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— Inner Demons —

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader x Sehun

Genre: Syndicate!au | Angst | Smut

Word Count: 5.1K

Warnings: Mentions of murder, depiction of scenes that could be triggers

A/N: Five months later and I’ve finally finished this chapter. Sorry for the wait guys and thank you for being so patient with me!

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“I never thought we’d bag them right there… if only it had been this easy from the start…”

“Right? They’ve been putting up a fight for so long…” The over-familiar smell of alcohol roused you from your slumber. Voices surrounded you as well as the clattering of metal items, it was almost like you were in an operating room, “Should we start or give her some more time to rest?” Your eyes searched the darkness to find the voices, and the slight movement of your head gave you away.

“She’s already awake, Jisung. Go get Mark, I’m pretty sure he’ll want to see this.”

“Yes, sir.” Retreating footsteps mixed with a sigh from someone behind you put you on edge more than you already were, but the yanking of the hood that was over your head had your heart pounding in your ears. Your eyes winced at the bright fluorescent lights and tried to focus on your surroundings when you noticed sandy blond hair and gleaming silver eyes.

“Taeyong…” You hissed.

“Good morning, princess. Did you enjoy your…” He paused for a minute as he pulled on latex gloves, “... moment of sleep?”

“Go fuck yourself.” You spat while attempting to reach towards him to notice you were strapped to a standing table, “What the—”

“These restraints will keep you still as we start trials on you.” A voice came from beside you and you snapped your eyes over to it to see the one person you never expected.

“Make sure they’re tight, wouldn’t want her going full X. Got that, Chanyeol?” Taeyong lifted a syringe filled with a dark liquid before looking up at you, your eyes turning a deep crimson as you stared down Chanyeol, “Oh yeah, he’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”

“Not anymore...” You growled, your voice fluctuated from its normal pitch down to something darker, almost demonic.

“Then this should be easy to do. Chanyeol, how about I give you the honor of injecting her with her first round of tonic?” Taeyong offered the syringe to him, and for a split second you could see his eyes waver, but they soon tore themselves away from your glare to eye a spot on your arm to plunge the needle into, “Get ready for the fun, Y/N. This is a perfect payback for killing me back then.”

“No—” Within seconds of Chanyeol puncturing your skin with the needle and injecting the tonic into you, you could feel every nerve in your body turn into flames. Your lungs felt like they were filling with water as it was hard to catch your breath, your vision started to blur like you were going to pass out and the only thought on your mind was Sehun.

How long had it been since he’d seen sunlight and not the turning on of the fluorescent lights? How long had it been since he’d seen you last? Seen your smile, the flick of your gaze from something in the distance to his eyes? Smelled the lavender wafting from your skin, felt the gentle touch of your fingers? Heard your quiet laugh, your whisper of ‘I love you,’ or even just your breathing… How long has it been?

Sehun was shaken awake by the blood-curdling scream that echoed outside of the darkroom. The scream was his alarm and he would hear that scream for a few hours and then it would stop for a little bit and pick right back up. The fluorescent lights that flicked on in the room caused him to wince at the sudden brightness and the sound of keys clanged outside the door, “Good morning, Sehun.” As the door opened, an old friend walked in holding a tray.

“Doyoung…” Sehun hissed.

“Now, now, no reason to be mean this early in the morning. It’s been almost four months since we’ve brought you two here and well, Y/N seems to be progressing nicely, but you on the other hand…” Setting the tray down on the floor in front of him, Doyoung sighed, “You’re always the same.”

“Fuck you—” Doyoung pulled a knife from his pocket and pointed it at Sehun as if to make a threat.

“That’s not very nice. I was even going to offer you some visit time with Y/N today if you behaved, but seeing as you’re being a pain, I guess I won’t offer it.” Doyoung always teased him with the hope of being able to see you, but every time it’s been offered, it’s right after Sehun snaps. Standing up, Doyoung slipped the knife back into his pocket and Sehun stared at the bland food that sat in front of him. It didn’t look appealing in the slightest, if anything it put his stomach in knots, “Not going to eat again today?”

