𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙎 || TWICE FF

CHAPTER 15

3RD POV

- on another floor

Dahyun knelt down and picked up a bottle of wine that was lying on the floor. Standing up, she stealthily approached a boy, her movements cat-like and silent.

The boy noticed her too late, and as he pointed his gun at her and shot, she kicked his hand, sending the bullet astray.

The guy then grabbed her by the collar and slammed her against the nearest shelf.

Dahyun quickly turned her head to the side, snatching another bottle of wine from the rack. She swung it at him, but he blocked it with his forearms, then aimed a punch at her face.

She dodged it just in time, countering with a swift, forceful stab of the bottle into his head. He crumpled to his knees, groaning in pain.

Another man appeared, throwing a wild punch at Dahyun. She ducked and responded with two quick hits from the bottle, one to his head and another to his abdomen.

The first guy, now on his knees, struggled to his feet and tried to tackle her from behind. Dahyun reacted instinctively, delivering a powerful back kick that made him stumble.

Three men were now closing in on her, one directly in front and the other two flanking her sides. With fierce determination, the black-haired girl swung the bottle repeatedly, aiming for their heads.

smack

smack

smack

smack

'It's like playing the drums,' she thought, the rhythm of her strikes almost musical in her mind.

The three men fell to the ground in a heap. Seizing the opportunity, Dahyun dashed towards the hole in the wall, slipping through it and escaping the chaotic scene.

-

A shrill whistle pierced the otherwise silent night breeze, drawing Dahyun's attention. The source of the sound was a man hurriedly loading bags into the open back of a beat-up truck.

As he grabbed the last bag, its haphazardly closed zipper slipped open slightly, allowing a shiny object inside to catch the moonlight and momentarily blind him.

Curious, he bent down and fished the object out of the bag. It was a vintage Rolex, an old-fashioned beauty with a small tag dangling from it.

"268. Lot numbered. Avengers compound."

He scrutinized the watch, his eyes widening with recognition. "The watch. I found it—"

Grrr

A menacing growl from behind cut him off, and before he could even turn around, he felt a sharp pain as something clamped down hard on his ankle and started yanking him backward.

"Hey!" he yelled, looking down in alarm at his leg.

A Golden Retriever had latched onto him, its teeth sinking deeper into his flesh with each passing second. The force of the dog's pull toppled him sideways onto the wet ground, mud splashing up as he fell, the dog's grip only growing stronger.