3 Ways

The Last Story III

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"Who was it?" Chorong asked when Victoria walked back into the house.

"Daesung told the cops about you," Victoria informed. "That crime investigator is getting suspicious. They even had a pro do a sketch of you, but that's not the worse." Victoria turned to stare at her sister. "Daesung also spoke about the tricks you pulled on him."

Chorong's lips fell apart in panic. "Why would he even talk about that!?"

"Obviously he must've been shit scared and thought it was something worth talking about!" Victoria snapped, which left Chorong frowning at her in disbelief.

"And what did you say?" Chorong asked feeling the tension coming from Victoria.

No, actually she and Victoria had become extremely sensitive the moment Namjoo had gone to the past. They were both scared and worried, she knew that and that was why they were lashing out at each other.

"I told him to get his ass of our porch," Victoria replied.

Chorong blinked her eyes and stared at her sister. "Thanks."

"It's for us all," Victoria turned away. "We're turning out to be creeps anyway."

"Do you hate them?"

"Hate what?"

"Our powers," Chorong said, "Namjoo hates her powers for being able to hurt others. Do you hate yours?"

Victoria turned to look at Namjoo whose face was an expression of calm.

"No."

"Me too," Chorong agreed, "I don't hate them."

Victoria turned back to look at Chorong and the two of them stood around in silence. When they tired they'd sit and when bored they pace around. Namjoo was definitely sleeping much longer than she'd thought. About an hour and a half had passed already. What was her sister seeing? What kind of life had she led? Had she been happy at least? Did she have parents? What were the people around her like?

Victoria stood up from her chair when Namjoo's body twitched and her legs and hands moved. Namjoo was visibly panting and gasping for breath as a pool of blood soaked up her shirt.

"Oh my god..." Chorong cried from beside her with a hand over her lips. "What's happening?"

Victoria felt her eyes go wide before the blood started disappearing. For a long time she and Chorong stood in silence trying to absorb their shock. She was immensely worried and she wished Namjoo would stop where she was and wake up already.

"Maybe Luhan was right," Victoria said her voice in a low whispered. "Namjoo doesn't need to know about their past."

"Oh my god," Chorong squeaked again and turned away while clutching onto Victoria's arm when holes an inch wide appeared in Namjoo's lower leg and her shoulder.

Victoria felt her lips quiver when a minute or two passed and the injuries weren't going away. Maybe it was time to try to call Luhan out.

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"Give yourself up." He suggested defiantly.

Ignoring him Namjoo let out a loud and deep gasp as she courageously pulled the spear out of her. A loud pant coursed through her as she struggled to catch her breath and waited for her body to heal itself. She wasn't about to die here. She didn't want to die here. Her mind raced as she tried to think up of a solution. A second later she grinded her fingers into the dirt never minding that she was getting it into her nails. Escape was more important right now.