The Not-So-Cliche Cinderella Story (A VIXX FanFic) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 7

=Gina P.O.V=

Walking around the streets of Seoul during the nighttime was a beautiful sight. I couldn't help but look at the life that was all around me. People going to nightclubs, coffee shops filled with late night customers, tall buildings with their sparkling lights. It was as if the city itself was pulsing with energy.

But instead of pulsing with energy, I was pulsing off of fear and adrenaline. My reflexes had been sluggish today, because I was sleeping on cold hard ground. I didn't understand it at first, but I later realized it was because there was no bedding I was sleeping on for the last half of my life.

I was just lucky this whole time.

I left the safety of VIXX's dorm about three days ago, resuming back to my old lifestyle. You know this by now, right? Although they were kind enough to take me in and take care of me, I was a little uncomfortable with the fact that there were people looking after my well being.

I just wasn't used to it.

Sighing and kicking at a stray plastic bag, I turned into an abandoned alleyway to find a place to sleep in for the night. I already missed the warmth of Hongbin's bed and the homey feeling of the dorm, but I couldn't go back and face them again.

Especially after I ran off after they left. They must be a little more than upset with me now. I would be too ashamed to do that, even though they were wonderful people. Now that I reflected back on it, it seemed a little selfish for me to do that.

But I wouldn't be able to go out or anything if VIXX were in the dorm, too.

Stopping next to a large dumpster bin full of leftovers from a resturaunt, I leaned on it and sank to my feet. I was tired, confused and I needed a nap. My normally sharp senses were too sluggish to pick up what was going to happen next.

I was almost off to Dreamland when I was picked up roughly by the scruff of my neck. I forced my eyes to shoot open, but they lazily opened up instead, making me look like a drunk. The masked man in front of me tutted in amusement, his blue eyes blazing with carnal desire to kill.

It was the first time in my life that I was truly scared. Those eyes had seemed familiar, but they were also vague too. But I didn't think about it at that moment in time.

All I thought about was how to escape from them. Those men that had been chasing me for my whole life. Now they had caught me, and we all knew I was a trapped animal in a cage.

"Didn't think I would be meeting you here, little girl." He growled, half-amused half-taunting. I wanted to kick him in the place where it hurt the most. Seeing the automatic pistol in his holster made me think twice about it; I was already going to die, why make it quicker?

The pain in my neck became increasingly sharper and more concentrated in the back near my spinal cord. These guys were having too much fun with me; I mean, who kills people for a sport? That is pretty messed up.

The masked assassin walked up to me in heavy steps and I could tell he hadn't washed in days; his body ranked with bad body odor and his skin was very grimy. I involuntarily scrunched up my nose. The man noticed it and brought his face closer to mine, and I could smell cigarettes and bad breath.

Talk about bad hygiene.

"Still the same pampered princess from eight years ago, huh?" He snarled, acid coating his voice. The man seemed to have garnered an intense hatred for me, and he barely even knew me. I just assumed that he was an assassin hired by my aunts and uncles.

"What are you talking about?" I spoke with a dangerously calm tone. I didn't want to take crap from anyone, even if this guy was beating around the bush on purpose. He knew something I didn't know, and it was bugging me. He whirled around and shot me a cold glare, his blue eyes flashing with rage.