I'm not a kidnapper. Honestly, I'm really not. I don't like all the knots you have to work out, especially when it's in 2017, then it's not about the diseases you could get from Sparta but about security tapes. This day and age is far, far less exciting than the late BCs, I promise.
Anyway, I was the obvious choice to become a kidnapper on our team; I had experience and I was the only one besides Keeda who might have a chance of giving the kidnapped a better impression of Thrusk. I just don't look threatening; 5'2 and what kinder people call petite, I really look more like a ginger Tinkerbell than anything even capable of anger.
So there I stood, blanking staring at the door of my idol's room. Hell, this spatial manipulation can work out well... at times. Jump back 200 years, then jump forward, and bam, you're where you need to be. I sighed, staring at the white paint. There was a tiny crack, a hairline fracture that split the door in half. I squinted, leaning into give the minuscule line a closer look.
White pain and red stars. I collapsed backward onto the floor, clutching at my throbbing nose, feeling the scarlet gushing forth distort the colorful language pouring from my mouth as I pinched my nose.
"Eff it, mcshizzledizzle freaking sheds! By all the breath and birds in the ocean! Eel clouds!" I choked on the coppery flow, leaning against the wall.
"Are... are you ok?" Hesitant. A voice I knew well.
I looked up. "Kim Taehyung." I smiled from my position on the floor, then stood shakily. "I'm here to kidnap you!"
"Excuse me...?" He sounded so strangely perplexed, for whatever reason, however, I could not see. There is quite a bit of blood on the wall... wonder where that came from. Something about that was incredibly funny, yet I couldn't quite seem to grasp what it was. Biting back giggles, I leaned against the wall.
"I'm not crazy." I laughed. He cocked an eyebrow. "But I think I'm going to pass out." I did laugh now, and grabbed his shoulder. "Ok, let's go!"
Ignoring the strange squares skating across my vision and the pain pounding through my skull, I threw myself forward, hand still firm in the confused idol's shoulder.
And the world went white.
