Taehyung opened his eyes with a gasp. Someone beside him shouted, and he felt whatever he was laid on jolt to the side.
"What the hell is going on back there?" A voice called from somewhere behind him.
"Pull over now!" A voice shouted from much closer.
Taehyung tried to see what was happening; his eyes spun around at the metal ceiling, the harsh light hurt his eyes. He realised he couldn't move his head, something was covering his face, and it dug into the tender skin below his eyes.
"Wha..." his voice was nearly a whisper, and no one seemed to hear his attempt at talking.
"I said pull over!" The voice sounded more hysterical this time. "He's alive!"
"What?"
Taehyung felt his body swerve gently, and he knew then he was in a car... he glanced at the walls, took in the tubes above him, the technical equipment, the machines... he froze. He realised then that he wasn't in a car, he was in an ambulance.
A door opened so sharply that Taehyung felt the vehicle shake slightly. All of a sudden, a face appeared above him.
"Holy shit!" The man said in a panicked voice. "You must have missed his pulse!"
"I didn't miss anything," the other voice said quickly. "The machine showed nothing... he was dead."
"Dead...?" Taehyung gasped, and the man above him looked startled.
"Don't worry, we've got everything under control now," the man schooled his features and gave Taehyung a kind smile. "We're taking you to hospital."
"I... died..?" Taehyung couldn't wrap his head around what was going on. "How...?" He tried to move his body; he wanted to sit up, to run away. This couldn't be happening... could it?
"Don't try to move," the man said. "We've strapped you down to the bed, ok? You got into an accident, do you remember?"
Taehyung thought back to what he last remembered. He could see Jimin across the road with Jin... they were laughing. He knew he was running late and he rushed toward them... he was so sure the lights had changed.
"You were hit by a car," the man said. "We're taking you to the hospital so a Doctor can see to you." The man turned to look over his shoulder. "You drive."
"I died?" It was all he could think about. How could he have died?!
Taehyung watched the man sigh. "We thought you had... we couldn't find a pulse at the scene, but we've got one now. It's a good, strong one."
"I can't feel my legs..." Taehyung suddenly realised. "Why can't I feel my legs?"
"It's probably shock," the man said, but Taehyung could see in the man's eyes that he was lying. "We'll know more once you've been seen by the doctor."
"Am I paralysed?" He tentatively asked, scared of the answer.
"I don't know," the man said. "I truly don't."
"You're a paramedic..." Taehyung licked his lips. "You... you must have seen things like this before..." he groaned at a sharp pain somewhere around his pelvis, and there was a horrible cracking sound. "What's... what's happening?!"
"I... I don't know..." there was fear in the man's voice as he began to check him over again. "Milo, stop the van and get back here."
There was another loud crack, and Taehyung cried out at the pain. "It... it feels like...gah..." he clenched his teeth against the pain and closed his eyes. "Feels like... my bones are... breaking..."
"They're not breaking..." the man said. "It's like they're..."
"Healing?"
Even through his pain Taehyung knew the voice didn't belong to either paramedic.
"Who the hell -"
There was a thud, and it went quiet. Taehyung tried to look at what was happening, but a sharp bolt of pain shot through his legs. "Please... just make it... stop..." he begged through his tears, but neither paramedic came to his aid. Instead, Taehyung found a young man peering down at him. His black hair was slicked back, his face was open and kind, but there was something in his appearance that gave Taehyung a moment of pause. He didn't seem dangerous, but he had a feeling about him.
"It will stop soon," the man's voice was stern, almost impatient, as though he were somehow annoyed at Taehyung's pain. "We need to get out of here before they wake up."
"Wake up?" Taehyung asked as he felt the bonds that held him down loosen. "What..? The paramedic said I shouldn't move..."
"You're fine," the man grabbed Taehyung's arm and yanked him into a sitting position.
"No, I can't!" Taehyung struggled to lie back down. "I'm in a lot of pain; I need..."
"Are you sure about that?" The man stopped and looked down at him.
"I was hit by a car, of course I..." as soon as he thought about the pain, he realised that he could no longer feel it. He looked up at the man as panic began to set in. "Am I... paralysed?"
"Stand up," the man said, and Taehyung started to shake his head, but the man grabbed his arm once more and pulled him to his feet. He stared at the man.
"I don't... I don't understand." The man turned and began to leave the ambulance. "Who are you?" Taehyung asked quickly. The man turned back to look at him and smirked.
"If you want to find out, then follow me," he jumped out of the ambulance, and Taehyung found himself running after him. He stopped at the ambulance doors and peered out. The man walked to a rundown car where a short guy with blonde hair and sunglasses leaned against the hood. A taller guy, bigger in build than the blonde and with light grey hair, waited by the passenger side. When the black-haired guy turned to him and beckoned him over, Taehyung found his body falling forward out of the ambulance.
The next thing he knew, he was sitting in the back of the car, watching the city pass by as they drove away from the ambulance. It was as though his body had taken over his mind, acted without instruction. Now that his mind was once again in control, he felt himself start to panic.
"Stop the car," he said, but it was too quiet for anyone to hear. "I said stop the car." This time he put more force into it.
"No can do," the blonde looked at him through the mirror.
"I want to get out," Taehyung felt the panic increase. What had he got himself into? "Stop the car!"
"There," the black-haired man sitting in the passenger seat pointed to a side street, and the driver quickly turned and drove into the secluded alley.
"Open the door, let me out!" Taehyung kicked at the door.
"At least wait for the car to stop," the grey-haired guy next to him smiled and tried to calm him, but Taehyung turned away.
He tried to rack his brain for everything he remembered in the ambulance; the black-haired guy must have slipped him something. He could think of no other reason why he would have followed them so willingly.
Finally, the car came to a halt, and Taehyung pulled on the door handle. It still wouldn't open. "Don't make me ask again," he tried to sound as threatening as he could.
The driver turned and looked at him with a smirk. "Why? Will you hurt us if we do?"
Taehyung felt anger boil under his skin at being mocked.
"Leave him be," the man with black hair said with an impatient sigh. "Open the door."
"He'll run," the driver said.
"No he won't," the grey-haired guy said. "You won't, will you?"
Taehyung shook his head; he didn't trust his voice to cover the lie.
"Of course he will," the driver scoffed.
"If he runs, I'll put a bullet in the back of his head."
Taehyung looked at the black-haired guy through the wing mirror. There was no trace of humour on his face, no threat... his face was impassive. Taehyung might have only been in police training for a few months, but he knew enough that the man wasn't trying to scare him; he was warning him of what he will do should he try to run.
But still, he had to risk it. Perhaps being dead was better than being held hostage?
"I won't run," Taehyung managed to say. "Everything is happening so fast... I just need some air."
The driver narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but the black-haired guy leaned over the driver and flipped the locks. As soon as the black-haired guy opened his door, Taehyung opened his own, dived out of the car and started to run.
There was a loud bang behind him, and he knew, just before he hit the floor, that the black-haired man had kept his promise.
He shot him.