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(short short, i promise the next one is much longer dw! )
SEPTEMBER THIRTEENTH was the day you thought it would never stop raining. The rain was so loud it woke you up in the morning ― 12 minutes before your alarm clock rang might I add, which infuriated you ― and the same heavy rain, combined with the strong wind, was the reason why you were running through the streets so early in the morning; your umbrella simply decided to fly away and you had to run after it several times. So once you caught that damn thing for the last time, your clothes were already soaking wet, making you close the umbrella and enter your office.
There, in your small cubicle, the rain kept teasing you, vexatious raindrops knocking on your window, blindly believing you might let them in. You couldn't believe how strong the rain was, and then, at around 5:30 in the afternoon, when the rain suddenly stopped, it was already time to go home.
You were debating with yourself whether or not you should go to Mia's - a fabulous restaurant downtown - and say hi to your friend, but ultimately chose to ditch that plan and head home. After all, you spent almost a fourth of your paycheck on Hulu+ which meant that ad-free Seinfeld was just waiting for you at home, begging to be watched.
The thought of a Seinfeld marathon made you smile; maybe this day isn't so bad after all. You turned on your heel, heading south. You knew about a quick route home, but you had to walk quickly, before the weirdos start coming out of the alleyways.
Everything was going smoothly, and except for a few drunks whistling at you from a KFC parking lot, you were successfully nearing home. Turning right, you walked past an old factory. The architecture was still beautiful even after so many years of abandonment. They used to make candy there and you could still see remains of pink paint on some parts of the wall...
Splash! One bad step without looking where you're going and your knees sank down, dipping in the still fresh puddle of water.
You cursed, looking down at your once white stockings before hearing a voice coming from behind the building.
"Maybe we should just throw him into the trash can and skedaddle outta here."
You froze. Whoever this was, they were up to no good. And no matter which way you'd go, you'd bump into them, for sure. Even if you turned around and left, they would for sure still see you.
So you decided to crouch down and silently wait for them to leave. You didn't want any trouble, hell, you just wanted to go home and watch TV!
"Maybe you should just shut the fuck up," another, much stronger one huffed.
"What the fuck did I do?"
"Nothing, that's what," the second person challenged.
"Alright, that's it," a third voice said, walking into the picture. "You two are of no help. So why don't you just- just load him into the truck again, I-"
As soon as these words were said, a loud bang echoed through the street and a lifeless body fell out of the trunk. "Are you fucking kidding me Jin, I swear-"
Once you had seen the dead man now laying on the ground, you gasped. This has got to be a joke. A sick prank. Some sort of a "gotcha!" thing you could brush off. But the body was too pale and the man's fingers were too purple and you didn't really believe this was a prank anymore.
Looking up again, you noticed that the men were no longer trying to load the body into the trunk, but instead looking at you. For a moment you thought maybe they were looking over the area and didn't actually see you, but that option was out of the window once one of the men lifted his arm and waved at you.
Crap, you thought, cold sweat running down your forehead, why don't i ever keep my mouth shut?
Another one of them, dressed in all black, including his face mask that was hanging below his chin now narrowed his eyes, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. His next words terrified you because he gave his companions a little nod before locking eyes with you.
"Get her."
!! a/n: i enjoy writing from a 2nd person's pov, because it helps the reader get into the story and feel what the main character feels. and on that note id also like to point out that i won't be overly describing the main character's looks. there's always a big debate whenever a writer chooses to do that, and since this is still technically a fanfiction, i want you to imagine whoever you want as the main character, yourself, your favorite celebrity etc. have fun x !!