“Not until you let me see her.” Tension filled the air, Sehun’s anger towards the men who kidnapped the two of you never subsided, they kept him separated from you, but the only thing they let him have of you was your screams.

“Sehun.” Doyoung huffed, “Do you think you would even recognize her?” Stooping down to Sehun’s face, he caught the smirk that was growing on Doyoung’s lips, “Why do you think she’s screaming? What do you think they’re doing to her?” Sehun lunged at him only to be held back by the chains that were confining him to the wall.

“I will fucking kill you! All of you!” He bellowed and Doyoung chuckled.

“How? You’re chained to this wall with only two feet of range. How are you going to kill us?” Yanking on the chains once more, Doyoung laughed at his efforts, “For all you know, we could’ve raped her and impregnated her with the next Lee Clan heir. We would get lucky if it was born with the X strain, then we could just kill her off—” His speech was cut off with the sound of Sehun yelling, but his voice matched that of a growling demon. If looks could kill, Sehun’s glare would have murdered Doyoung where he stood because of a flicker of orange in his dark eyes as well as the veins that ran down his neck.

“Shut your mouth before I make you shut it…” Sehun hissed and Doyoung scoffed before leaving the room with the slam of the door only to return with Taeyong in tow, them both equipped with a stun stick.

“He’s flipping.” Doyoung jabbed the prongs of the stick into Sehun’s stomach and tased him until he fell to his knees. Sneering up at them, Taeyong’s lips parted to show a toothy grin at the sight of the flames growing in his eyes.

“Looks like his blood and her strain are a match. He should’ve turned into a Z rather than an X, but here we are. Orange to match his master's red must mean he’s a physical X rather than a mental one.” Taeyong went on and on about the X traits to Doyoung, but Sehun was confused.

“How am I part of any strain? You haven’t done anything to me—”

“That is where you’re wrong there, my dear friend.” Taeyong squatted down and reached out to him, pressing the pads of his index and middle fingers to the back of his neck, just behind his ear, “When you were out the first day we brought you back, we injected Y/N’s special blood that carried the strain into your bloodstream, in hopes of turning you into a strain statistic or killing you off.”

“That’s why you were sick the first month. Your body was trying to either accept the strain or it was losing its battle to it.”

“And with that…” Taeyong gripped Sehun’s chin with a satanic smile spreading over it, “You’re now our little test pet, that means we can get rid of Y/N, and have you replace her.”

“No!” Sehun growled, yanking on the chains once more as Taeyong stood up, “You can’t!”

“We can’t? Oh, dear Sehun, we can do anything we want with her, and that means never letting you set eyes on her again, but if you’re a good boy, we’ll let you watch as we kill her.” Taeyong’s harsh words hit him hard, deep to the core, were they really going to kill you?

The quiet beep of the vitals monitor let you know that you were still alive, even if you were wishing that you were dead. The hours you spent awake were filled with agony and what made it worse was the fact that the person you used to love was inflicting it, “I see you’re awake.” Flicking your distant gaze to the left of you, Chanyeol came into view, “You were out for a long time. Had to pump you full of pharmaceuticals to keep you here.”

“You should’ve just let me die… it would’ve been better than feeling you guys pump poison into my veins…” You rasped, your throat stinging with every word. Staring at him, you could feel a pain in your chest that you couldn’t quite explain; as if he heard you whisper his name, his dark eyes darted to yours and seeing the softness in your irises confused him, “Why are you doing this…?” You asked, “We used to be so close, inseparable even, but something changed with you… what happened…?” The tremble in your voice was something he hated, hated it because it made his chest hurt, made his heart fall into his gut.

“We were never meant to be together. The head of the Lee Clan is my owner and from day one since we met, I was supposed to capture you. Break you so you would bend to my every will—that’s all this was.” He was lying about your relationship being nothing but fable to his reality, “He told me to do my job and make you mine that way when it was time to turn you in, you came willingly.” He watched as your lips pulled into a sullen smile and a quiet laugh left you.

