They found me.

Chapter 4

"Why did you make friends with a rodent?"       -     Y/ n (spoken)

Before they could reach me, I smirked wider, closed my eyes and pulled the trigger.

A loud bang echoed through the alleyway. I heard Jiwon screaming as I dropped to the floor, lifeless. I had practised this stunt so many times it felt normal. Of course I'm not really gonna kill myself. The gun I took with me was a trick gun. I only realised after I had already taken it out of the mansion, so I had to improvise a little bit. But thankfully, I know how to act like I was just shot.

I could feel tiny hands gripping me desperately, shaking me roughly in an attempt to wake me up from death. That must be Jiwon. Poor child, exposed to this so young. I'll have a hard job calming him down after this.

I heard footsteps approaching me. I remained still, silent, limp, dead-looking. All of a sudden, a voice spoke. A really deep voice, might I add.

 "Should I check her pulse?" He said after everyone had had a while of staring at my body in disbelief, shock and horror. They must have nodded at him, because he continued to come closer to me. I let him bend right down and put his finger on my neck, checking my pulse.

 "Guys, she's not-" I didn't let him finish this sentence, as I jumped up and kicked his gun out of his hands, catching it smoothly and cocking it. The boys looked shocked again. Jiwon clutched onto my shirt tightly, probably scared that I would "die" again. But as I looked at the men, I noticed something that made my stomach drop. There were only seven of them. 

All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my arm. I looked down at it, and saw a huge needle sticking out from my fore-arm. The eighth man was the one who injected it into me. He was standing behind me, arms out, ready to catch me. Joke's on him, cause I'm not giving in to any drug.

My eyes started closing on me, and I felt very weak. It was getting hard to stand. I looked over at Jiwon to see he was already on the floor, out cold. Whoever this man is that drugged my baby brother, he's in for it. I yawned, and my arms flopped to my sides, causing the gun to go clattering to the floor. 

A sense of immense tiredness completely overwhelmed me and I flopped backwards, into the arms of the drug man. He immediately threw me over his shoulder and started walking with the rest of them. He had a firm grip on my legs that were hanging over his right shoulder so that I didn't fall. I tried my absolute best not to let my eyes close, but it was actually impossible. In a matter of seconds I was out.

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I opened my eyes, but it didn't seem to make a difference. All I was was pitch black. My head started throbbing, but when I went to massage my temples, I couldn't. I soon realised this was because my hands were tied tightly behind my back. I also realised that I was on a wooden chair, my hands and feet bothed binded together. It's giving Wednesday Addams.

I gave my eyes some time to adjust, all the while remaining alert and vigilent. Never let your guard down, especially when you can't see your surroundings. I waited for around ten minutes, but still, I couldn't see anything at all. I decided to feel instead.

I tapped my foot against the floor. Concrete. I wound my hands around the thing tieing my hands together. Rope. I sniffed the air. It smelt like dark, damp despair. Lovely. Then I started thinking to myself, isn't weird that I haven't really questioned where I am and how I got here? That is my usual go-to whenever I get kidnapped, so it was quite odd that I wa and thinking my usual thoughts.