Title: Hubris
Rating: M
Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Chapter(s): 2/?
Characters:Jumin Han, Zen, Jaehee Kang, MC, Unknown/Saeran, V, 707/Luciel, Yoosung Kim
Pairings:
Synopsis: Seven had been sure that his cameras couldn't be hacked. He'd never thought that someone might hack the code after such a big change. V had waved off Jumin's insistence that they position bodyguards around the apartment.
In the days that came after, Seven would look back at their errors, and wonder, precisely, where it went wrong.
Tags: Rape/Non-Con, Blood and Gore, Major Character Injury, Permanent Injury, Blood and Injury, Blindness, Body Horror
In the end, it was child's play.
The masked man dipped his hands into his pockets, feeling for the computer chip he'd brought along. All he needed to do was plug the chip into one camera. Saeyoung, the fool, had put the video streams from every channel on the same server. All he had to do was plug the chip into one security camera, any one, and the stream from each camera would be replaced with a recorded clip, custom made for each camera, complete with ambient sounds. The Disciple had ripped the clips from Saeyoung's computer when he'd hacked in the first time.
Making sure the transition would be seamless, Unknown stretched up and popped out the chip from the security camera, replacing it with his. After a brief black flash, he knew that Saeyoung would see the clips, and not notice the difference. For example, this camera showed the flower patch the camera faced, and had the sound of the birds that nested nearby.
There weren't even any bodyguards, the Disciple noted with a snort. They knew she was at risk of kidnapping and maybe worse, yet they couldn't be bothered to assign a physical barrier against him. Did they really have such high beliefs in their tech systems? What would they do, ping Saeyoung while he snatched the girl? Pathetic.
The plush grass hid the sound of his footsteps as he padded down the walkway, eyes locked on the marked door. A window gleamed next to it, providing a view of the yard while allowing him to see her. She didn't even notice him, he laughed, preoccupied in something on her phone. Probably those traitors, The Disciple growled, narrowing his eyes.
Now to wait. He couldn't grab her while she was on the phone, after all, it would be far too easy for her to call for help. And he needed all the time he could get to teach her His Savior's lesson. His mind flashed to her words: "Make her regret joining them, My Lamb. You offered her the ability to come here, to come to Paradise, and she refused. Show her the error of her ways." Her eyes had held a wicked gleam, "and... why not have some fun with her? You deserve a reward."
At first he had hesitated. Having some fun? It wasn't something he'd expected from His Savior. But a few swallows of the Blessed Drink, and it hadn't seem like such a worry. She was His Savior, after all. She would never lead him astray.
His mint eyes peered through the window, keeping out of view. She seemed to be finishing whatever she was doing on her phone, setting it on the arm of the couch. The girl stood and stretched, twining her arms over her head, before plodding to the fridge.
She was across the room from her phone. The phone was far, far out of her reach.
Now!
The Disciple hurried forward, kicking in the glass windowpane with a loud 'Crack!' He easily leaped through the shattered window, landing with a small 'thud'.
Catching her by surprise, he strode forward and grabbed her phone. He flicked it on, and scrolled through it disinterestedly, watched by the frozen girl. "You're busy with the party?" His mask filtered and changed his voice. This shook her from her startled stupor, and she screamed.
The Disciple smirked at her, tossing her phone to the side and idly hearing the screen shatter. "You want to scream? Shh, I'll just force you to shut up so you'd better be quiet."
She blanched, pressing her back against the fridge, and whimpered.
Unknown sneered behind the mask, a grin that reached far too wide and showed far too many teeth. Although there was no way she could have seen him, she seemed to sense the malice, pressing herself further against the stainless steel, golden eyes hazy and wide. They darted this way and that, as though trying to find an escape.
"I am here to take you to Paradise." His heavy boots crunched the glass underfoot as he approached her. She had no chance to react before his hand had her about the throat, lifting her easily off the floor and slamming her against the fridge. He leaned in, whispering ominously in her ear: "However, you must first repent."