“Even on my deathbed, you’re still painfully blunt. At least now I know one thing to be true…”

“And what’s that?” He asked, walking closer to you.

“That Sehun was always the one I should’ve been with.” He furrowed his brow hearing his ex-best friend's name, “Now I don’t feel so bad for letting him mend my broken heart and giving me more than you could offer me.” With a smile still on your face, you stared up into Chanyeol’s eyes that were growing darker the more you spoke.

“No, you’re just using him to get back at me. You’re still in love with me, Y/N. You’re still mine even if you don’t believe it.” Spouting his thoughts made you scoff with laughter.

“Is that why I feel whole with him? Is that why he makes me feel better in bed than with you? Is that why when the word ‘love’ leaves his mouth, I believe him without a second thought?” With a sigh, you looked up at the ceiling and closed your eyes, relaxing into the table, “But how could you understand, you’ve never been in love. You’re only an asshole who worked like a dog for a clan who would kill him if he didn’t bring me in.” Opening your eyes, you met his gaze once more, “Isn’t that right, Chan—” Your voice cut off as the air from your lungs was cut off. Chanyeol watched as blood spilled from the slice he gifted your neck.

“Now you’re going to die. Should’ve stopped when you had the chance.” A feeling of relief settled in his chest as the sounds of you gurgling for air filled the room.

“You killed her?” Taeyong’s voice spooked him, and he approached your side to see your eyes growing dark, “You’re lucky that Sehun reacted to the X strain the way he did, otherwise I would have to murder you.”

“Well…” Chanyeol set down the scalpel from the table tray he picked it up from and grabbed a towel to wipe your blood on, “Should we let our new pet see his girlfriend for the last time?”

The silence that settled around Sehun felt odd, around this time it was usually filled with your screams, but nothing came. As he rested the back of his head against the wall, the sound of keys jingled faintly down the hall, ones that resonated a ring that became all too familiar—they already teased him enough for the day, what more could they want from him?

From the small window on the door, he could see Taeyong’s silver hair, and as if he knew Sehun was glaring at him, his eyes met him through the window. Sehun didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking; with a clang of the lock and the grinding of the rusted metal doorknob, the door opened, “Sehun—” Taeyong sang his name in the most innocent tone, “I decided that it was time for you to see Y/N.”

“What…?” He asked, his eyes widening with the thought of seeing you, “After you told me that I would never see her again…?” Suspicious he was, but then again, these men were unpredictable, like wild wolves hunting and playing with their prey.

“I mean, we can always take her back to her chamber and continue to torture her, or—”

“No!” Sehun yelled, lunging towards him, and the sly smile appeared on his lips once more.

“Haechan, bring her in.” Sehun’s heart pounded in his ears, it roared, tuning everything out until his eyes landed on the body the boy called Haechan was carrying in. Her white clothes stained with claret, her visible skin covered in scars, her neck dripping the same color as the stains on her clothes, and her eyes… there was no doubt once his eyes met the darkness that filled the irises—it was you, “She ended up choosing the wrong fight this time and lost.” Taeyong sighed as Haechan laid your body in front of him, “She was a great specimen, too. We’ll give you a few hours with her before we get rid of the body and have you fill her place.” Taeyong muttered something to the guard and disappeared. Sehun was in such a state of shock he didn’t even notice the guard came in until he was taking each of Sehun’s wrists to unshackle him from his restraints.

“My poor girl…” He choked out while reaching out to touch your cheek, “What did they do to you…?” Before he could meet your dead gaze, tears filled his vision and a strangled cry escaped him as he shook his head in denial, “This can’t be you right?” Lifting your hand, his eyes caught the red ring around your pinky, the same one that matched his own and it all became too real for him. He never got to tell you that he loved you one last time, he didn’t get to hold you close, before you slipped away. Never even got to look into your gentle eyes before you died, all that was left was a face that looked like it was in pure agony, “They didn’t even close your eyes…” Snapping out of his thoughts, he ran his hand over your eyes, shutting them.

