Y/N

"Ian... Ian show up man." The static voice spoke through the VHF radio communication device that was seated on the table. My head snapped towards the voice and the words sprung out of the device.

Imparting a glance at the connected room where my mother's head was preserved in jar ,i turned around and walked towards the device. I got the capture of PC system seated at the corner of the room beside the board where the news paper strips were affixed. Probably , the PC will be having the collection of my shower scenes and my nudes. Asshole is obsessed with that.

" Ian . what the fuck man. Marco is mad at you. You already accomplished the mission you need to show up in here."

My fingers hovered over the device for a second before I clicked and twisted the switch to open the channel in order to recieve the next message.

My heart pounded against my chest.

" Ian. you brat! " The static male voice scotfed wildly. "You son of a bitch! Where the fuck are you hiding. I sent you for a mission ten years ago and why the fuck is your ass stuck to that shithole!" The strange static male voice barked through the device making me to starlte.The voice made my head to spin as if I known the voice already and heard it before. But I couldnt recognise it.

" Get back here , Ian. You cant just leave like that. I have another mission for you " I twisted the switch again for the nexr message. "Heard you married the girl you met near that shit hole. " The strange static voice chuckled. " Do you need me to drag your wife in here, Ian.? Will that make you to drag your ass up here. "

My eyes broadened intoba spherical ball.

" Ian " i whispered and tears brimmed my eyes." Ian is Jungkook." My chest constricted with hurt and pain.

I clicked the switch again tuning in the next message. " Ian. I have another mission for you. its not about..." The voice paused." Fuck. You need to come here. I need you to find someone for me , Ian.or... "

One moment of pause.

" I will take your wife and make her suffer. no body messes with marco ,Ian. You know what I would do. "

Tears streamed down my eyes as I whimpered curling my lips inwards.My fingers trembled hovering over the switch to turn to next message. Yet i turned it.

" Get your ass back in here.You cannot keep hiding her,Ian. You know you are not supposed to marry her or even love her, ! She was just a pawn in your plan!" The static voice barked loud.

" Pawn " my heart scattered into bits and pieces hearing the word.

" Goddamn it man! You got your fucking revenge, Y/N was just a pawn for you to get into Jeon's Family!You have to drop her at the asylum like always you planned to. "Another static male voice interupted the previous message.

Tears rolled down my eyes as the words scrapped my heart out. The words sliced like a sword into my soul.

Before the next message was about to speak up ,i pressed the microphone. There was distortions of the connection and the frequencies. The static voice was barely clear. I switched the button several times to get the voice in.

" Ian. Its Margo. You better cut this shit and come out. I know where you are now. And your girl,I will drag her here."

I crumbled down to the floor with a loud sob holding the table. the contents over the table shuddered by my sudden collapse to floor.

" Was i Just a pawn to him."

She is just a pawn

You are never a pawn to me, sunflower.

I recalled the words i read on the note he left for me on my bed when i was at that abhorrence mansion listening to conversation of Roy and Paxson.

I clasped my T shirt and my nails raked the cloth as it smelt like him i want to peel it away from my body.i dug my nails to my scalp almost ripping my hair strands apart.

" Ian, Listen. Yaze said you are supposed to leave her at asylum, just do the thing and get back here. I need you man. This is about finding ...."

I instantly clutched the foot of the table and mounted up.

I clicked the microphone again letting the speaker to know he can recieve my voice in his receiver.

I took a sharp inhale and blinked my eyes few times to brush off the tears that was persistently forming in my eyes.

" What do you want fr..from..." I swallowed hard before I spat the name out of my mouth. " from Ian?"

A minute of pause. There was only a static breathing sound lured out of the device. Out of the blue, prolonged guffaw blared through the speaker." You. You little girl. What was your name? Aah. Y/N. Y/N Parker." The voice chuckled.

" So, where did your husband go huh? Do you know who i am?" The voice chorlted loud. " Do you know how many missions your husband, Ian dropped just because he was tailing behind you for his fucked up revenge. "

" Revenge?" My voice wobbled. So did my throat as it was arduous for me to aggregate my words.

I sniffled.The tears never ceased its stream from my eyes.

