Save Me? I'm Fine.

Prologue.

To call the street an unfinished painting was perhaps the most accurate description Taehyung could give about that day. So much of the canvas was still perfectly white, as though waiting for the artist's hand to return and splatter it with a hundred different colors. The late evening light struggled through the murky cloud, but even in its weakness it was enough to blind. The air was of course cold, but Taehyung hadn't expected the same dampness that comes before rain. As he glanced up at the sky, snowflakes fell on his face - colorless confetti in a wintry ballroom, making him feel like he was dancing with the snowfall. Breath pale against the numbing air, he blinked thoughtfully as the frost patiently kissed his face, captivated by the soft, dusty illusions of light that sat heavy on his eyelashes.

Walking through the park covered in a thick blanket of white, he watched statutes peeking out under their new white caps, footsteps and paw prints crisscrossing each other around the labyrinth of paths. Fishing out his car keys, he opened the door the moment he reached the parking lot and slipped into the drivers seat. As he blasted the radio with his favorite 90s music, he stepped on the gas pedal, speeding down the silent, uninhabited street.

The sun had nearly made its way down the sky, off before it had to come back again tomorrow. Taehyung didn't get any calls though he was expecting quite a few considering it was peak hours. But then again there was also the fact that he was quite far away from the city. His previous customer had Taehyung drive him nearly half an hour outside the city to reach his destination. Not like Taehyung complained. It was after a long time in his life that he was getting such peace and quiet. He was actually enjoying it. But the downside of it meant it would be a while before he got a customer, which equaled to lower commission tonight.

Glancing outside the window he kept his eye on any and all possible prospects as the sun completely disappeared under the horizon. There were less than a handful of people scattered along the street. An old woman feeding her cat, a couple of bikers taking a smoke, a middle aged lady with her wailing miserable boy. Taehyung turned his head slowly to glance at the other side but then a sudden shadow moved before his car, his headlights illuminating a terrified face and Taehyung with all his might slammed brakes, only just avoiding a splatter of blood across his car.

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Feet slipping outwards on the wet remains of snow as you round the corner, the cold evening air shocked your throat and lungs as you inhaled deeper, faster. With each footfall a jarring pain shot ankle to knee, ankle to knee. Perhaps jumping that wall onto stairs wasn't so smart. Your heart was beating frantically, all or nothing. Fail and your whole body would have to pay the price, run and the damage was limited mostly to your shins and knees. You knew this estate better than they do, those assholes are no more than men in leather jackets and a deep voice. They were weighed down with guns, knifes and electrical stun devices, all of them useless unless they get a clear shot, which they can't. You can hear them panting with the effort from three hundred yards behind, that's how bloody noisy they are.

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, exhausted. Your legs broke from beneath you and collapsed onto the nearby beach. But it was not long before you could smell them - the stench of their cheap cologne, and cigarettes. Your heart started racing and you knew you had to keep going. Branches constantly attacked you, leaves crunched under you feet and big, brown logs seemed to appear out of nowhere as if to try and stop you. You could still smell them. Though you had to stop before your lungs gave out on you. Hair matted with a crimson liquid, your arms and legs all bruised and cut and your clothes looked like rags, dirty and tattered. You looked like a leaking pipe but you had to keep running.