“I’ll let you be free until they come to take her away.” The guard whispered as he began to take his leave, “I’ll let you have your time…” Even a man who worked for the Lee Clan understood that this was something that needed its own kind of privacy.

“Thank you…” He replied and the sound of the door closing only conjured more tears. With the first hour, he tore apart his sheets and wrapped your neck with the fabric, covering your wound, and he cleaned up the blood from your skin. With the second hour, he took some of the extra clothes they gave to him and replaced your bloody clothing with the clean ones; you didn’t deserve to be seen the way they brought you in, “You’re all clean now, Y/N…” He sat down in his usual spot on the floor by the wall, staring at you. A painful lump appeared in his throat the more he stared at you, and finally, he gave into his grief; pulling your body to him, he slid you into his lap and held you close, “I’m sorry…” He apologized, “We were supposed to live a long life together, but I failed you…” Running his fingers over your cheeks, tears fell onto your skin, “I love you and I’m sorry that I waited until now to tell you.” Pressing his lips to your forehead, he pulled you closer to him, and rested his chin against the top of your head, “We’ll stay like this until we can’t, okay?”

For the next few hours, he did nothing but hold you. Stroking your hair, kissing your forehead, and whispering tender ‘I love you’s’. He didn’t care about anything else going on around him, he only cared about you, “Y/N… I have a feeling they’ll come for you soon…”

No response.

“Should I just kill them when they walk in, or when they try to turn me into their test subject?”

Once again no answer.

“What am I doing…?” He asked himself as he leaned his head back against the wall, the silence in the room becoming deafening since it wasn’t filled with your screams, “I should just accept the fact that I’m going to die… at least then I’ll meet you in the afterlife… right, Y/N—” Before he could finish his question, your body jolted up from his grasp, gasping and coughing.

“Doyoung!” Taeyong yelled as he walked down the hall towards the examination room and Doyoung’s head popped out from the doorway, his black hair falling in his face as he did.

“You rang?” He asked and Taeyong crossed his arms over his chest with a sigh.

“It’s been about five hours since we took Y/N in to let Sehun have his last moments with her, go and take her from the room and get him ready once you disposed of her body.”

“Are you sure we should dispose of it? We could still extract the strain from her even if she isn’t living, right?” Taeyong huffed, his face falling with Doyoung’s question.

“The strain immediately dies once the host is no longer living, which is why we’re getting rid of her. It would’ve been nice if Chanyeol didn’t kill her off, we could have forced new strains or even had her procreate with her new pet to create more X strains, but that’s a thought that died where it started, too.” Doyoung nodded, no longer wanting to ask any more questions, and he walked past Taeyong towards the D ward hallway. Taeyong made his way to the examination room where Sehun was to be brought and Chanyeol came into his sight.

“So.” Chanyeol’s deep voice rattled Taeyong’s calm demeanor as he didn’t even look him in the eyes as he dug into the cryogenic cooler filled with vials of the X strain, “We should’ve kept her alive, huh?”

“You heard our conversation?” Taeyong asked, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on point the more he could read the wordless Chanyeol, “It would’ve been great. Just think of how many more strains we could’ve made with Sehun and Y/N. Or is it the fact I said that she and Sehun could—”

“You know how I feel about them together!” He growled, slamming the cooler shut, “She’s mine and always will be mine. Even in death, I was there with her and not him, so don’t think that she and Sehun are a thing.”

“She was just your mission, you can’t say that you actually fell in love with her. As I heard it, you treated the poor girl like shit, no wonder she went after your best friend.” Taeyong could see the anger making itself apparent on Chanyeol’s face, but there was something else hiding in his expression and he was going to see how far he could push Chanyeol before he pushed back, “You know what, I would’ve stolen her from you too if she wasn’t part of my job. I mean, aside from the fact that our children would be made with superior genes, I bet she knows how to please a man.”

“Shut up.” Chanyeol hissed, but Taeyong was having too much fun seeing him get all riled up.