" So, he never told you.Damn.His obsession with his revenge and you was..... fuck." The static voice guffawed in a mock.

I pebbled my jaw and gritted my teeth. i clasped the microphone so hard it would have crushed beneath my hand.

" Where is your husband? Tell him , a man named Marco spoke to you."

This voice. This voice was colliding my head to recall something which i couldnt recall at all.

" What if i dont tell him?" I asked him with a firm tone , concealing my hurt and in a pinch of hope what he was telling was all a lie.

" Bravo little girl, are you trying to protect the man who has been lying to you about his identity about his family and used you as a pawn to have his revenge and accomplish his mission.?" His words and tone dipped in a scorn.

His words cut me deep. Fresh tears rolled down my eyes to my chin. I sniffled and wiped it off.Yet my eyes gave up in bearing the hurt and pain drawing more tears down.

Travis said the same. But he didnt mentioned about the incongruous thing. Vengeance.

" just tell him..... My name. And it would be better if you leave him and run for your life. A piece of advice.He is not what you think...." He guffawed .Again mockingly. " He is a psychopath who wanted to kill his father. "

I shot up my eyes to the human shooting board on which his father's name was written. Jeon Junghwa.

Several bullets hole were scattered on the human shooting board.

He killed his father ten years ago. This human shooting board had several bullet holes, meaning he was here ten years ago trying to implement his revenge plan on his father by rehearsing shooting on the shooting board.

I squinted my eyes at the human shooting board. I placed the microphone on the table and walked to it. There were dust particles scattered and embedded on with threads of dirts. To make it sure, i gently stroke my fingers on the board. It swiped off the dust revealing the shooting board was not used for years.

May be he wanted revenge on his father but what if his love was true , what if he loved me wuth all his heartand what if this man with a familiar voice speaking from the VHF device would be another man sent by the other Jungkook?

I rushed back to the microphone and took it placing a mere inch to my ears.

" Why? Why should I ..." I panted and took a sharp inhale followed by exhale. " Why should i believe you? He loves me. He.. He is not Ian. He is Jungkook. You .."

"Jungkook? The name sounds familiar. " He chuckled.

" You might be another dipshit sent by the other Jungkook." I snapped at him switching my microphone." tell your fucking master ,he can never..."

" Careful with that words, little girl. " He took a breath " Jeon Jungkook is his brother,  That kid..  god.  "He trailed off and sighed. " Alright, if you believe your husband,go ahead. Go ahead and dig some more. You dug up and found this communicating device and spoke to me. Now step ahead and explore more. You will know who he is...."

The frequency disintegrated with a disconnecting beep,leading to a tranquility.

" Hey..hey...speak up.. what do you mean...wha.. " I dropped the microphone on the table. it clattered. " Fuck. " Great. I dont even know in which frequency channel he spoke to me. Failed to note that one as my head was clogged with certain things.

Go ahead and dig some more. You will know he is...

My tear filled eyes wandered towards the room where i found my mother's head preserved in the jar. Wiping off my tears, I marched towards the green door which I kick opened a few moments ago.

I sighed and walked inside. The awful smell stroke my nostrils that almost churned my bile juice to climb up my throat. I strolled my eyes into the racks that were tainted with green paint but had dirt smudged in disoriented pattern.

The racks borne some teeny weeny glass jars that had butterflies in it. Which are dead. As i strolled further, the size of the jar was varying in ascending order.

Fear crawled over me as my eyes captured a human hand preserved in the jar. I stepped in further. More of human hands were preserved in the jar that was floating in the weird chemical fluid.

My eyes caught one of the jar that labelled with name ' Clark'. And another jar with a leg preserved,was named the same.

Why is Clark's hand and his one leg is preserved in here but not Roy's?

I panted. My lungs craved for air.

I walked further inwards. My eyes fell on the jar that labelled as REY PAXTON PARKER.He aggregated the head and wedged into the jar again though i smashed it down to the floor after I found it is my mom's head.As if it was a part of some rare species to be presevered certainly.

I switched my eyes to floor where i dropped the head and broke the jar. It was clean. He might have cleaned the mess up and wedged her head again in the jar.

