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25. Death pt2

in my ✨villain arc✨ 😈🤪😗✌️ (this is a joke)

😐😐😐 (me rn, i totally don't enjoy this)

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All memories temporarily pushed out of her head, and full mobility reinstated, YN lunged with the knife in her hand, and cut off the hand of the man who was withdrawing his knife from Johan.

The man let out a blood curdling scream that silenced the entire room. YN might have joined if she wasn't preoccupied at the moment. She caught Johan as he fell to the ground, leaning him against his shoulder. There was a wild, untamed look in her eyes as she fiercely swung the knife around. No one dared approach her after what had just transpired. While her body once again acted on its own, YN's mind was racing. How did they get out of there alive, and fast enough to get Johan medical help? YN still had her phone. Knife in right hand, she reached for her phone with her left, while still supporting Johan. She had the advantage of surprise after cutting off that man's hand, which she herself still hadn't processed. Johan grabbed her wrist with inhuman strength.

"No police." he whispered with a ragged cough..

YN didn't have time to argue. Blood was spilling out, staining their clothes and making YN's fingers slippery as yanked her phone out of her pocket. She hit the record button, and plastered a scared look on her face.

"Guys help! We're stuck in this karaoke place in Gangbuk and these gangsters won't let us leave alive!" She shouted to the phone. YN quickly reversed the camera and swept the room capturing the surprised faces of the villains. "Johan just got stabbed! I think these guys deal in human trafficking. There's blood, cages, and weapons. A woman just ran out screaming when these gangsters were cornering us." That part wasn't true luckily, there hadn't been any other people and therefore no hostages, but bullshit bullshit bullshit. Vital skills for any individual, especially ones in her position. The shocked and angry looks of the various villains would have been comical if Johan's ever draining blood wasn't creating a warm spot on her back. "Please help!" she yelled finally, ever aware of Johan's draining blood. She ended the recording, immediately dropping her frightened facade.

"Get out of the way." She said aggressively shifting Johan to a piggy back position, which was nearly impossible considering he was almost a foot taller than her. "Hold on." She murmured to him. Johan, who was only conscious, did his best to tighten his grip around her shoulders and waist. YN raised the knife in her right hand. Her left hand was prepared to push a button on the phone.

"That was a nice show girly, but you aren't going to get out fast enough to show that to anyone."

YN laughed, shocking the room. "Are YOU sure you could handle the repercussions of killing me? ME, the ace of Big Deal, one of the founders of Hostel, one who managed to scar the White Ghost?" The Ace of Big Deal. That's what the memory had been about. But she didn't have time to think of it now, random words poured from her mouth. "If I die now, that might seem like the end of it! I'm part of the XJ company you know," she bragged. "Over 500 million subscribers that will see this video the moment I click this publish button. The Americans might even see it with their guns." The motions felt familiar, like she had done all of this before. It must have been from the memory. "Let's not do this," YN finished with a confident smirk. "You will leave Seoul and take your business out, or you will forcibly be removed and arrested. Your choice really."

Cowards. All of them, YN thought fiercely as the gangster's mumbled amongst themselves and cleared a path as she backed out. She smiled again. "One tap," she reminded cheerfully. Finally, having the opportunity to leave, YN sprinted out. A good distance away, she stumbled, and nearly tripped. YN's limbs were trembling, she wouldn't be able to hold Johan for much longer, much less run him somewhere. She glimpsed an old model car nearby. Ugh dammit, I didn't want to have to do this. YN thought. But Johan was losing blood and consciousness, and she didn't know how long an ambulance would take. She set him down on the pavement and started ripping his shirt.