Blaze

To Save You

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Kris felt his fingers graze off her face reluctantly and suppressed a groan at the interruption.

"I'll go see who it is," Kris told before getting up.

Stopping in front of the peephole at the door he looked through it before spotting two men standing outside. He frowned slightly confused. They shouldn't be getting any visitors and no one ever bothered a stranger in a hotel.

Then he watched the man at the front turn to talk to the man behind him before hiding a gun in his jacket. This was bad, bad, bad.

Turning around from the door abruptly he glanced around for a window. They were on the fourth floor and hopefully not too high up from the ground.

"What?" Namjoo asked getting to her feet. "Who is it?"

"We have to get out of here."

"What? Why?"

Kris pulled the inside window up and fought to pull apart the screen before poking his head out. They were too high up. Namjoo wouldn't be able to jump in her condition nonetheless run.

"Do you have your gun?" Kris asked.

Namjoo seemed to think before replying, "Tao has it."

"What!?" he exclaimed before poking his head out the window again. "Can you jump out?"

Namjoo shot him an absurd stare before hobbling over to stare out the window, "No!"

The knock at the door made the two of them turn again.

"Who is out there!?"

"I don't know who they are," Kris answered quickly. "But seeing as they have a gun, I don't think their intentions are good."

"W...what!?"

Kris started pacing while trying to think of an escape plan, but it was too late. The door was kicked open and it slammed against the wall noisily before the two men entered.

"There's two of them," the man at the front commented. "I thought we were told there was only the girl left."

Grabbing Namjoo's arm he pulled her behind him, "Who are you?"

"Then lets get rid of him first." The man behind smiled before kicking the door shut.

Without warning the man grabbed Kris' collar before shoving him against the wall and punched him.

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Namjoo took a step back when the man approached her and very nearly almost tripped over her weakened ankle. Her fists weren't enough to fight him alone.

He grabbed her shoulders and took a folded handkerchief from his pocket before throwing her down onto the bed. She tried to kick him off until she felt pain shoot up from her fractured ankle. A painful cry shot out of her lips before she felt him try to smother her with the strange smelling handkerchief.

Namjoo tried to push his hand away with hers, but felt him grab onto her wrist to stop her fight. Useless with only one hand now she resorted to twisting her head every which way to avoid the touch of the handkerchief.

She hated being weak and helpless.

Reaching her hand around she felt for the cord of the bedside lamp and felt an idea spark in her mind. Tugging at the cord to bring the lamp closer she quickly wrapped her fingers around the lamp before bringing it over to smash into the man's head.

Caught by the surprise she felt him fall to the side, the handkerchief falling beside her. Finally relieved she gulped in a deep breath. Then with a cough she clumsily rolled off the bed only to land on the floor.