But why? A gentle sob absconded from my lips.

I inclined my head down to the floor because I had no pinch of robustness to witness more of human bodies or mammals parts preserved in the jar.

With scutter locomotion of my feet, i reached the other door. The other door that leads to the basement.

I took a moment to compose myself and huffed and puffed for several seconds to catch up with my abnormal breath rate. With one swift motion i opened the door. Thankfully , he didnt locked it.

My heart pounced to my ears that vibrated at my ear drums. I swallowed hard and stepped inside. I glued my eyes to spot where i had my forceful ass fall. It was clean and I strolled my eyes around the room.

Footage. Need to find the footage to know what happened exactly that night and prove every dipshits who are trying to rip him apart from me that this is my Jungkook but not Ian.

No one. no one can make us apart.Not even God. He is my Demon who devours me like his dark Queen.

I marched towards the several cardboard boxes that was piled up. My eyes out of the blue stuck to the wooden wall where he affixed his and his twin photo. And  took a glance at it. He might have affixed to the wall when he was cleansing my blood from the wooden floor. I stared at the other twin who was standing beside my Jungkook who was wearing the grey sweater. The sweater was wrenching my heart as i recalled that I found it in the closet with dried up blood.

" You better be alive and show up here"i muttered looking at the other twin. Ian.

Letting out a sigh,i flip opened the cardboard thick strips. Tools, nuts and screws. i tossed the box aside. I picked another one and opened it. Bolts, screwdrivers, knives. Fuck. I tossed it again. I picked another one. " No much time, he will be here anytime soon." I closed my eyes and groaned. " Please be this one. Let me find the footage."

I opened the box.Nothing but just some scrape materials. I sighed annoyingly.

Did he moved them away from here? 

Negative. Then why did he lock the basement and left me note about it. Its here. it must be here. Somewhere. I need to find it before he comes.

I flipped several boxes for several minutes yet I didnt find any single thing in any of the boxes I opened.

My body started to ache. I was standing for prolong time for god knows how long. The cramps are going to murder me certainly. I took a breath before I glanced at the last box.

The basement was a mess. i flung every boxes in disoriented pattern across the room ,if he finds out he will definitely whip my ass with his rifle.

" Alright.please be in there." I glued my eyes to the box for a straight minute.

Letting out several prayers, I flipped the four thick strips of the cardboard box in a zig zag manner. I opened the last strip. My wrath paced up from my toes to head.

Bundle of papers.

"fucking shit!" I bellowed and flung the box across the room as i couldnt find any cassettes or CDs.

The box flew across the room and hit the wall. It bounced back and rolled over the floor. The papers flew and curved through the air. I panted and clasped my hair into my palm" Fuck!!!"

He might have switched them from here.My gaze strolled over the papers fell down and on the box that rolled down. Something bizzare caught my eyes. The cassettes flown down from the partially opened box which I slammed to the wooden wall.

Yes yes.Got it. I instantly sprinted towards it. I sunk my knees to the floor and set my ass on my heels . I aggregated them in my hands with ravenous Instinct. I took a look at the cassettes. Wait. These cassettes are years old. These are not definitely ten years old. These looked like they are thirty years old. These are VHS casettes that barel fit in my hands. They are rectangular with about fourteen centimetres length and black colored.I flipped the cassette to look at it back.

" Ian and Jungkook , 4 years old." Fuck this casettes are thirty years old.This is not what I am fucking looking for! Though a pinch of contentment waved inside that I found his four year old video.

I switched to the next cassette. " Ian and Jungkook , 5 years old."

Next. " Ian and Jungkook, 6 years old"

I scrolled through the casettes, the cassette belonged to each and every year of Ian and Jungkook. I picked the last one. " Ian and Jungkook, 14th birthday." I swiped my fingers over the label. That was the last cassette in the stacks of the cassettes, I found.

" What about the rest? Did their parents didnt record after their age of fourteen? But why? " I curled my bottom lip in between my teeth." Why are these cassettes are here? Did he take them from the house his parents died. ? What happened to them,why they didnt record anything after their fourteenth birthday?did they part ways? "

My countenance furrowed.

