[h3][color=00BFFF]Jin-Soo[/color][/h3] [hr][h3][color=00BFFF]Sang’s Fishing Shack by Pembina River 11:39pm[/color][/h3] [hr] A pitch black darkness enveloped the woods as clouds, thick and heavy with rain, drifted across the face of the moon. The creatures of the forest stirred, chattering amongst themselves while a cool wind gently rustled through the trees. Flashes of thunder and lightning could be seen in the distance and yet, despite the ominous warning signs, a calmness swept the area, perhaps eerily so given what was to come. A way aways, two specks of light could be seen barreling down a thin dirt road. Although faint at first, the roar of an engine began to slice through the serene moment like a pair of sharpened scissors gliding through paper. The jangle of loose tools reverberated, dancing their way across a metal cargo bed as a voice cried out from the cabin. Unmuffled by glass and sounding as if the vocal cords were made of sandpaper, it made an attempt to hold a tune but broke with every second sentence. The vehicle, a pick-up, continued along, veering from side to side as the cul de sac at the end of the road suddenly approached. Slamming on the brakes the body of the truck lurched forward as the tires struggled to grip the loose gravel beneath. Luckily the space in front of the lonely wooden cabin was wide and featureless, no real risk of instant death. Dust filled the air as the cab door popped open and a large figure slumped out, wailing as he hit the floor. “Jin-Soo,” he wept into the dirt, “what have you done… why… why didn’t you just listen to her?!” His fist pounded the earth before it flattened out and pushed him up. Propping himself up against the panel of the truck between door and tray, Jin trailed on. Vomiting out a mumble of words, he slammed the back of his head into pick-up over and over. Behind him the sounds of the engine petered away oddly mimicking the dulling cries of the animals hidden around. The breeze whipped the dust in the air, latching it to the tear stained face of the man causing Jin to violently cough. Mucus and drool erupted from his nose and mouth as he gagged for air. It took him a full minute to calm down, ending with him scrunching up the bottom of his t-shirt and lifting it to wipe his face. By the time he dropped it back down, the world had stopped in its tracks. A stillness seized everything around him. Branches refused to sway in the wind, power to the engine cut with a small click, the woods fell ill with silence and goosebumps lined the man's skin as the temperature dropped degrees at a time. Static from the speakers began to creep forth like the silhouette of a predator stalking their prey, raising the hairs on the back of Jin’s neck. The full faced moon forced a gap in the clouds, slowly painting the area in a faint white glow. Unable to move, Jin’s eyes followed the line of light as it slowly made its way towards the rickety old cabin. Originally bought by his brother with the intent of using it for fishing trips, the place hadn’t been seen by a visitor in years. There it sat, slowly falling apart piece by piece, the passage of time it's only decorator. Here and now, the cabin appeared in the light as one would expect, crooked, beaten and ravaged. All except for its door. Life returned to Jin’s body once more with him standing and taking a few cautious steps forward. Cocking his head to the side and squinting his eyes, the man could only make out the outline of the door. It loomed large and solid, directly contrasting the dilapidated shack around it. Wearily he continued on, the sight in front of him slowly growing more and more familiar, until… “No.” Jin stopped dead in his tracks. “No...” his head shook, “no-no.” A tremor began to take hold of his right hand, the shake coiling its way up his arm like a serpent climbing a tree. “NO!” he screamed. There in front of him stood a fortified steel door. A door with a little window and a small slot that sat at about waist height. A prison door. Without warning the speakers from his truck blared to life. White noise crackled as the sound of a microphone being held too closely to a sound system screeched. [i]“We have a code red in Cell Block B! I need all available guards to Cell Block B immediately.”[/i] Jin whipped around. “Shut up!” He marched towards the truck, feet pounding the earth. “Shut the fuck up!” The announcer rebelled, defiantly growing louder. [i]“I repeat, Code Red! Jimmy Waiken has been stabbed repeatedly.”[/i] “Stop!” Jin cried, his voice now breaking at the mention of his former best friend, causing him to stop in his tracks. “Stop, please stop.” He pleaded, the anger giving way to a pathetic beg. [i]“Code red! Jin-Soo has murdered Jimmy Waiken! All guards to Cell Block C!”[/i] the PA continued tauntingly. The headlights of the pick-up turned on, flashing blue and red while the speakers began to mimic a police siren. “It’s not true!” He yelled as his legs gave way. So numbed by it all, Jin could scarcely feel the rocks break his skin as his knee’s dove into the gravel below. Burying his head in his hands, the man exhausted whatever emotion he had left. “Please… it’s not true.” [i]“Appa.”[/i] A voice, miniscule, hushed and familiar, cuts through the hurricane of noise. Coming from the direction of the cabin, Jin’s head instantly shoots up. [i]“Appa.”[/i] It repeats innocently, a light faintly appearing through the window of the prison door. “Ha-Eun?” Jin croaked, straining his ears in hope. [i]“Jebal.”[/i] It replied. Adrenaline flooded the man’s body causing him to leap to his feet. The deafening chorus around him melted away as Jin steeled himself, his knuckles cracking as his fists balled. The tremors stopped and the hammer dropped; without another moment of hesitation he charged up the steps to the cabin, bursting through the door and into the light. [hr] At first, the world around him was a blur. Skeletons of buildings, distant lights, moons upon moons and a bizarre neon sign. A cacophony of questions flood the man’s mind, each one failing to sweep away the one standing like stone at the centre of it all. [i]“Where is Ha-Eun?”[/i] Whipping around, the door had vanished and asphalt sat beneath his feet. His breathing was heavy and his goosebumps had been replaced by beads of sweat. It didn’t take long for Jin to notice he was flanked by two others; a young looking man with piercings and bright orange hair and an even younger looking boy, small faced and innocent in appearance. Completely willing to ignore the inexplicable world around him, the middle aged man stepped forward. Ready to launch into a tirade, Jin took a deep breath in and… paused, noticing one of the young men was pale and wide eyed. Flushed with dread the boy stared off into the distance, far beyond the group. Turning, Jin only saw the glimmer of steel flying at him. Ducking just in time, he heard the clinking of a chained rope fly by his head. Pivoting on the balls of his tippy-toes, he managed to narrowly avoid another as it tore a jagged slit though the sleeve of his tee. With barely a moment to catch his breath a voice cried out, wailing in pain. Jin wheeled around to see that one of the boys had not been so lucky. Several rustic hooks had sunk deep into his legs as he scrambled to try and pull himself free. Following the chains, Jin looked towards the neon sign, momentarily noting the familiarity of some of the flashing characters, before noticing the hideous creature. Leatherface 2.0 stood with it’s jaw ajar over the remains of some poor bastard, rope flowing like tentacles from its mouth. The metal began to retract as the boy cried out in pain, begging for the two around him for help. Jin, unable to set aside the look of innocence in the kid's face, rushed over. “It’s going to be ok.” Jin said as he gripped one of the hooks. “I’m going to get you out of this.”