“C’mon, look at that body. Her lips? Breasts? Ass? The things I’d do to her… better yet, the things I would have her do to me… I’d make her worship me—” Chanyeol kicked the chair next to him at Taeyong, and he didn’t flinch when the chair just barely missed him, if anything it made him more eager to piss him off more, “You think that you’ll scare me with those little threats? You’re not even on my level, Chanyeol.” Chanyeol knew that he was nowhere near Taeyong, not even close, but he knew a way to get where he needed to be.

“I know.” Lifting a vial of red liquid, he grabbed a syringe and unscrewed the top on the vial, “If I ever hope to be like you, I need to take this step.”

“If you do it with that pure sample, you’ll be hit—hard. There will be no period for your body to get adapted to it, you’ll feel like your whole body is on pins and needles. Like you’ve been doused in gasoline and set on fire. There’s no going back if you do that, that is if her strain decides to mesh with your body. You could die in the process and even then there’s still no going back.” Taeyong watched Chanyeol suck the red substance into the syringe before the sounds of alarms and sirens went off.

“Warning. Warning. There has been a detainment breach in D Ward. Two subjects were seen heading towards A Ward—one seems to be a woman and the other a man.” The voice that came in on the overhead line had Taeyong sighing, but not a sigh of annoyance, but one of relief. Relief because you were still alive.

“Looks like my plan will work out after all.” He hummed and Chanyeol furrowed his brow.

“A woman and a man? They only person we’re detaining right now is Sehun—”

“And Y/N.” Taeyong added, his eyes flicking a silver hue, “To think that she has regenerative powers, too…” Cracking his knuckles, he walked over to the computer and logged into the security system, “How about I lead them to the warehouse and you welcome them there?”

Sehun trailed behind you, following every movement your body made under the red flashing emergency lights. He never thought you would attack Doyoung as he walked into the cell, but you did—snapped his neck so quickly that he didn’t even see that you were even alive. This you was someone he didn’t know, but it wasn’t the right time to think about that, right now the two of you were trying to escape, “Y/N, do you know where you’re going?!” He yelled and you shook your head.

“No, but I still have to try to find a way out, right?!” You responded and he had to admit you were right, you would probably be back on the table being tested on again if you didn’t do anything, but running in random directions wasn’t getting you anywhere either. As you two were reaching a fork in the hallway, metal doors down two of the hallways slammed shut, blocking your way, leaving no other way than to go with the open hallway. After multiple blocked routes, you arrived in a place which resembled an old run-down warehouse; it was dark, cold, and practically empty besides a few crates and pallets. Sehun’s eyes panned the entire place and they stopped on a door that looked like sunlight was seeping through the cracks.

“I think that’s the way out of here…” He started to walk towards it when you grabbed his arm, stopping him, “What is it—” He looked back at you to see your eyes staring off in the distance, glowing a deep crimson.

“It’s too easy, they’re not letting us leave like this…” You could feel the presence of someone in the warehouse, but you weren’t sure who, all you knew is that your body was going into fight mode without seeing the threat, “Do you feel that…?” You asked, moving your gaze to Sehun’s eyes to see a dark orange glow in his eyes which surprised you and hurt you at the same time.

“Like there’s someone here with us?” Sehun asked, and you nodded to be rattled by a loud bang.

“Look at the two of you, Sehun, a new X member, and Y/N, alive again.” Sehun felt his skin prickle at the voice that filled the air around him, the voice that was too familiar to miss. His eyes darted around the warehouse until it fell on dark eyes that were emerging from behind a stack of pallets, it was Chanyeol for sure, but why was he here. Chanyeol eyed him, the surprised look on his face was enough to have him in a fit of laughter, “What, Sehun? Surprised to see me?”

“Why are you here…?”

“Well, I’m here to collect my darling girlfriend of course—”

“Ex-girlfriend.” Sehun interjected and Chanyeol shrugged it off.

“Why does it matter what she is to me? I’m just glad to see that she is alive after I sliced her pretty little neck.” Ripping his gaze from Chanyeol to you, he stared at your hand that was covering the fabric on your neck.

