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"Oppa, I'm sorry."
"Shh... It's not your fault. It never was to begin with."
Jungkook wiped tears off of Kiera's beautiful eyes. His wounds were sore. But Kiera's heart was more distressed than him.
He took her small hands in his,
"Don't cry. It makes me feel helpless."
Kiera hugged Jungkook and sobbed,
"I'm sorry for breaking the rules. I'm sorry for not training hard enough. I'm sorry for being a loser."
Jungkook, felt his heart break into pieces. Several small pieces. He tried to gulp down all his tears. He didn't want to cry, he just wanted to keep Kiera strong by being strong enough to lend his shoulder to her. He can't cry.
The night dark and the clouds rumbling. The wind pirouetting around them. Making Kiera's messy hair messier. Jungkook held her close. She was shaking occasionally but she felt safe in the arms of the 17 year old. They were good until...
Until they heard loud gruesome screams. Of pain. Of mercy. They exchanged a glance before they scurried downstairs. Kim Su-Bong stood at the foot of the stairs, beating the last beat of life out of the scrawny, doll eyed girl. She cried,
"Please Madame. Forgive me. I won't ever do that. Please Madame."
But Kim Su-Bong coldly chuckled,
"Why? What happened?"
She tightly held the girl's hair and almost lifted her up. Her pale skin bruised and bleeding. Her bangs messed up and her tiny face red from all the crying. Kim Su-Bong slapped her with all her might,
"Weren't you all loud and powerful when those men came by? They weren't even here for you! They wanted to take away that fat cheeked one. But she's your Unnie, right Priya?"
"Don't you dare call me that!"
The scranwy teenager screamed fibbly at the cruel women in front of her. Kim Su-Bong threw her on the cold ground and stepped on her, coldly said,
"How dare you scream at me? I can do whatever I want to! And you! You are just a pathetic, loser. You are ugly and weak and emotional and foolish..."
"NO! YOU ARE FUCKING WRONG KIM SU-BONG!"
A skinny boy with a long face pushed away Kim Su-Bong. Kim Su-Bong tumbled on the china table beside her, knicking off the fruit basket. The boy's oval face was burning with rage. His heart shaped lips were apart as he was huffing. The younger girl held him tight. For comfort. For strength.
Kim Su-Bong gritted her teeth. The veins on her neck started popping out. Her eyes were devil red. She looked like a monster. She took out her famous knife.
The one that could knock you out for hours, due to blood loss. The one which can kill you if stabbed with enough strength. But it would take all the time in the world. You would feel death approaching but again you can't do nothing. You'd ve numb and asking for death to stroll by.
Her fingers tightened around the leather grip. The girl with sharp feline eyes and round cheeks had noticed all. She jumped right at the tall, bony woman,
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO MY LALI, OR ANYONE IN THIS ROOM YOU BITCH! TILL I'M ALIVE, I'D SAVE THEM! YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING YOU FUCKING HEARTLESS SLUT!"
There was ruckus all over. Kiera hugged her injured Unnie. The others tackled the woman. They were determined. They have had enough. They wanted to be free.
"Noona, NO!"
Jungkook screamed. But he was too late. The older girl stabbed Kim Su-Bong till her hand felt numb. She was covered in blood. She fell on her knees, with shaky hands she passed the knife to the boy next to her. Skin milky white and lazy eyes tensed up,
"Here Oppa, stab her. Stab her till her body is just deformed. Not only you, but everyone."
Her breathing was hitched. She looked like a pyschopath. Her feline eyes were losing focus. He took one glance at the dead body flooded with crimson liquid, the fragile figure and the trapped souls. He ran to the body and stabbed. He stabbed to his heart:s content. Then Jungkook. And Kiera. They all stabbed the body till they were all covered in blood. The two girls were hugging each other. Kiera and Jungkook felt nothing. Blood wasn't new to them. The other two boys were shaking a bit. Jungkook took the lead. In times of trouble, every group needs a leader. He cleared his throat,
"We need to evacuate this place. NOW! Take every bit of money. Every jewellery. Antiques. And most importantly weapons. We need every weapon we can take. Scatter. Take everything you can."
The feline like woman stood up, with her resting bitch face and a cold voice said,
"Well, we are not some losers that will just flee. If we have to leave, we make sure people know who killed this fucker."
She again kicked and stamped the dead body. Making a beautiful mess from the dirty blood.
"Leave it to me Unnie."
Kiera weakly said. She tured towards Jungkook,
"Oppa, get the playing cards from Kim Su-bong's desk."
"Why?"
"Don't question me!"
Jungkook scurried to Kim Su-Bong's office. Kiera looked the other's in their eyes. Her eyes were no longer innocent neither was her gaze soft. As if she had grown up all of a sudden. She was emotionless and cold,
"We need to evacuate this place within an hour. Just take everything. Every dime. Every weapon. Everything. Unnie, you two take weapons, food and a set of clothing for each of us. Oppa you both take paperwork, money and antiques. Hurry up!"
The others saw a Queen in their Maknae. A queen who could take care of a situation no matter what. A Queen who can assert her dominance. A Queen who knows what to do. They saw their Maknae in a new light.
Jungkook carefully took the Joker card and spun his pen. What could he possibly write? Who even are they? Hooligans? Lost kids? Nah! Got no ring to it. Besides, it would probably give away that they were once lost, it would leave a clue. They want to be unknown in this game of death. An idea struck Jungkook as he hastily scribbled the words "PLAYERS".
"Good Job, Jungkook Oppa."
He pecked Kiera's cheeks and they stepped out, with all the goods, ofcourse. The wind was howling outside. Only 6 teenagers stood strong outside the old mansion. Jungkook, confidently said,
"Call me Ace, from now on Queen of Hearts."
They all chuckled. Six heads rose up confidently.
"Yeah. Call me King of Diamonds."
"The name's Queen of Diamonds."
"It's Jack of Clubs for you peasants."
"And I'm the one and only Joker."
And lastly they all said in unison,
"AND FROM TODAY ONWARDS WE ARE FREE! WE WILL NEVER LOSE!'
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Bittersweet
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