I assumed blind!Obi-Wan keeps everyone apart from their voices and Force signature, but comes to realise that he might have to identify Troopers when they can’t respond to him. He proceeds to grab his way through the entire 212th. He has a lot to say about some peoples haircuts. Cody gets Revenge by telling Obi-Wan about Ahsokas Montrals having grown every time she’s around.
The next evening had arrived much too quickly for Kihyun.
His heart was pounding in his throat as they drove up the
mountain as they did normally, except this time he knew it was for him and not
somebody else. He’d always listen to Jooheon chirp about the revered mountain,
notorious for leaving no survivors. Wonho said he was giving Kihyun a chance,
but that was overthought most of the night.
Minhyuk parked the truck in the same spot he always did,
only he was incredibly confused as to why they were even here. The two boys got out from the truck, the
others filing from the trailer. Kihyun looked off into the distance, to the
sunset, his right hand fiddling his knife—he had to put up some type of a fight
or they’d bust Wonho for telling him.
The moment was serene as the sun warmed Kihyun’s face, his
eyes closing for just a moment to bask in it before a hand wrapped around his
left arm, violently swinging him around.
“What the fuck!” Minhyuk called, moving towards Jooheon but
was quickly restrained by Shownu and I.M.
Kihyun’s quick right hand drew his knife, the spring
assisted blade leaping from its cage as he swung his right arm up, the blade
catching Jooheon just above the eye, the wound immediately bleeding profusely.
In that moment, he thought of running. With Jooheon incapacitated for the
moment, someone would have to tend to him, and none of the rest of them was
fast enough to catch him. The only problem was the dangerously slanted and
rocky terrain he would have to navigate to get away.
He caught Wonho’s eyes for a moment, they stared at him
warningly. Kihyun almost stared too long but caught Shownu moving out of the
corner of his eye, dodging a tackle just barely to step out of the way, his
knife then catching on I.M’s hand before finally being subdued by Wonho and
Hyungwon, the knife ripped from his hand. Kihyun’s eyes quickly darted around,
noting Minhyuk unconscious before a dark blindfold covered his eyes, a rope
sliding across the skin of his wrists so tight.
“Mind explaining what the fuck is going on here?” Kihyun had
to force himself to ask—it would have looked much too suspicious otherwise.
“You’re not in it for the long haul, Kihyun. You’ve become a
problem and we have to get rid of it.” It was Shownu’s voice coming from his
right but he didn’t dare fight, didn’t dare struggle, and didn’t even give the
effort to turn his head to look in the elder’s direction.
“I’ve stuck by you for years, and suddenly you’ve just
decided you’ve had enough of me?”
“You’ve been a bystander, Kihyun. It was a matter of time
before you ran.” It was Hyungwon’s voice this time, too close to his ear.
“And we really can’t have that.”
Kihyun didn’t even know what to say, but he could feel the
pit in his stomach settling for whatever strange reason. He just stayed silent,
moving his hands to try and adjust the rope which felt like it was cutting off
his circulation, bad enough it already gave him a nice burn.
“I see,” Kihyun finally replied in a low growl as they lead
him to what he assumed was the clearing. His knees hit the grass soon after,
the metal barrel of a gun pressed into the back of his skull and the pit in his
stomach was back. Wonho said he had a chance—did he play him and BS through the
“The agreement was the trees, Jooheon,” Shownu growled,
grabbing the wrist of the younger boy and attempting to pull the gun away from
him, but Jooheon wasn’t having any of it.
“That was before the little shit slashed my eye!” Jooheon
yelled in response, shoving Shownu’s hands off him and the barrel was pressed
once again into the back of Kihyun’s head, finger so close to the trigger it
could have gone off at any minute if it weren’t for Wonho standing right there,
taking the nod from Shownu to reach over and force the gun from Jooheon who was
much too weak to defend himself against the much stronger older boy.
“You couldn’t live with the blood on your hands,” Hyungwon
There was some shuffling in the grass, many pairs of feet
moving around for the moments of otherwise utter silence that passed, nobody
saying a word before a cold blade touched Kihyun’s cheek, to which he flinched
slightly. “Happy hunting,” spoke a dull growl in his ear before the blade
turned, “If she doesn’t finish you, the wolves sure will.”
A sharp sting on Kihyun’s cheek, a soft hiss falling from his
lips and he could feel the warm blood trickle down his face to his chin. A few
doors slammed; minimal words about Minhyuk spoken among the group before the
engine turned over, choking as the vehicle pulled away, leaving Kihyun out in
the middle of the grass, bloody, tied up and blindfolded. How long did he have
to wait before he could get up to run? It didn’t matter, his pants legs were
steaked into the ground—he wasn’t about to go anywhere.
He wasn’t sure whether to scream and yell for help, or just
accept his fate and submit to the forest. Kihyun shifted his body a bit, trying
to reach over to grab one of the steaks to see if he could pull it loose, the sun
long set by now. Those steaks were in deep, rendering Kihyun unable to pull
them out from the awkward angle.
A heavy sigh fell from his lips after he turned his face to
wipe some of the blood from his face on his shoulder, still bleeding pretty
good as he sat down on his feet. It was only a matter of time—the wolves could
undoubtedly smell the blood.
More time passed, but Kihyun couldn’t be sure how long
considering the blindness. He assumed awhile, just by feel and how hungry and
thirsty he was getting. The crack of his neck echoed to himself as he tilted
his head. For whatever reason, he wasn’t worried, wasn’t nervous until a soft
pair of hands touched his cheeks, one very careful of his fresh wound. Then,
and only then, did he jump.
“Who’s there?” he asked, slight panic tinging his voice.
“You’re one of them…”
a soft voice trailed off.
You examined him; the cut on his cheek didn’t need stitches,
thankfully. He was in need of water for sure and tending to his wrists.
“One of who?” Kihyun asked.
“The group of boys who always bring battered old men to my
woods,” you responded, your thumb trailing across his chilled skin and over his
dry and cracking lips which quivered under your soft touch.
“Y-your woods,” Kihyun stuttered.
“I feared this,” you said, tapping a foot on the ground,
unearthing the steaks in his pants, freeing him.
“Yo-you’re the tr-trees,” Kihyun uttered almost inaudibly as
the ropes fell from his wrists. “The stories Jooheon always told us were…
true,” he continued curiously.
“What do you know of me?” you asked him.
“You control the forest. The nature, everything from plants
to animals, earth to the weather, power limited to this mountain, to these
woods; stark white hair and piecing ice eyes,” he described as your hands
fiddled with the blindfold, untying it to bring it away from his eyes, which
this is connor murphy. he was a troubled kid but there's so many layers to his character that we just can't see from the musical even though he died like six seconds in but that just shows how much there is to know about him here'e 17 pages on why he and evan would've been together if he hadn't died
this is the squip. we love it, it's terrible