Made For Revenge

10 - To kill someone

[ TW: Mentions of blood and gore is there , pls skip the chapter if you are uncomfortable with this. ]

Abruptly a warm clasp patted my shoulder; I flipped slowly, hoping it wasn't the Devil. As I turned around, I saw an astronomical body that faced its back to me.

"AHHHHHH," I cried a muffled scream, the man twisted around. Its face covered by the hood.

"Y/n Shut up, your scream broke my ear"so it was the devil, "Are you okay?" he asked while removing the cloth out of my mouth and my handcuffs, which colored my wrist plenty.

yeah, Taehyung, I am Alright after you kidnap me and freaking gunshots are going on. "Y/n answer me," he snarled.

"Y...yeah, I am" "Ok, here's a gun" he removed a gun and lent it to me. "I..I don't even know how to use it" "Aim to the person, and pull the trigger and done" explaining that he demonstrated it.

How am I supposed to do that? It's not like I used the gun several times as this devil did.

"Use the gun, if any person from the other side comes here, shoot them," he stood there waiting for my response while I was just staring at him like a lost child.

He sighed in irritation, "Ok, whoever didn't wear suits, is the other group," "o..ok." I can't trust him.

He is my kidnapper. Should I? Suho where are you?

The crisis is dangerous; dead bodies and blood enclose both walls. My hands are unexpectedly trembling; I don't know what to do. Who to trust? And who to kill?

It was similar to my childhood. It's compressed with blood and ruthless love. My father wanted a son, and I guess I broke his hopes.

He hated my mom and me. So to take wrath, he used to torture me by knocking people in front of me while I stood there like a coward.

What could a ten-year girl do? Nothing right?

Well, that wasn't enough for my father. He tutored me on how to use a pistol.

I failed to learn it, and for my punishment, I got to see one more innocent die mercilessly. I despised it.

My anxiety proceeded, ultimately making it worse. One night, my father came drunk. He saw me playing with my toys. And for him, it was inappropriate for me to be happy.

He punched my mom while I was in my room, the tears and scream which surrounded my night-waking up to see my beaten mother and a monster who I called father.

The truth came right in front of me. I was nobody for my father. I was ashamed to name him as my father. I hate him.

He took away my happiness. stayed away from my father after that. My grandmother took care of me.

After a few years, she died, leaving me alone. At the age of 16, I started to work hard and studied. After all the years, I always wondered, what does the monster work?

The topic I had since childhood. And Why me? Working in this Agency is doing the same thing. The trust I had is over. What if they are my father's men? Shit, I have to run away.

"Y/N, EARTH TO Y/N" entered my thoughts.

I came to existence, where the battles were occurring. Noticing that Taehyung came close to me, he gripped my wrist and yanked me. "Where are you taking me, Taehyung?"

"To fight the enemies, you can't just stand there; it's getting serious" "But I don't even know how to shoot and how can I trust you guys," I sneered.

He believes I will trust him after what he did. He bends down so that his face is level with mine and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"They only want you for pleasure and the revenge of his brother" "WHAT" "Yes, and I don't think you want that, I mean, I am here why do you need them?"

"Kim Taehyung shut up, don't joke" "You think I' m joking" He peered at my face with a stern look.

This devil is horny as fuck. "Shut the fuck up, asshole" "Remember I am only saving you from the jerks"

"Yeah, right, its called kidnapping jerk" "Yeah, so act well or I'll hand you to them" "You won't" He chuckled darkly making me gulp hard. "Oh, I will,"

"WILL YOU TWO HELP US?" Jimin shrieked

Suddenly, a man comes running. " Y/n, he is coming for you. SHOOT" Everything becomes slow.

I can only see a person running towards me. Noises warning me to shoot; if I did, will I be a killer? But am not doing it for my safety.

My voices debate's with each other. My hands go up slowly. 'Kill him,' A voice instructs me a final time.

My shaking fingers reach the trigger, I glance up again. This is it. I have to do it.