It's time to play

DaisyOak101

Summary:

You anxiously wait for Seven to arrive at the apartment and you can't help but wonder what it will actually be like to meet the famous God 707. What you hadn't anticipated was Unknown breaking in, fulfilling his promise to take you to paradise. He wants to play a game, a game that unfortunately involves all of the RFA members and you are the key to their salvation.

Notes:

When I first played mystic messenger I felt like a teenage school girl, bashful and giddy with the characters I played. As time went on however I became truly addicted, fascinated by the continuous plots and the depth of angst riddled between the character stories. I decided to write my first mystic messenger story.

Warnings – this story does contain violence/abuse, drugs, self harm, sexual and the possibility of M/M in the future. I take trigger warnings very seriously and do not want to cause conflict to any readers that have suffered with similar situations. Please be warned before future reading.

Spoilers of character plots are ensured, including Seven's real name.

Chapter 1 ~ Every second counts

You stared at your phone with an incredulous expression, fingernails firmly clenched between your teeth as your heart continued to thrum with anticipation. The announcement of living with a bomb all this time made your insides squirm and you couldn't help but shift your gaze around the room warily. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine yourself in such an insane situation. The fact that you had even willingly followed a complete stranger's instruction over a lost phone…

A phone.

Of course your instincts had screamed for you to leave as soon as you had stood in front of Rika's apartment. You couldn't however shake off the feeling of being watched that first day, skin crawling as you denied seeing the passcode lock to Unknown. Alarm bells had clanged loudly at the back of your skull, tongue thick and silent as you continued to stare down at your smudged screen.

The fact that this Unknown character had almost seemed reluctant to believe you confirmed your stupidity, your pure gullibility in helping a stranger. Just because he showed you a sweet little photo of himself didn't mean this wasn't a dangerous situation and you had mentally cursed yourself. You had brushed it off as a joke and awkwardly shifted your attention back to the apartment with a reluctant sigh.

You had hoped for someone to be home as you hesitantly knocked on the door, palms growing sweaty as this 'Unknown' character suggested for you to oh so casually walk in. The hallway had been deserted, a chill that had seeped through your skin and wrapped round your bones. It had been enough to drive you forward, fingers clumsily puncturing the code and almost toppling over your own feet in your haste. You had intended to phone the police after confirming the apartment was empty, you had good intentions to correct your incredibly stupid error…that was until the app on your phone had blared to life.

It had been insane, the shower of different personalities almost dazing you as they continued to flood the chat room with questions. Honestly, you had thought the app would be some sort of social network and a way to maybe talk to someone new. You had never intended to join a secret organization and how could you refuse under such uncomfortable circumstances? After all it was true, you did technically break into someone's apartment and the last thing you wanted was a criminal record.

And not to mention how Jumin could be eerily intimidating.

It had truly been a surreal experience getting to know them over the past seven days and you couldn't help but feel the friendship blossom. It had been addictive, your hands constantly flickering through the notifications, your heart thrumming in excitement as you accepted each phone call and feeling an overwhelming self-accomplishment as their new party coordinator. Yes, of course it was bizarre and stressful at times as you contemplated each party guests response, but you always liked a challenge. It had worked out rather nicely anyway being a freelance writer, moments to fill the gaps between your writing and illustrations.

You were never one for staying put, leg bouncing up and down impatiently every time you found yourself with nothing to do. It was something you had confessed to Seven on one of your phone calls, a blush seeping across your cheeks as he laughed and jested at your habits.

Seven…

He was on his way.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you immediately found yourself pacing the apartment as your fingers tapped away a response in the chat. You was panicking inside, a sense of dread crawling up your spine as you faked confidence and reassurance to the group. There was no point showing them how you really felt, it wouldn't change the situation you was suddenly in.

You couldn't help but feel comforted by the flurry of concerned texts from him, his words layered with reassurance as he raced to save you. The affection hidden between the lines left a warm fuzzy sensation that seeped through your veins like honey. Running a hand through your hair, you wonder what it would be like to actually meet him in person. There was no denying the feelings you had for him, a flower that quickly shot through the earth and blossomed before your eyes. Just the sound of his voice made your lips twitch into a grin, the way he playfully cooed down the phone and laughed.

You could imagine your old friends scoffing, shaking their heads in disbelief over how you fell for someone over the internet, someone you had never met. It made you laugh out loud suddenly, a hysterical giggle that bubbled from you chest as you continued to pace the room. It was a weird situation that involved two weird people and in some weird way it made complete sense to you. Seven could awkwardly brush it off in the chat room, but there was no denying the connection you both had.

He was always on your mind and to know you were always on his made your fist pump in the air with victory.

You perched yourself at the end of the bed, leg bouncing as you stared around the room. Knitting your fingers in the bedsheets, you couldn't help but glance around once more as if you could spot the bomb yourself. Just thinking of how many lives were at risk in the building alone sent a shudder through your spine and you couldn't stop the ball of anxiety slithering back to life with full force.

