You looked down without moving your head. You saw a hand gripping a knife which was now pressed below your chin.
"Who are are you?" You were careful to not cut yourself on the blade, "What do you want?"
"I told you what I want." Your captor spun you around so you could see his face, "And you know who I am." You inhaled sharply. Suddenly everything fell into place. The familiar voice. The waiter's strange behaviour. The shadow dashing past your window. "You were behind everything. Seven won't let you get away with this." You whispered. He laughed "Did you only just figure that out?" His mint eyes glittered with amusement, "And who's head do YOU think I want?" You hesitated, scared that you might be right. "Seven's?" You looked away from his eyes so he couldn't see just how scared you were.
"Seven? Oh him," He used the knife to move your face so you were looking at him, "Yeah, that's who I mean. But do you know his REAL name? Or did he keep secrets from you and me both?"
"You know Seven?" You looked at him sharply. He sighed, "Answer my question first."
"His real name... is Luciel. Luciel Choi."
"So he wouldn't tell even you," He laughed darkly and shook his head, "He changed his name to run from me. To hide. His real name is Saeyoung. Do you trust him to save you now?" He turned you around so you were facing the ocean again. The moon was bright behind you, casting your shadow on the pavement in front of you. The man had his arm around your neck. The voice from behind you spoke again, "I'm Saeran. It was nice to meet you [Y/N]." In the shadows, you saw him raise his knife, ready to stab you in the heart. Fear and adrenaline kicked in. You bit his arm and lurched to the side, away from the knife. You still felt the blade pierce your shoulder. You screamed from the pain as he twisted the knife, tearing your flesh. Saeran withdrew his knife and you fell on your knees in front of him. Warm blood stained the back of your shirt. You were kicked solidly in the side of the head. When your head hit the pavement, your vision doubled, blurred then went black.
When you opened your eyes, Saeran's face hovered above yours. He was stroking your hair. "I didn't think you cared about what became of me." You whispered, your voice husky.
"I knew I should've killed you when I had the chance!" He roared. He rose his knife. Suddenly, he flew sideways. You turned your head slightly. Seven stood there, sleeves of his jacket pushed up and breathing heavily. "I told you not to touch her!" He yelled.
"Seven..." It hurt to speak, so you had to whisper. Somehow, he heard you.
"Crap," He crouched beside you, "What on earth did he do to you [Y/N]?"
"Run," You whispered, "He... wants you dead." Seven stood up "I'm not running. Not when you could die." He slowly walked over to where Saeran was struggling to stand. Seven punched him squarely in the face. You flinched when you heard something crack. "That was for [Y/N]." Seven kicked him in the side of the head so Saeran crashed into the garbage bin. "And that was because I felt like it."
You sat up gingerly. You ached all over and blood pooled on the ground from your shoulder. You felt lightheaded from the loss of blood. Seven heard you groan as you tried to stand. "[Y/N]!" He ran over to you and knelt next to you, "Oh god, I'm so sorry that I wasn't there to protect you." You tried to smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace. "Well I'm not dead... but I think I'm going to pass out. I'm just glad that you're okay."
"Okay. I'll call an ambulance," He pulled out a phone, "Leave all the explaining to me. Please don't tell them anything."
"Okay." You fought the urge to close your eyes.
"You did great," Seven kissed your forehead, "Goodnight [Y/N]." You smiled faintly and closed your eyes.
~~~~~~~
Thanks again for reading!
Well, this was an action-packed scene wasn't it?
See you it the next chapter!
Words: 705
Uploaded: 10 March 2017
YOU ARE READING
Someday In Space
Fanfic[CAUTION: Contains spoilers for the game 'Mystic Messenger'] You have spent the past seven months catching up with your friends from the RFA... especially Seven. Somebody keeps calling you, calling you 'Princess'. What does this mean for you and how...