"And why there is no, single cassette of the other Jungkook? but only Ian and my Jungkook's?

I set the stack of cassettes aside carefully on the wooden floor.

I thrusted my hands into the box to ploughed out the contents in it.

" Y/N OG session two."

I scrolled through the CD's. And couldnt find the session one. I sighed in annoyance and set the CD"s aside. " Need to watch this after I find the footage. " I murmured.

I ploughed the box and hurled out all contents in it and set the box aside. There were several CD's all dated ten years back.i scrolled through the CD's. Every CDs were dated ten years back.

" This is it.These CD's are dated ten years back. Among these there will be the footage I am looking for.  " I clutched the CD's. " But which date did the massacre happened? " i gazed at the CD's. " Which one? Which one is the footage of the massacre night. ?"

There are about hundreds to thousands CD's. How am I supposed to find which one is the footage of the massacre? Where to find the date? Only Jungkook knows that. And the other Jungkook.

The night.The massacre night.

Massacre at highlane. The parker's residence. : Jeon's family slaughtered

" News paper " I whispered under my breath. My head shot up to the headlines i read at the newspapers strip affixed to the board at the wall of the underground cave,i found a moments back.

I stood up letting the CD's to roll down from my lap to the floor. I abruptly ran through his room of dead things preservation centre and reached the cave room. I huffed and puffed for breath and marched towards the paper strips affixed to the wall.

I blinked few times and hovered my index finger over the headlines.

Massacre at highlane. The parker's residence. : Jeon's family slaughtered

Date: 18 august.2014

". 18 august 2014. 18 august. " I murmured repeatedly and ran back through the room of preserved dead bodies and reached the basement.

I panted for several seconds due to my paced up run. " 18 august...18 August.." i whispered constantly and immersed my knees to the floor. I outspread the the CD's and traced my finger across the CD's. The CD's were disarrayed and the dates were jumbled.

" 18 august.." my fingers movement halted at the date.

" Fuck yes. Got it." My heart palpitations paced up. My hands trembled as I gripped the CD.

Now.

How am I supposed to watch this? There must be some...

Wait the PC. The PC at the cave room. Fuck me sideways. I turned around and abruptly moved my feet to towards the room. I almost crash landed on the PC by the pace I came to it.

I huffed and puffed for my breaths. " Fuck my calf muscles hurt of constant running." I inclined down and turned on the PC system.I clasped my finger nails in between my teeth and clipped it one by one in the tense that was rising up inside me.

" Come on come on " i tapped my feet in bounces on the floor until the PC monitor displayed the home screen. But the home screen didnt pop up, instead..

" Password?" My eyes almost sucked out of the socket. " What the fuck? " I slammed my fist on the table. " Where would I fucking go for. Password?"

My chest congested.

Fine. Lets give a guess.

" What would be his password? " I mumbled.Y/N. I typed the password.

Incorrect.

Fuck me.

Y/N parker. " I typed and clicked the back space. No he hates the name Parker. " Y/N jeon Jungkook." I typed it.

Incorrect.

" Should I click 'forgot password? " I bit my lips. No no. What if it could send him notification. ? I will be screwed.

I lingered there for a moment.

And then " Jeon Y/N Ian. "

Incorrect.

One more try, if I fail this , either the datas inside this will be deleted or his ass will be here within minutes.

I let out a sharp exhale and typed" Jeon Ian Y/N "

Signed in.

The home screen displayed.

" Shit!' i cursed and clicked the optical disc drive of the PC and set the CD on it. It swallowed the CD into it. Wait. Wht is the password " Jeon Ian Y/N."

Before I clicked the icon ,the folder popped up. What the hell I didnt even gave a click of command to it. How did it open automatically ?

My heart was pounding hard when there was a mild buffering.

" Please, let this Jungkook with me be my Jungkook. But not Ian." I prayed during the time of the buffering.

The video started to play. The video frame was perfect,it was not from the top angle of corner of some ceiling and thats weird. The video frame was set to the side angle of me and an anonymous guy.

"Arent you coming with me, sunflower?"

" Sunflower?" I whispered.