Bringing your knees up, you quietly rest your head between them and try to breathe. Small puffs of air rattle through your lungs and it makes you gasp, eyes shutting tightly as you fought the panic attack that threatened to swallow you whole. You needed to remain calm, you desperately wanted to be able to look up and smile reassuringly whenever Seven came barreling through. What did Jumin say? Suppress your emotions…

It was only until the glaring sun slowly dipped behind tall buildings did you finally find your bearings, your body slouched and calm. Seven had confirmed he wasn't far now and you couldn't help but chew your bottom lip in contemplation. Another bad habit, maybe something that he would find endearing, something to point out and laugh at. Fingers nervously tapping on your phone, you find yourself staring at one of his 'selfies' and admire the wide grin splayed across his features. There was something unique about his eyes, the way they glimmered like molten gold filled with mischief. They were playful, a complete mirror of his personality and you couldn't stop the excitement rise inside your chest.

'The special security system will be acti- acti- act…act..'

You feel yourself stiffen, arms tightening around your legs and eyes snapping open at the sudden robotic announcement. Was Seven messing around with the system already? Hope washed over your senses at the thought of him standing outside and you stumbled to your feet with enthusiasm. The feeling died at the sound of glass shattering, your body physically spasming at the blood curdling sound.

You felt your head slowly turn to the source.

You watched with horror at the sight of long slender hands gripping the window frame, a dark figure slowly hoisting themselves up. At first you stared in bewilderment, the cold breeze ghosting across your skin and you shuddered at the contrast.

"Gosh…I didn't plan on making a sound. I suppose I failed on that," the figure muttered quietly, a slight gleeful giggle escaping his lips as he leaned across the broken frame. Mint green eyes peeked through a veil of thick white hair, face half concealed by a black mask and you could tell he was smiling as his gaze settled on you. "Hey miss, just stay there. You'll hurt your feet if you step on glass. I'm climbing over the window."

You watched black boots crunch noisily against the wooden floor and your eyes trailed back up to the stranger that stood proudly in your room. Tipping his head to one side, he peered at you with an intense look that made you squirm.

"Hello? Know who I am?" His voice had grown giddy, fingers twitching by his side as his other hand laid delicately against his chest. You swallowed nervously as he moved forward, the dominating look in his eyes jolting you back further into the room.

"The hacker," you breathed quietly, heart thudding painfully against your rib cage. His leather jacket slid down from his shoulder as he took another step and it took you a second to realize it was the same symbol from the spam email. Thick black lines shaped into an eye stared back at you unblinking and you felt your knees wobble.

"Smart lady," he purred with pleasant surprise, "you might be able to understand me then. Wow, it feels so strange to see it like this." You watched the hacker's mint eyes sweep across the apartment before landing back on you. The sound of glass crunched once more and you took a tentative step back, hand sweeping against the bedsheets behind you for your phone.

"Do you know that?"

You froze at the question, trembling fingers pausing on their quest as the hacker continued to ramble. His voice was distorted behind the mask, an eerie noise that made your hair stand on end. He was waiting for you to acknowledge him and you felt the silence slowly suffocate you. You cleared your throat awkwardly and slowly sat back down on the bed, hands reaching further behind you as you remained eye contact.

"I'm the one who first talked to you about the missing phone. I left that strange message a couple days ago…And I'm the one who sent that email," he preened under your full attention, his long slender finger running across the rim of his mask. You leaned back and hesitantly nodded as the hacker took the stage he seemed to desperately desire.

"How was that email I sent? It is an invitation," he whispered feverishly as if he was telling a grand secret. "Our paradise, where everyone is happy. Magenta of hopes and dreams. I've come to take you there…The RFA is only filled with false hope," he brought himself closer to you, boots crunching dangerously louder that made your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach. Slowly, you brought your knees up on the bed and scooted back against the covers. His hand shot out and snatched at your ankle with lightening speed causing a shriek to tumble from your lips.

"Especially those men named V and Luciel, they are all lying," he continued, pulling your body back to the edge of the bed. His warm breath danced across your face that caused a shudder to ripple down your spine. He looked wistful, strands of messy white hair fluttering against his brow as he leaned down to pin you with a penetrating look. You shook your head in panic, his words sliding over you as you struggled to take in his words. "I will explain everything once we get to Magenta."

Then it hit you.

"What are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere," you bit out, but even to you your voice sounded small. The hacker suddenly giggled, voice full of delight and eyes crinkling as he smiled behind the mask.

"Sorry, but you don't have any say. You entered the RFA because of me. And thanks to me, you'll be able to get out, you may not understand this now…but this is all for us to live in heaven. You will be happy in the end too," he lifted his hand and you watched long fingers hover above your cheek. He paused however, fingers shaking before lifting them to peel down the mask that hid his features. Lips curling into a lazy smile, he sighed in pleasure before tightening his grip around your leg.

