Technological Terror | kim sunwoo

Chapter 8

I was catapulted brutally in contact with the irregular, hard and cold concrete wall. A yelp escaped my lips as I caressed my shoulder, looking in aggression at the man whom dared to lay his fingers on me. "I like you already, I'll deal with you later." He said with a sly grin, attaching my chin to his fingers with an inclined back before abandoning me with his guard in the room, I scowled, watching his figure disappear, closing the door behind him. The girl I was left with had parmesean short hair, she held a knife in her hand, playing with it. A sharp look was displayed on her face, I didn't even part my lips to talk yet she spoke. "Listen, I'm not going to deal with you if you try anything. I'm going to kill you on spot, I suggest you go with how the things are for now." She elaborated, pointing her knife at me from afar. I scoffed, hugging my knees and deattaching my gaze from her.

"Food, good gun supply, what else?" The man asked, his back facing Sunwoo. "I haven't stayed for long, but you'll find more, surely." Sunwoo explained, his voice was hoarse and croaky. His gaze was pointed towards his legs, his wrists stung from the friction the rope created against his skin. "What's the exact street name?" The man asked, placing his hands on the oak wooden table. "I'm not going to tell you." Sunwoo looked up, his eyes were hooded by his messy bangs. The man began beaming. "Her life is on the line, so is yours. Don't play any games with me." He attempted to maintain his attitude, trying to get Sunwoo to talk. "If you kill us, you won't be able to get what you want. Especially when that place is stuffed with supplies. Even if you try to search, you won't find it among thousands of apartments. Aside from the fact that droids are roaming the area of course." Sunwoo explained calmly, maintaining an attitude. "I'm going to slit your girlfriend's throat infront of you." The man muttered, Sunwoo gurgled out a glob of spit, which landed on the man's face. He disgustingly wiped it off, skimming his fingers along his face. He aimed his fist for Sunwoo's stomach, to which Sunwoo groaned at.

"What's your deal.."

"He wasn't always like this, was he?" I asked, my chin buried in my knees, the girl infront of me discarded my question yet her expression seemed to soften for a moment. It wasn't until two minutes she began speaking. "He wasn't. Everyone that follows him owes him, he saved each one of us in a way or another. No one dares to speak against his decisions for a reason." She continued, maintaining the same sharp look. Her leg was pinned to the wall, supporting her weight. "What exactly do you owe him? Is that why you guys are practically servants to him?" I asked, extending my legs infront of me. "You talk too much." She stated, shooting daggers at me with her ferocious aura.

"Street 1486?" The man asked, checking the blue tinted digital map which was displayed infront of them. "I can't remember if it was street 1486 or 1734, maybe if I give the apartment number I might remember?" Sunwoo cited, attempting to stall. The man was looking with frustration on the digital map, swiping left and right. Whilst he did that, Sunwoo attempted freeing himself with the use of the sharp part of his plug, the shard poked out. "I'm beginning to lose my patience here, what was the apartment number?!" He asked once again, slamming the table, which shook under his fists. His expression was painted with rage. Sunwoo sensed his hands moving freely. "I don't remember." Sunwoo snickered, giving an illusion that he was still tied. "You don't remember, huh?" The man mumbled, checking his machete out. "I'll make you remember."

"You don't like him, none of you do." I said, my hand swaying on my knee from side to side. "We don't like you either." She said, a look wasn't given to me. "I don't care." I tilted my head, closing my eyes for mere seconds, silencing setting in the atmosphere, until I opened my mouth to speak."I need to use the bathroom." I demanded abruptly, she scoffed, turning her head at me. "What kind of person do you think I am to fall for this?" She put her foot on the floor, gripping strongly on her knife. "I'll pee on the floor if you'd like." I said with my eyes closed, she sighed, averting her gaze the other way. "Get up." She commanded, I obeyed. "See this knife?" She asked, before directing it on my neck from behind me. "It won't leave your neck, even while you're doing your business." She specified, I felt a tad bit nervous, but I proceeded. "I feel pity for you and your friends." Were the last words I said before hitting her chest fiercely with my elbow. She was taken aback, stumbling, she threw a punch at my collarbone, to which I yelped at. I pinned her to the wall, she began groaning, gritting her teeth while attempting to pierce the knife through my neck. I nibbled on my lower lip, before bumping her head to the wall using my wrist. She sensed shock taking over her, as she swayed from side to side. I snatched the knife from her hand, kicking her head for one last time after mumbling an apology.

"I'm going to slice your stomach open and paint your girlfriend with your guts." The mad man cited, whilst he tried resisting against Sunwoo's grip, whom he was atop of. Sunwoo kicked his back, rolling swiftly to get on top of him. "You'd wish you've held your tongue." Sunwoo muttered with a raspy voice, pressing with all of his might onto the machete. The man kicked Sunwoo over, tossing Sunwoo the other way. Sunwoo rapidly began standing up, scanning his surroundings only to be met with his old melee weapon. The man hurried to land his machete on Sunwoo, yet it clanged with his pipe. Sunwoo pressed his teeth against eachother, resisting the pressure. He landed his foot with full for on his leg, knocking him out on the floor.

I hastily dashed through the halls, as my ear caught a few voices. My heart began beating fast, I was anxious at the thought of getting caught.

A certain room had been brought to my attention, a silhouette of a man which resembled Sunwoo could be seen continuously landing smashes on a person, the shadows were casted on a blue light, with the door cracked open. I widened my eyes, viewing the scene in both fright and shock. The knife in my hand had a tight grip on it, I laggardly approached the door, the hits were paused. I was startled when the door suddenly swung open, but relieved when I saw Sunwoo in my view. His clothes had blood splatters on them, the crimson blood painted some of the darkened leather parts of his attire. I immediately enveloped his body in a hug, he enthusiastically hugged me tighter, swaying me as he did so. "He didn't harm you, did he? Who hurt you?" He asked, speaking with somewhat of a clutter. I was bombarded with questions. I implaced my hand on his cheek, caressing it with my thumb. He melted to the touch instantaneously. "I'm alright, don't worry about me. We should leave now, we'll have time for this later." I whispered, he nodded in agreement.

"And going where?"