“You’re the one who did that to her?” His blood, which was already boiling, started to boil over and Chanyeol could tell. The orange that resided in his eyes turned a dark red, a spitting image of yours, “How could you?!” He bellowed, his fists balling up as he prepared himself to go after him.

“How could I?” He asked, obviously offended, “How could you is the real question. If you would’ve just let me do what I wanted with her, we wouldn’t be here right now. She would be a slave to the Lee Clan and you wouldn’t have to worry about saving her—” In a blink of his eyes, Sehun appeared in front of him and delivered a powerful blow to his face that knocked him off of his feet, and landed him a few feet away from him.

“You were supposed to be protecting her and yet you’re working with the Lee Clan to corrupt her?!” Sehun screamed at the top of his lungs, and Chanyeol chuckled, his laughter showing nothing, but defiance.

“Corrupt her?” He snorted, “She’s already an abomination to mankind, and now with all the tests we’ve run on her, it’s a miracle she’s even alive. Y/N is a corrupted gene that the Lee Clan should’ve held onto tighter when she was little. Maybe then, we could’ve ended up together and not like this…” Reaching into his pocket, Sehun’s eyes caught the sight of a syringe filled with a dark red liquid with a yellow cap covering the needle, “It wouldn’t have had to come to this…”

“What is that…” Sehun asked as Chanyeol bit off the cap and inserted the needle into his skin.

“Think of this as a power booster, so I can kill you where you stand.” With a slow push of his thumb down on the plunger, the barrel was emptied into him, “Taeyong told me to save this for when I need it, and if I’m going up against two X strains—I’m going to need this…” Flicking his eyes up from the syringe, he stared down Sehun with bright red eyes, ones that almost matched yours.

“Sehun! Get out of there!” You screamed, your pounding footsteps over the pavement, and the hammering of your heart became nonexistent as Chanyeol disappeared and reappeared behind Sehun. In a flash, Sehun crumbled down to the ground and your feet stopped moving, “Sehun!” The crack of his neck snapping set flames to a different feeling in your chest, it was more than anger, more than sorrow.

“Man, I didn’t want to kill him.” Chanyeol sighed, “I figured he would be much more of a fight, but I guess not.” He turned his gaze around to you, tears were already staining your cheeks, but he didn’t care, you deserved this, “Alright, Y/N. I can’t kill you this time since Sehun probably doesn’t carry the regeneration trait as you do, but I can beat you into submission.” The red in your eyes fell deeper, past crimson, darker than maroon—they were an eerie shade of a black like you’ve been possessed. You let loose, charging towards him, readying your fist to attack him.

Chanyeol knew you were coming to him, but his vision blurred causing him to lose his focus on you, that is until he felt your fist connect with his stomach. Your punch carried enough weight to knock him down to the pavement, it cracking under Chanyeol as his body hit the ground, “You fucking psychopath…” You growled, “You think he deserved this?!” You screamed, aiming another attack, this time to his face, “If anyone deserved to be murdered, it was you!” You began to follow through with your action, but Chanyeol caught your wrist, his own strength overpowering your own.

“Who knew you had this kind of strength…” He rasped, yanking you down to him, “Too bad that you’re not the only one in this room with the strain right now—” Chanyeol’s voice fell as he saw your expression turn dark, as dark as your eyes were, and that was his queue to take you down—now. His hands quickly found your throat as a sickeningly sweet smile appeared on your lips, and he forcefully pushed you down to the ground, tightening his grip on your neck. He could see your brows start to furrow as he applied an immense amount of pressure, “That’s right! Just fucking die!” Your eyelids flickered, giving Chanyeol hope, hope that you were finally going to meet your end. Your hands gripped at his clothes like you were trying to push him off and he couldn’t help but laugh, “Nice try! You’re not going to win this time, Y/N. You and Sehun can see each other in the afterlife—”

A smile came back to your lips, he noticed blood spilling onto your clothes just before his vision began to blur.

He didn’t see it coming.

“Your heart… is mine… Chanyeol…”