Slaughter House
Chapter 8
I looked up to see a Western man bending down and talking to me. His words were muffled and I could only see his mouth move. I took a closer look at him and realized that he looked kind of familiar... A little like Lord Dermont, only younger. He must have been at least 20 years younger than on the portraits and pictures I had seen of him back in the house.
"Hello, my dear. My name is Dermont. What is your name?" I could finally hear him speak. He spoke in a fatherly tone and frankly, it was quite comforting.
"Um... M-my name is K-Kim Jongin, sir." Huh? My mouth was moving by itself and by the looks of it, I can't even say it was exactly my own mouth. This must be Jongin's body... and Jongin's memory... Wait a minute, how could I be in his body, let alone his memory? And why from his point of view? He should be dead; Kim Jongin IS dead. I became more and more confused the more I thought, so I decided to simply keep track of the conversation going on and my suroundings. Jongin must have been around 8 years old here.
"What a nice name," the man standing in front of me asked after putting his left hand on my right shoulder. I felt comforted, though that was more what Jongin was feeling and not me. "And no need to call me 'sir'. Let's make a deal: you call me father and I'll call you Kai."
"Why 'Kai', s-, I mean, father?" I felt myself answer.
"It stands for the Chinese word 'to open' and you have just opened a new spot in my heart and life," he said softly with a loving gaze.
Just then, the memory switched to another point. Jongin -- or I -- was looking at himself in the mirror while brushing his hair. This time, he looked to be in his teens; I'd say about 15 to 16 years old. Suddenly, he started coughing badly and had to lean on a wall nearby, still not stopping. Lord Dermont came in quickly and made him sit down before calling a doctor immediately.
Once the doctor arrived, Dermont talked to him outside Jongin's room. I tried listening to the conversation they were holding but I could hear almost nothing. What are they saying...? Why are they hiding it from him...?
Once more, the memory I was seeing changed.
"I want to be a dancer," Jongin said while looking at Dermont in the eye. He looked to be in his early 20s. Dermont, in response to this statement, looked at Jongin -- or me -- in stupor.
"Son, you can't become a dancer even if you wanted to and you know it," the older man said with sadly.
"Why not? I'll do better and listen to everything you say, I promise!"
"That's not the issue, Kai. Here, let me show you." And with that, Dermont stood up from his chair and then... the memory changed to the latter in a lab tasting on a couple lab rats.
One by one, he injected them with a yellowish substance. Some of the rats died immediately, others took a while before dying as well, a hint of blood seeping from the corners of their mouths. It was as if they had been poisoned with the most lethal poison. What is he doing to them?!
"Father, you need to sleep, this isn't healthy for you," Jongin said. Dermont roughly turned around to face me, looking at me as if I had insulted him.
"And what about your health, huh?! Who will find a cure for you?! I need to find an antidote so that you can survive this disease! Who else will take over after me?!" he barked back.
"Father, please understand that there is no cure... Why can't you just spend my last few days with me? After I die, you can just adopt someone else, or marry and have a child afterwards. Please, father. I-"
"NO! SHUT UP!" the elder stood up brusquely from his place and yelled. I felt sadness take over Jongin's heart as the man who took care of him was going crazy right in front of him, and all of it was his fault. "Get out! I need to work!"
"Dad..."
"KIM JONGIN, I SAID GET OUT!" Everything turned black before I woke up and found myself tied down to a bed in a white room.
There was a dozen of doctors around me. I struggled to get my hands free from their ties. Then I saw Dermont with a mask and coming with a needle towards me.
"Father, please! This isn't necessary! I could live a normal lide before I die... Please! Dad I beg of you, please!" Jongin plead to the man he called his father.
"I'm sorry, Kai, but I want you to survive. I can't afford to have another life after you. After all, you are the one who opened this life and I won't you close it like this." I felt the needle pierce the vein in my antecubital fossa, causing me to scream in pain.
"Hello, my dear. My name is Dermont. What is your name?" I could finally hear him speak. He spoke in a fatherly tone and frankly, it was quite comforting.
"Um... M-my name is K-Kim Jongin, sir." Huh? My mouth was moving by itself and by the looks of it, I can't even say it was exactly my own mouth. This must be Jongin's body... and Jongin's memory... Wait a minute, how could I be in his body, let alone his memory? And why from his point of view? He should be dead; Kim Jongin IS dead. I became more and more confused the more I thought, so I decided to simply keep track of the conversation going on and my suroundings. Jongin must have been around 8 years old here.
"What a nice name," the man standing in front of me asked after putting his left hand on my right shoulder. I felt comforted, though that was more what Jongin was feeling and not me. "And no need to call me 'sir'. Let's make a deal: you call me father and I'll call you Kai."
"Why 'Kai', s-, I mean, father?" I felt myself answer.
"It stands for the Chinese word 'to open' and you have just opened a new spot in my heart and life," he said softly with a loving gaze.
Just then, the memory switched to another point. Jongin -- or I -- was looking at himself in the mirror while brushing his hair. This time, he looked to be in his teens; I'd say about 15 to 16 years old. Suddenly, he started coughing badly and had to lean on a wall nearby, still not stopping. Lord Dermont came in quickly and made him sit down before calling a doctor immediately.
Once the doctor arrived, Dermont talked to him outside Jongin's room. I tried listening to the conversation they were holding but I could hear almost nothing. What are they saying...? Why are they hiding it from him...?
Once more, the memory I was seeing changed.
"I want to be a dancer," Jongin said while looking at Dermont in the eye. He looked to be in his early 20s. Dermont, in response to this statement, looked at Jongin -- or me -- in stupor.
"Son, you can't become a dancer even if you wanted to and you know it," the older man said with sadly.
"Why not? I'll do better and listen to everything you say, I promise!"
"That's not the issue, Kai. Here, let me show you." And with that, Dermont stood up from his chair and then... the memory changed to the latter in a lab tasting on a couple lab rats.
One by one, he injected them with a yellowish substance. Some of the rats died immediately, others took a while before dying as well, a hint of blood seeping from the corners of their mouths. It was as if they had been poisoned with the most lethal poison. What is he doing to them?!
"Father, you need to sleep, this isn't healthy for you," Jongin said. Dermont roughly turned around to face me, looking at me as if I had insulted him.
"And what about your health, huh?! Who will find a cure for you?! I need to find an antidote so that you can survive this disease! Who else will take over after me?!" he barked back.
"Father, please understand that there is no cure... Why can't you just spend my last few days with me? After I die, you can just adopt someone else, or marry and have a child afterwards. Please, father. I-"
"NO! SHUT UP!" the elder stood up brusquely from his place and yelled. I felt sadness take over Jongin's heart as the man who took care of him was going crazy right in front of him, and all of it was his fault. "Get out! I need to work!"
"Dad..."
"KIM JONGIN, I SAID GET OUT!" Everything turned black before I woke up and found myself tied down to a bed in a white room.
There was a dozen of doctors around me. I struggled to get my hands free from their ties. Then I saw Dermont with a mask and coming with a needle towards me.
"Father, please! This isn't necessary! I could live a normal lide before I die... Please! Dad I beg of you, please!" Jongin plead to the man he called his father.
"I'm sorry, Kai, but I want you to survive. I can't afford to have another life after you. After all, you are the one who opened this life and I won't you close it like this." I felt the needle pierce the vein in my antecubital fossa, causing me to scream in pain.
Notes
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12/1/15