One Task

01: Hound

Darkness, could describe the place a tall man in a suit was standing on to, he is known as Park Kun Woo. Dark clouds blocking the source of light, the stars and the moon. A street where he was just walking alone earlier and minding his own business, but it was all interrupted by someone.

It was frightening. There was no lamps, houses nearby with lights on. Kunwoo could only curse himself internally for deciding to walk by here. Could of just taken the vehicle to go home, he thought.

He was taking cautious, knowing that he couldn't let his guard down. Sensing a very dangerous aura, of course he has to. He have a family waiting for him at home, and a close friend he's been working with years by now.

He was smart enough to already contact and send his current location to his colleagues. Had to make sure his follower ain't getting away.

Also aware of the news that someone strikes at night in dark streets, aiming for money. That damned thing... money. Why is everyone obsessed with it to the extent that they'll harm someone for it.

"Show yourself," The tall guy commanded, but received silence. A sigh and few cuss words escaped past his lips knowing that this won't be easy.

Hearing a hum, Kunwoo turned to the direction swiftly, "Tough aren't you, big guy?" Right after it finished, the man felt a sudden object or fist hit his lower chest part. A liver shot.

Followed by a back kick to the chin that caused the tall guy to stumble on his feet. He was terrified, not only he couldn't see his attacker, but also by how the blows hurts so much.

He has been a guard with a well built body for years, and this is the first time he has gotten a hard strike that penetrated his scale like skin and muscle.

A leg swooped his own, resulting for him to fall down on the ground with a loud thud. Kunwoo felt blessed a little that the night sky lit up the surroundings a little. The clouds completely slowly swayed away from the moon.

He forced to push himself to stand up on his knee and as he finished with that, he couldn't feel his wallet in his pocket anymore. He hopelessly looked around on circles with an irritated and frustrated look by the previous action.

"Damn it. Aren't you one money deprived fool, eh?"

Those words were blurted out right off his mouth, and he didn't even have the chance to process them. It was on pure impulse. Any person who has been robbed would probably say the same thing out of frustration.

Hearing a growl of anger behind him, the man took his chance to swing. A scream of agony escaped his vocal chords when his hard felt like it hit a hard object. Unbeknownst to him, that it just only collided with the attacker's forearm.

Kunwoo's arm limped, falling down its own self as he couldn't bring himself to raise it. A high-pitched screech, ringing like sound filled up his ears got him baffled. What the hell just happened?

There was nothing he could hear except those dreadful sounds, and at the same time those sounds stays in his eardrums, he felt a struck of pain on multiple part of his huge body.

Vision clouding slowly, strength getting drained as he got rained by consecutive punches and kicks. It penetrated all of his muscles and tough build.

The sound disturbing sound from earlier came again, as he fell down on the wicked road like a tree getting cut in the forest. He couldn't do nothing, fighting back would hurt him more.

"You should watch your words!" The attacker screamed in anger and frustration, continuing his ravenous attacks.

The tall guy raised his hand in defense, he gave up his forearm just to cover his face. Kunwoo didn't know why the mysterious guy fumed when he mentioned the money, but he isn't dumb enough to have a tiny bit of clue, especially when the attacker put up another statement.

"You have no right to talk since you're privileged and could provide to your family easily!" Blows after blows, it was unstoppable. Few grunts of torment came out of Kunwoo's mouth, pain after pain rushed to his system.

It hits him, as long as the concept of rich and poor exist, people like the one breaking his face will continue to pop out of nowhere.

He strained himself to look on the person on top of him, "What- made you... want money so- bad, huh?!" Kunwoo succeeded to let out between the grunts and groans he was giving out.

Blood started to drip down from his nose, the skin in his cheek damaged by the rings the assailant was wearing. Red substance continues to cover half of his face, as the sleeve of his suit shattered slowly.

He couldn't feel anything anymore, but pain. The predator sent several attacks on his arms, torso, leg, face. As if he wanted to crack Kunwoo's skull and finish him off, it brought a massive stress and uneasiness to his prey.

Everything continued without a break or a stop. A right swing that has far greater force and impact than the previous ones resulted for Kunwoo's defense to falter. What surprised him next is that the figure halted his attacks,

"If only the world wasn't so cruel to let my little sister go through that as a child things would've been different..." He heard his predator muttered some words before reaching out for his pocket.

"Now, time for mur-der!!" Laugh erupted from him, the way he stands clearly shows how twisted his mind is. Back arched, as his arms sways down back and forth while he stood. He continued to laugh like a maniac like it could bring deafness to Kunwoo. A knife on the left hand and a gun on the right.

Now that the moon lit up his figure, Kunwoo could see parts of his appearance. Hands riddled with tattoo, the same goes for the neck, a bit on the forehead. Wearing a black baggy pants on the bottom and black loose long sleeve on top.

That sharp eyes is enough to cause cold ran down Kunwoo's nervous system.

Kunwoo turned motionless, all he could do was just kneel down with blood covering his face and arms. Helplessly, staring up at the hound he was facing, all he could do was pray for someone to step up and save him.

Soon it died down, a few wheeze followed as he turned to the terrified man in front of him which is Kunwoo, "Choose one, I'll end your life using it."

Kunwoo's silence left him infuriated. His hands acted on impulse, as it pushed the revolver aiming right at the big man's head. The muzzle touching his skin, while the gunman's finger was on the trigger, ready to pop him any second.

The moment the metal touched his forehead, Kunwoo snapped out and then freaked out, a gun currently pointed at his head waiting for its signal to fire. He realized that this may be his end.

"P-Please don't! I'm truly sorry!" He pleaded but wasn't enough to faze the brute holding him at gunpoint, "I-I can recommend you a job! You c-can earn money!"

A sharp sigh left the gunman's lips, annoyance was evident by the look on his expression, "If only it was that easy back then, then I wouldn't be pointing this thing at you."

Disregarding everything Kunwoo has to say, the unknown guy prepared to pull the trigger. His hand slowly aimed right at the begging man, while his fingers brushed the trigger making him feel the cold metal.

"This'll shut you up for sure."

BANG!