"I'm not going anywhere," you suddenly screamed and felt your voice echo against the walls. "Seven! Help me!" You whimpered as sharp nails dug into your flesh and felt him yank your leg with a sickly pop. You felt yourself thud back into the covers, tears prickling your eyes as he slammed a hand down onto your mouth with an ear splitting slap.

"I expected you to resist…but you yelling out that filthy name is making me go insane," he hissed venomously. The wistful expression he held only moments before had vanished into thin air, only to be replaced with fury. You felt the heat of his words lick at your skin, mint green orbs narrowing dangerously."Why are you calling out that name? He will not come. Even if he does, he's already too late. I will cleanse you of false faith, and show you true paradise."

You felt adrenaline slosh through your veins like acid and with new strength you brought your knee up with a crack. You grimaced at the sound of his bottom jaw colliding against teeth and managed to scramble over to the other side of the bed. The hacker cursed loudly, both hands clutching at his face and you watched the tsunami of rage flush against his cheeks. Without missing a beat you managed to snatch the lamp off the bedside table and hurled it into his direction before speeding through the kitchen.

You skidded across the room, hip slamming against the cabinet with a thud before slapping against the cold floor. Whipping your head up from the tiles you blearily realize that you had in fact managed to cut your feet on the glass after all. It almost made you laugh, hysterical panic clawing on your insides before hastily clambering back up. You then heard him, his boots quietly walking against the floor boards that made your breath hitch. Your body sprung to life as his footsteps suddenly slammed into a sprint and you clambered out into the hall with a scream.

You threw yourself against the door, hands yanking at the handle that refused to respond with nothing more than dull clicks. It dawned on you that it was locked, the security system in place activated. With a muffled whimper you spun in time to narrowly miss the hacker's swiping hands, ducking under his arm to sprint back down the hall. You careened into the kitchen once more, yanking the kitchen draw out with a loud clatter onto the floor.

Dropping to your knees you grasped for the knife that glinted in the light, your hand tightly holding onto the handle as the hacker hurled himself on top of you. You wheezed at the heavy impact, his long calloused fingers snaking into your hair and you felt him abruptly slam your head against the floor. With a cry you felt him tighten his grip to state his dominance, once more slamming your head back down with a crack that resonated against your ears. You heaved a sob, your grip dropping your only weapon with a loud clang against the bloodied tile.

" There's a good girl," he whispered against your ear, "naughty little thing aren't you? I have to say I didn't expect that." You could feel his heart beating furiously against your back as he pressed his weight down on you, a quiet chuckle vibrating against your skin. "Here I thought you was going to be this little princess," he purred, fingers twisting painfully against your scalp. You gurgled slightly, the metallic taste filling the gaps of your gums and you spluttered.

His free hand came round to stroke your cheek, his nail catching a fat tear that rolled down towards your bloodied lips. With a feral growl that even surprised you, you managed to sink your teeth down on the offending digit. You felt him wrench your head back awkwardly and felt strands of your own hair painfully pop out in his ferocious grip.

"My patience is running out," he spat angrily before letting go and he watched your head drop down with a thud. Snatching up your arms he twisted, smiling at the loud gasp that whooshed out between your clenched teeth. You tried to wriggle but it was futile. All the adrenaline had left you, every ounce of strength had been sapped from your bones as you laid defeated under his grasp. You felt his hands shift, your wrists pinned in one and you could hear the hacker searching through his pockets as he sat up.

You sobbed, gasping deep breaths as your head throbbed from his earlier assault. Your stomach twisted, saliva building up at the back of your throat and you tried to will your body from emptying itself. Glancing to the side you couldn't help but stare at the knife, the way it taunted so close to you and you felt your fingers twitch beneath his grip.

"Tempting isn't it? I know what your staring at," he cooed gently, leaning back down against your shuddering back with a content sigh. "Play time is over now Princess. I told you that I would come back for you. Unlike Luciel, I always keep my promises."

You barely felt the needle point slide into the crook of your neck and whimpered as he injected the cold fluid into your body. His breath hovered against the curve of your ear and you watched the syringe drop to the floor with a clatter that made you grimace. He breathed you in, his nose burying into the back of your head that caused you to release another fit of sobs. You both stayed like that, your cries trickling to a stop as the world began to grow fuzzy at the edges of your vision. You couldn't tell how long you had been confined to the kitchen floor, feeling your muscles slowly sag in exhaustion.

"There's a good girl," he quietly repeated and you felt him turn you over. Your limbs fell uselessly by your side, legs sprawled out beneath him. Mint green eyes stared down at you, the corner of his lips curling into a rueful smile as you numbly blinked through thick lashes. You watched him pull out your phone deep within his pocket, waving it slowly in front of your face with a childlike giggle.

"It's show time and guess who's the star?" He tapped his finger against your nose almost affectionately.

"You are," he sang with delight, the flash of the camera blinding you.