In the video,A guy with a hoodie was leaning forward towards my face while the fifteen year old me was sitting on the floor shuddering and crying with blood smeared all over my face, plastering my back to the wall. And another guy was lying on his stomach on the floor.

"Come on sunflower, come with me you dont belong here. "

The guy in hoodie spoke leaning closer towards me spontaneously circling the gun's barrel on the other guy'd head lying on the floor.

"Or should i put bullets in his head?" The guy nudged the gun barrel on the other guy lying on the floor. probably unconscious.

" Ian . Mate just come on man ,you are scaring her.'

Another voice spoke which was clear and loud without any distortion. May be this person might be recording the scene.But why?

" Please dont be my Jungkook. Please dont be my Jungkook." I gently sobbed and prayed close shutting my eyelids in hope that the guy in hoodie is not Jungkook but Ian.

I opened the eyes as the guy in hoodie in the video turned around to the voice that spoke.

The lip piercing at guy's lip was glistening in the light and the lagomorphic teeth flashed with blood tainted all over his face.

"Yaze, I am having my moment here. Dont interupt."

" Jungkook." I whispered . Tears streamed down profusely from my eyes. " No no. God no please " i sobbed.

As he turned towards the screen flashing his teeth, something bizzare behind his head caught my attention in the video.

A headless body soaked in blood was seated on the chair ,tied up to the arm rest of the chair. I squinted my eyes to perceive whose body it was. My heart crashed to my chest in a swift motion.

" Mom....mom..." I let out shuddered cries seeing the headless body and the piece of head scattered on the floor in the video." Oh god. Oh god." I whimpered loud." Its mom.. its mom..."

  It was my mom's body without head and tied to the chair. Her head was lying on the floor with eyes rolled up and a lifeless stare.

" So tell me , sunflower." Jungkook hoisted his hand to trace my bottom lip with his thumb revealing his tattoos at his right wrist in the video. " Are you coming with me or should i kill this Jungkook?" He nudged the gun barrel to the guy lying on the floor.

" No, kookie. Wake up. Please .Jungkook please wake up. " fifteen year old me in the video, shook the unconscious body of the guy lying on his stomach on the floor.

" That must be the other Jungkook lying unconscious on the floor.I fucking knew it. Two persons with same name. "I slammed my fisted hand on the table in wrath and pain. Tears didnt ceased it stream from my eyes.

No. The one who married me and dragged me here is Ian and took the name and identity "Jungkook".My chin wobbled with sobs.

" So this is Ian ,but not Jungkook." I repeated as I couldnt take what I perceived just now.More tears streamed down from my eyes in wrath and in pain of being betrayed.

" Come with me ,he will live or I will kill him right here right now " He cocked his gun at the other Jungkook lying on the floor.

" Ian , come on you got your revenge. just drop her." The other voice in the video spoke. The person who was recording the scene.

"Naah. I am taking her with me." He leaned closer and licked the arc of my neck. My body trembled and shivered witnessing the scene that unfurled in the video.

I gasped loud and broke into loud cries. The pain cut me deep into my heart into sheets and slices. The pain of being betrayed by the man I loved with all my heart.

I fisted my hand and slammed to the table crying and sobbing" FUCKING LIES! EVERYTHING WAS FUCKING LIES!"I screeched and immersed my face into my palm." I FUCKING LOVED HIM ,FUCKING LOVE HIM WHY DID HE LIE?WHY? "I slammed my fist relentlesly on the table leaving my skin to scrape and rupture. Blood smeared on the table.

" Why did he...."

" Why the fuck dont I remember anything?" I screeched ." Son of a bitch Paxson!! Fuck his gene therapy shit! "

I sobbed relentlessly. My heart was wrenching. My mind was fogging.

My tears brimmed eyes fell on the screen again. The video's cursor was at the end of the video. I wiped my tears and blinked my eyes few times to get a bettter vision of what i am seeing. The cursor is at the end. The player actually resumed the video from where it stopped previously. He might have watched this already.

Wait. I gently stroke the mouse again to locate the cursor. The video is about one hour long ,i witnessed only the last part of the video. Which means i have to rewind the video to see what he did to his parents , my mom and the other Jungkook that night. The horrifying night.

I dragged the cursor to the rewind  button.

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