KIDNAP [SEONGJOONG]

CHAPTER 3

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There was hardly any illumination outdoors.

A strong piercing whirl of wind whistled through the trees, leaves rustling in a pensive tune, some detaching and immediately spiralling across the dark sky. Just the wind's waltz. No other sound. The moon had veiled itself behind the gigantic clouds of the night, and hence, couldn't bless the nocturnal hours with her silver hue. It was scary and chilling, and to be out on an hour as this could welcome cruel moments. Yet, they had no choice.

The two boys ran for a few miles, piercing the chilly darkness of the night. Their footfalls echoed across the trunks of the ghostly appearances of the trees and those were probably the only sounds audible to them in the dead environment. A sprint for the next few minutes brought them to the roadside of the city, and finally, they decided for a halt.

Before taking another step, they quickly whipped their heads behind in unison and heaved a sigh of relief, as they realised that they were far away from their orphanage. No sooner did this realisation hit them, than they collapsed on the ground, then and there, heaving for breath.

"W-We m-made i-it," Yeosang whispered between his erratic, choppy breaths, as he looked at an equally exhausted Seonghwa beside him, gulping at the air around him.

"Th-Thanks t-to the weak se-security system there," Seonghwa heaved out, throat parched dry, "Oth-Otherwise....we....c-could never...." He let his tongue glide around the dryness on the insides of his cheeks and gulped down the spit that had formed in his mouth, the feeling of the fluid seeping down his dry throat making him feel ecstatic.

The boys sat there for a while by the roadside, looking at the dark, deserted vast plot of land around them. It was empty, with nothing in sight. Only the pitch black road and the vast fields beyond it, stretching miles away. It would have been perhaps- two in the morning by now. The cold was getting worser and both of them thought it would be wise to stick closer to each other. Neither had much with them, other than some essentials and dry bread. As they looked around, they didn't know what to do next.

"What now, Sangie?" Seonghwa asked, his lips quivering and teeth chattering in the cold, hands tightly wrapped around his knees, close to his chest.

"I-I," Yeosang stammered, the cold not letting him speak, "I-Initially I-I thought I would give you the address t-to my uncle's house. Th-They have a farm and they usually hire y-young lads to look after it. Bu-But as you dragged me alone, I can't go there-"

"Wh-Why?" Seonghwa asked, eyebrows creased in confusion, quickly realising how little he knew about his young friend.

"Err...I don't l-like them..." Yeosang replied, fidgeting with the hem of his coat, a mixture of vivid sadness and pain striking a melancholic chord in his voice.

"You-You've got relatives, Sangie," Seonghwa blurted out in surprise, completely unaware of this fact, "And-And you know where they are! You've got a family. And-And you're saying y-you don't like them?"

Yeosang gave him a half hearted smile, and then began to explain, "M-My mother died when I was born. After that, my father remarried and sent me off to my mother's place as he didn't want the 'ki-kid of his first wife' to hinder his new life. M-My maternal relatives were never good to me, as they thought I-I was reason of my mother's death, which, kind of, I was. They were really cruel- like- really cruel. One day, I ran away from there and...ye-yeah...here I am," Yeosang's eyes were already glassy with tears.

Seonghwa went speechless, eyes casted at his own feet. He didn't know what to say now. "I'm so-so sorry Sangie. I didn't know-"

"It's okay...I'm fine...."

"Sangie," Seonghwa turned to face him and spoke, taking those small hands in his own. Even in the darkness, Yeosang could view his face gleaming with love, and he instantly melted at the sight, "I'm always th-there for you. You know what, I'm never leaving you, no matter what. T-Till the end, we're gonna be together. You're after all my only family, little SangSang!"

"Don't call me that! Ughh!"

"Awww why not? Baby SangSang~" Seonghwa teased, as he saw the younger's smile widen and soon, Yeosang launched himself at the older and started tickling his sides like an immediate form of attack. As the boys rolled on the dust and Seonghwa's merry laugh pierced the silence of the night, he felt glad to make Yeosang happy.

"Alright! Alright! Alright!" Seonghwa blurted out almost screaming, yet laughing, as Yeosang got off him and let him sit up, "Enough tickling! S-So-," he looked around in the darkness, " Where do we go now?"

"Maybe head towards the city?" Yeosang suggested, "We can get work there, you know."

"But how?"

"We'll think about that later," Yeosang replied, dusting off his coat and collecting his belongings "Let's go. We still have miles to walk to get in order to get to the city."

"Mm."

The boys got up and behan to walk once again. The cold breeze cut across their faces like knives, yet they didn't stop. As they were walking through the darkness without a soul around, a sudden eerie feeling within their vicinity caught their attention. At first they ignored it. But then it started creeping up their backs, sending shivers down their spines at the worst thoughts that could come to them. Neither could make out the meaning of this feeling. It was complex. They turned and looked behind their backs a couple of times, but there was no one.

Needless to mention, they were scared.

What was this? This feeling of fear? This feeling of distrust? This feeling of being followed?

"Sang, do you think someone is following-"

And then it happened so quickly.

A heavy chunk of metal landed on the younger boy's head, knocking him unconscious within moments. Seonghwa froze in his place. Before he  could utter a syllable, a piece of cloth was swiftly placed over his mouth and his hands were firmly held by someone really strong to keep him in place. The sickening stench of chloroform attacked his respiratory system and numbed his senses.

The last thing he saw before he went unconscious blocked all his thinking senses and gave him chills.

The face of the attacker.

Not a face.

A mask.

The Masked Man.

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