Entangled

Chapter 2

Park Joong-Gil's Point of View

"His location shows that he's nearby," one of my workers handed me the tablet. I zoomed in on his marker that indicated his whereabouts. "He should be here any minute now. He was attacked by other low-life criminals, yes?" She nodded, "they seemed to have been after the money he had recently obtained through gambling."

Soon enough, a limping man, struggling to keep up, appeared in my line of sight. He hastily looked behind his back to check if the crime syndicates were still chasing him. His terror-stricken face paled further upon seeing the knives they were carrying. He hurled the duffle bag he was clinging to for life, into the ocean. The thugs stared in shock as the money made its way across the bridge's railing and charged at him.

The man resembled the appearance of one who has accepted his fate for his feet refused to move. He stared up at the sky, uttering his final goodbyes, and let the blow of their weapons hit him. He cried in pain as they pummeled him to the ground and the knife penetrated his skin. His senses, later on, kicked in as his mind caught up with his body and he began begging.

I rolled my eyes and signaled my team to prepare themselves in escorting his soul. The gambler was dying and there was no denying it. It was only a matter of time before his spirit would exit the body it was attached to. His prayers made me heave out an exhausted sigh as I wondered when his sobbing would come to an end. If only he accepted that there was no guardian angel who would come in and save him, it'd spare me from the inducing migraine I have.

"HEY! WAIT!" a feminine voice cried out, interrupting my train of thoughts. Her yelling chased the criminals away as the man collapsed, his body admitting defeat to the pain. The thread he was hanging onto for life, at last tore. The petite woman stumbled across him and bent down to wrap her scarf around his wound.

"Who is she?" my gaze fixated on the strange female ushering reassurances to the gambler. My colleagues locked eyes, equally puzzled by her appearance. "Shouldn't we be doing something to stop her, sir?" one of them voiced out their concerns.

We should.

He needs to die.

I need to stop her.

But, why can I not muster up the strength to move?

Numerous thoughts ran through my head as I watched her work skillfully around the man's injury. She had to have been a doctor with the way she stitched up his cut with ease. I was skeptical. Most people would've fleed at the sight of a gang fight. Why didn't she?

I shook my head, ridding myself of these absurd questions. She is a mere civilian who is interfering with my work and I need to put an end to this. I snapped to my senses as I noticed her tapping away hurriedly on her phone, unquestionably calling for an ambulance.

Enough is enough.

I teleported right in front of her, exploiting my powers, and grabbed her wrist. The sudden movement caused the phone to fall onto the pavement and shatter. Her jaw dropped slightly at the sight of her crushed belonging. She whipped her head to face me with exasperation in her eyes.

"What do you think you're doing?" I inquired, my voice exuding power. I smirked inwardly, predicting her fear to rise to the surface. My confusion grew as she let out a laugh. "What I think I'm doing? What do YOU think you're doing?"

I tilted my head with my eyebrows furrowed as her words registered in my mind. I masked my shock with a poker expression upon hearing her argue back. I gestured my associates to step away from the man as the strange woman called out to me.