OVER ME [ZEROBASEONE]

III.

"Oh my gash, really?" Sarcasm laced the words leaving the male's lips.

"Take me seriously, hyung!" A younger individual crossed his arms in annoyance. "It's going to be-"

"I literally don't care. Go back to your studies. Also not with that arm of yours." The older one pointed at the kid's right arm that was in a cast.

"You got no jams." The kid stormed out of the room in loud stomps.

"Ah, this child," the older one just sighed and continued on cleaning up the counter covered up with random medical products, completely unaware of another individual slowly opening their eyes.

Only did the male turn around and became aware of the new presence was when the individual sighed ever so quietly, "you're awake," he nod, acknowledging the person's presence, "didn't expect you to wake up so early. But good for you. The sooner the better." He stood himself next to the bed the person was laid on and fished something out of his pockets.

"Tell me your name." He pulled a flashlight and checked the individual's eyes.

"Fyona."

"Do you remember what happened to you?" He asked, moving the flashlight away from her.

"Ugh," she grabbed her head as a sudden rush of pain took the best of her.

"Post-blackout symptoms. Its normal." He pointed out quickly as he went to a bunch of papers and began writing some stuff.

"Ugh, I remember.." Her words trailed off as she took a while to remember what happened to her before her eyes suddenly widened.

Her hands and lips trembled as she began showing visible fear.

"Hm, interesting." The guy rose his brows and nod in approval. "You are one in hundreds to regain your memory back that fast." He wrote a bunch of notes down on his paper before chuckling. "Impressive, I must say."

The girl was in a state of panic as details of her past began filling her head an vision up. No matter how much she inhaled or exhaled, she felt like there was a hand gripping her neck, preventing her airway from functioning normally, as with every blink, a new image of her father blocked her view, putting the poor thing in a more miserable state.

"Now, now, I don't need you to panic, take a breath and..." The rest of the male's voice faded to the back of her head when her vision became blurry and her body began moving on its own.

Fyona jumped off the bed and landed on the floor because of her feet's giving up on her before she could even take her first step since god knows when. However, She was able to collect herself quick and stand up again.

"You are not planing on stepping out of that door, are you?" The guy had his arms crossed and his back leaned over the counter as he just watched in unamusement, maybe with a little thrill too as he set an expectation for her to do something he would have a good laugh about. Good thing he had his expectations reached.

The girl took a turn and dashed out of the door that was wide open just for her. she didn't need much context to know she was somewhere connected to the people who kidnapped her and killed her father.

Once stepping out, she found herself in a hallway connecting one end to the other. She ran down the hallway and to a door that had an exit sign above it. She found a few long steps of stairs and for a second she hesitated on whether should she run down to the bottom but the loud and echoey laughter from the hallway motivated her to do nothing but run for her life.

Fyona jogged down the stairs and did not waste a second until she reached an area looking like an underground parking.

She quietly ran to one of the hundreds of cars and hid behind it in case of someone suddenly appearing out of the blue. To her accurate guessing, she did hear a bunch of footsteps passing by the parked car and to the door she just left. They were easily identified as bodyguards because of the familiar suits they wore, the same ones whom interrupted fyona's and her father's little field trip.

Once the group of men jogged off to somewhere far from her, she began walking while crouching down around the parking lot, checking every car's lock in hopes of finding one car open.

She searched a bit more and found her Father's car. A single tear rolled down her cheek as memories filled her head up. She remembers the first time they rode it. It was after he got full custody of her and became her father again after years of being away from one another. He promised to never leave her side ever again and would do anything she asked from then on. If she knew their last trip to the random forest in the coast of mexico would be their last, she would have never agreed with her father to go.

Her figure began moving from one car and ran across the little open space to her Father's car. She opened the door and it opened right away. She quickly hopped in the driver's seat and searched around for a key.

When she couldn't find any, she opened the dashboard storage and found a screw driver. She took a glance at it as she remembered her Father's advice on how to turn on a car without a key.

She injected the screw driver into the ignition with all the power she could collect and twisted it, instantly turning the car on.

A wave of adrenaline filled her up and she held onto the steering wheel, ready to drive out of this hell hole, but a cold feeling hovering over her neck halted her moves.

She did not move and only extended her hand ever so slowly to the rare view and adjusted it to see what is behind her; There sat a blond guy with a knife holding her in her place, he smiled cheekily at the reflector, sending shivers down her spine.

"Your father taught you well, but apparently he did not advice you on checking the backseat before entering for 'just in cases'." His voice was deep enough to shake her heart with its bass.

Fyona, it's over.