Rainy nights (Kim Namjoon fan fic)

Chapter Sixteen: Part One

Clara's POV
By the time Kayden caught up and found me in the alley where Blood had left me, I had lost a lot of blood. And by the time the ambulance had arrived, I could already tell I was a couple of pints away from bleeding out, and as they loaded me into the medical car, I blacked out.

It was hard to breath. It was even harder to think about everything that had happened in the last few days when I could barely even hold on to who I was. I knew exactly what was happening, but at the same time I couldn't recall. I suffered to grasp tight into my reminder of consciousness. Especially since there was no doubt I was in a coma.

If I was right, I had only been out for about two days, and once again if I was right, I would be put in a few more. The key was to hold on to who I was, but holding onto life and who I was was a lot harder now than the first time. The first time I had thought I would wake up to find my family still alive just like me, I had a reason to live. Now my only reason to live is nothing. I couldn't live for love, I don't have that. I couldn't live for family, Kayden is the closest I have and he would be better off without having to be my babysitter all the time. The only thing there really was was Blood. If she was here it was for a reason, and she wanted me for something. She wanted it so bad that when I didn't give it to her she didn't kill me. True she put me in a coma, but that's Blood's method. Fear.

She wants me afraid. Little does she know that I'm just pissed. The b**ch probably got blood on my favorite sweatpants. Who does that? That is just evil, honestly! They were my pizza and Netflix pants. Now I'm going to have to get new ones.

I sighed with in my own subconscious. I should have seen this coming, even after silence for so many years, I should have seen it coming. I should has seen her coming. She was always a killer. A true killer. A murderer. The only one who could kill with a smile.

That was something I remembered clearly from my past...

... The rain poured down on the land. The sirens and alarms from the building still rung loud. I had been disarmed of my knives, but I still held my sword in one hand and was in a constant straight of throwing my hatchet only to retrieve later. I was struggled to balance three men with different weapons while I only possessed my sword. I was fast, and I was strong, and I was much stronger than them, but it was enough.

Before I knew it they had pinned me face down into the mud. The rain was falling so hard that it caused the liquified dirt back into my face, but the weather was the least of my concern. The men we ripping open the back of me shirt. Then they began to whip me.

The sound of my first scream stopped the battle.

Two of them men raised me to my feet; we were looking over the bloodied and beaten mess of their men, and my friends. I locked eye contact with Daniel Haven. His spear was long broken and now he was alternating between his machete for close contact and his Nine Millimeter for anyone about to hurt a friend.

Before I knew what was happening my back had become a sketching pad; their knives were the pen. My yell was not a scream of pain, I had long given up on screaming out of my own pain. Instead I screamed for forgiveness. A plea with my God that he forgive me. I yelled so that my voice could actually be heard in heaven, because I was in the deepest depths of hell.

I gripped right to the men holding me up before pushing myself harshly back into the blade in my back. The artist let go of the blade out of sudden shock, and the others lessened their grips just enough for me to spin out of their grasp.

I stumbled back, diving into the mud again for my sword. I turned around quickly and dove for the artist. He was the first one who's life I took out of the three... And the only.

I crossed my weapon and went to strike, but Blood was already there. She had a small knife and was stabbing each one repeatedly. It wouldn't have been so horrifying if it hadn't been for the fact that she had already slit their throats and was now just stabbing for fun. I had to place the sharp end of sword to get you to finally stop.

"What are you?" I asked her, eyeing her as she licked the blood that had sprayed from their necks off of her lips.

"I'm a killer." Blood said with a smile, blood stained on her teeth.

"No," I said strongly, as my friends slowly began to restrain what was left of their enemies, enemies that had surrendered after seeing Blood, "I am a killer, Blood. You are not. You're just a troubled kid who shouldn't be here."

Blood was two years younger than me. I was only 14, how could they make a 12 year old fight? That was like making a puppy a suicide bomber, only someone else held the trigger; it was wrong. It wasn't human.

But I wasn't human... Not anymore.

Narrators POV
While Clara fought with her inner demons, Namjoon fought with Kayden inside the hospital room. They did it in hushed voices, and in truly not hostile ways, but they both new what the other thought.

Namjoon's POV
"Where were you?" I seethed in a hushed voice.

"I was a mile behind her, there was no way I could keep up with her." Kayden said calmly, though I could tell at any moment he wanted to explode.

I sighed, "what am I doing?" I hit my tongue and reached to shake Kayden's hand, "if you weren't with her she'd be dead, for that I thank you. No amount of arguing is going to get us anywhere and I should know better."

Kayden's jaw clenched as he looked at me with mild irritating. But his expression soon relaxed, and his jaw went slack before he took my hand. It was a declaration that we liked each other, it was simply us acknowledging that we had bigger things to worry about right now.

"I know all her insurance numbers and information," Kayden said pulling out his phone and handing it to me, "I'll go take care of everything with the Doctor, you call Mr. Yuen."

Kayden's words were stern, it was clear that he wasn't offering or asking, he was giving a command. Even if I was think about arguing, I couldn't - Kayden was out the door and down the hall before I could even think about what to say. I watched him walk away through the room window before looking down at the phone.

For what seemed like the fifth time in the last hour, I sighed and tugged slightly on my hair. I was stressed, and I was worried, and even worse is that this situation was making me realize something, I was only one moment away from falling completely and utterly in love with Clara.