Assigned To Kill

Part 6 (2)

THIRD POV

She was at J-Hope's HOPE WORLD concert. Dancing to her hearts extent and singing the memorized lyrics. Feeling the beat take control of her mind and body. Nothing can ruin this. This is one of her best dreams yet. She is asleep in the real world but awake in another. Her life is better when asleep. Because she controls her dreams. Just not this particular dream...

"Jhope! Jhope!!!" Everyone chants and shouts while waving his personalized light stick.

"Guys! See you in my next concert right? You better be there!!!" Hobi says with a big and bright smile.

Suddenly it gets pitch black. Even the light sticks are off. No sound can be heard. No whispers. No rustling. Complete and utter silence. It was as if nature conspired to keep her in the dark, not daring to whisper the reassurance she craved.

There was a bright light that shown on her. Only her.

"Lisa. Come to me. Come only to me." Hobi carefully says, reaching a delicate hand towards her.

She looked for a minute wondering what could this mean. She doesn't care anymore. HOBI WANTS TO HOLD HER HAND!!

With a swift movement from her, their hands interlock like a tough knot to untie. She wasn't letting go anytime soon.

She feels herself being harshly pulled by him. He pulls her on the stage.

"Everyone. This is Lisa." He said pointing at the latter. HE KNOWS HER NAME. An oblivious Lisa just smiled.

The atmosphere changed. Seemed eerie and suspenseful. Almost as if there is a hidden message. Or maybe it was all in her head. After all, this is a dream.

"Now, she thinks she is a hero. A life saver." He said deeply looking into her eyes. As if he can see her whole life.

"SHE TRIED TO KILL HERSELF! IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL A HERO. SHE IS NOTHING BUT A COWARD." He growled loudly through the microphone.

He was directly talking to her. But facing the 'fans'. They were not moving. Just mere statues standing there.

She didn't know what to feel. She doesn't know what's going on. For the first time, her dream has control over her.

He grabbed her forcefully by her neck and looked at her. Body wasn't Hobi's anymore. It was now a black shadow. Eyes bloodshot red and a sinister smile to complete the demon look.

"You are nothing but a coward. You can't save your friends. They'll leave you. They are just waiting for the right moment for shit to go down. They want someone to blame for all the bullcrap. That person is you."

She is trembling and tears flowing down her face. She can't do anything. This time she feels like a real coward.

He pushed her hard, she stumbled back and fell on the cold thick ground. It felt like needles of acupuncture poking every bit of her back. "You can't even defend yourself from your own dreams. How pathetic." He spat.

"Let me do us all a favor."  He opened a curtain. Neon blue lights can be seen from every corner.

He pushed her into what looks like a big black pot. Burning hot oil filling to the top.

She fell. Eyes closed. Not knowing that she is falling to her death. She opened her eyes in shock. Her perception of time distorted, everything slowed down until there was nothing. Her mind gave one final sigh. Then she felt nothing. Nothing at all. Darkness. Loss. Numbness.