Yesterday's Devil

Chapter 14

Kyungsoo

"What a surprise." Lay was sitting on his chair with his feet lifted on the table in front of him. He spread his arms as a welcome, "how are you doing my friend?"

"Bad." I sat down in front of him. My serious tone made him take his feet off and lean closer to me. "Kris?" He guessed and I nodded.

"You gotta stop whining like that dude," he frowned. "It's not like he's better than you. You have two options; stop whining or take action."

"And in your dictionary that means kill him." I tried my best not to snap at him, but failed. Was he serious? I told him I wanted to change and now he acts like we are still the same.

"Dude, relax a bit." He chuckled. "Plus, you wanted a gun. You call that trying to have a normal life?" He tilted his head.

"That's because... Because..." I tried to find an answer, but couldn't. I sighed deeply and looked away from him. "Shit man."

He held up a pack of cigarettes, "want one?"

I shook my head, "no." I bit my lip and looked out of the glass that covered almost the whole wall. "I don't know how he got my number," I mumbled, making him look up at me. "He texts me like he sees exactly what I'm doing."

"Is it creeping you out?" Lay lit up a cigarette. "You can't just walk out of it Kyungsoo. You know that."

"It's not that I didn't expect it to happen." I focused my gaze back at him. "I just had to do it."

There was a knock on the door and we both looked at the direction of the sound. "Come in," Lay almost yelled.

Suho appeared in the doorframe, "sir, they arrived."

"Oh right!" Lay exclaimed. "I almost forgot. Tell them I'll be down in some minutes."

Suho nodded and headed out.

"I have some new buyers," Lay explained. "I think they are from Russia or something. This made me laugh a bit, "I hope for you they speak English. Be careful bro."

"You know me." He stood up and leaded me to the elevator. "Call me when you need me."

"Sure thing," I raised my hand and waved shortly. "Bye."

I was feeling highly uncomfortable walking through the darkening streets. Did Kris really know where I was? I bit the inside of my cheek and tucked my hands in my pockets. Every two minutes I turned my head to see if no one was behind me. I had the strong feeling I was being followed.

I strengthened the grip my fingers had around the knife and took a deep breath. I bowed my head at an older couple that walked past me and turned around to look at the street behind me. Empty. I bit my lip and walked further.

As I was about to turn a corner I felt a hand grabbing my shirt, pulling me with him, out of the light from the lamppost. I was pressed against the wall by a strong arm. The person in front of me wore a black mouth mask and a hoodie. The only thing I could see were his eyes. "What do you want from me?" I snapped, trying to release myself from his hands.

He laughed and now I noticed there was another guy standing behind him. "Like you don't know."

"If Kris wants me, then he should come himself." I tried to reach for the knife, but his other hand had pinned my arm against the wall. "Isn't it sad he needs others to clean up his mess?"

"It's not how he likes to work," the other spoke.

"How does he work?" I asked, still trying to get free.

"Like this." The guy let my arm go and hit me hard on my cheek, making me spit out some blood. "He likes this."

I was so screwed, I thought to myself. He punched me again and then the other kicked me in my stomach. With my free hand I swung in his direction, hitting his jaw. He was taken aback and I grabbed his hair, pulling it hard. Suddenly I felt something sharp sliding over my cheek. I turned my head and saw the other guy holding a knife. I wiped the blood away with the back of my hand and winced as it started burning. "Fuck."

The guy who's hair I was holding kicked me off of him and grabbed my head, hitting it against the wall a couple of times. My hands desperately searched for something I could use and found a small rock on the ground. I held it tightly and crashed it onto the other's head, leaving a dark red cut on his forehead, blood seeping out of the wound. "Ahh!" The guy screamed, pressing a hand on the spot.

The other guy jumped forward, pinning me down on the ground and started dragging the knife along my stomach and chest, leaving angry red stripes. I had lost the rock and hit his head with as much strength as I could with my fist, making him crawl back a bit. It gave me enough space to fold my leg underneath him to kick him off of me. I quickly took the knife out of my pocket and held it in front of me. "Stop!" I yelled, panting heavily. My left ear was ringing from the hit against the wall.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" The one with the cut asked.

The other one walked slowly closer to me, but I took steps back, trying not to trip. They both were looking at me, tensed, I noticed. I was at the end of the street and a couple of cars drove by. Wait, I knew that car. I glanced at the two in front of me and then suddenly turned around, running as fast as I could. With waving my hands above my head I made the car stop. I clung onto the open passenger window, gasping for air. "S... Sehun, please ta... Take me with you."

He looked at me like I was crazy, but who could blame him? He nodded and I opened the door, taking one last look at the corner where the other guys should be, but they weren't. I slumped down into the seat and sighed in relief.