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12 | bleeding red

Itachi's eyes widened with shock when he heard that blast of the gun , and he subconsciously reached for his own gun , hidden inside his coat.
    " Don't , Itachi-san ," Chief Park whispered. " Just stay with me , okay ?"

The person who had been shot was apparently a servant , but the attacker was nowhere to be seen. Chief Park gulped , and she slowly reached out for Itachi's hand , and grasped it gently. She felt his warmth through the fabric of her gloves , and it was immensely comforting. Her eyes lingered on his watch , and she swallowed again , hard.

10:37 pm. Five minutes. 

The guests were clamoring in fear , and oddly enough, the security team were nowhere to be seen. 

Suddenly , the heavy entrance door of the hall started to rattle , as if a large group of people were furiously banging their fists against it on the other side. Everyone moved to the other side of the room , as further away from the door as possible.

Itachi and Chief Park were no exception. The raven haired male insisted on staying at the frontline , but Chief Park forcefully dragged him into the back of the crowd.

Among the shaking crowd , she saw women , children and the elderly. She pitied them immensely , but she pitied children the most.

They were so young , and didn't even understand what fate they were condemned to. But then again , death doesn't give a damn whether you are a day old or a hundred years old.

It's all down to fate. And at that moment , it was up to her to change Itachi's fate. She felt bad for the other people , but she could not save everyone. 

She wasn't even a saviour to begin with. Bravery didn't run in her veins. She didn't feel a rush of adrenaline when she saw someone in danger. She felt pity , but she never had the urge to help. She preferred to stay as a silent watcher , unseen and unknown.
And when the time came , she would escort them away to the places they deserved to be at. 

Everyone knows that grim reapers bring death , not life . Those two aspects are polar opposites , it would be foolish to expect otherwise.

After moments that felt like forever , the door finally broke off its hinges. A large troupe of masked men swarmed in , armed with various weapons. Many carried guns , rifles and machine guns. But those didn't scare her that much.
There were several of them that wielded the katana.

Instantly , she remembered the cause of Itachi's soon to be death.

Impaled by a sharp object. 

    " Itachi-san , let's get out of here ," she said in a begging tone. 
Itachi shook his head. " I can't. My brother , my parents and relatives , they're all still here. I can't just leave ."

  ' Don't be brave ,' she wanted to say. 
  ' There are certain times where you have to be selfish. You can't go on prancing around and constantly put your life on line for other people and call it a living.'

    " Itachi , it's either leave or die !" She did not even bother to use the honourifics anymore. " We're outnumbered. They are armed , Itachi. And us ? This is a goddamned ball , and people don't go to balls carrying rifles under their sleeves. We have no weapons to fight with !" 

She felt desperate tears beginning to well in her eyes. The clock was ticking. The attackers were advancing.
The hall was silent , except for the constant footsteps. Everyone was too scared to make a move.

The white masks on the attackers' faces shielded their identity , along with their emotions , making them look blank . 
And then , they began to shoot. The attackers aimed for the servants and maids that stood at the frontline , wanting to protect their masters.
Screams echoed inside the hall , and children began to bawl. The scent of blood began to waft into the air , and the walls were splattered in red.