KIDNAP [SEONGJOONG]

CHAPTER 6

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It was night. A clock at the town square indicated that it was past one to be exact, the continuous ringing temporarily breaking the monotony of the surroundings. Dark clouds enveloped the sky, as trees at the avenue swayed in an erratic motion, making simultaneous rustling noises of the leaves, indicating the anticipation of an upcoming storm. No soul was in sight, and in that lightless area, the entire town looked like the valley of the dead, gloomy, cold and silent.

A man walked down the dark paths of the deserted market square, his footfalls introducing some noise in the otherwise barren environment. He was in slight hurry, as he strode down the path, the cold wind wheezing past his self, whipping his long overcoat backwards. He turned swiftly around all the bents and soon entered a dark street. He didn't stop and neither was there any resistance to significantly restrict his motion.

Hands deep into his pocket, completely attired in black and face veiled beneath a mask, a description that could easily make anyone's blood run cold, especially those who domiciled in that cursed town.

Soon, he arrived at his destination. A small, shabby house, slightly squeezed between two huge buildings. The house was almost pushed inwards and it was so dark there, that if someone wasn't sure about it's exact address, no one would be able to realise that there really existed a residence between the two skyscrapers. The man stood in front of it for a while, and then quickly opened the small rusty gate and walked inside.

He went up to the door, and just with a slight push, it opened. The door wasn't locked. Gladly, the man stepped in and shut the door securely after him. But before he could take another step across the threshold, something cold and sharp touched his throat, threatening his venturing indoors.

"Who are you-"

"Seriously?" The man grumbled, grabbing the hand that held the knife to his throat, and turned back in order to face the owner of the hand. He looked thoroughly disappointed.

"Calm down Raven, it's me, Mask!"

"Mask? Oh! You dipshit," The other man sighed, quickly putting the knife down, "Come in!"

"Seriously Rav," grumbled the masked man, as he followed the taller man into the house, "Couldn't recognize me, huh?"

"Dude, it was so dark there, okay?" retorted the other man, "Moreover, you entered without ringing the bell? How will I know whether it's not some intruder-"

"Okay. Understood. Now let's go!"

The two men walked indoors to another room, which wasn't very illuminated either. A few furnitures lay scattered, a little lamp glowing on a table and the rest of the illumination was introduced by the fire cracking at the fireplace. The men sat down on two chairs, facing each other. The storm outside had already taken it's speed, and the rough whistling of the restless winds rattled the glass panes of the house.

"Here," the man brought forward a small thing, as he placed it on the palm of the masked one. He then took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. After taking one satisfactory long puff, he looked back at the other occupant of the room.

"You sure everything's here, Rav?" The man asked, doubt mingled in his voice.

"Yep! But I don't think it'll be very much," The man took another long puff, and started making smoke rings in the air, "Also stop calling me Rav all the time. No one's here right now. Just call me by my name. I'll too call you by your na-"