Smiling Killing |Inspired By KILLING STALKING|

|Eighteen|

I dropped the mostly full glass. Chocolate shake spilled everywhere. He walked towards me, knife in hand as his blue eyes had darkened.

He was going to kill me.

But as fear started to consume me, I widened my eyes as I suddenly I remembered something.

I wasn't...powerless. I wasn't pathetic. Eonni had showed me how to fight. She said that I had three things going for me - my speed, my ferociousness and my looks. I seemed easy to defeat - and that made the opponent not fight me with their full power.

I...had my own knife too.

Slid into the length of my boot, I quickly fumbled for it before I gripped the thin blade in my hand.

Jong-Eun paused, seeming alarmed for a split second as he saw the blade in my hand. He laughed then, rolling his shoulders and grinning.

"Oh, don't think you have a chance" he said sweetly. "Unlike you, I've been fighting ever since I was nine years old. I'm not just some rich prick that makes his servants do everything for him. No, I can fight, and I like to do it."

I tightened my grip on the knife, standing in the stance that Eonni had showed me, giving him a glare behind my mask.

"Huh" he then said and sighs. "What a bother.."

He slipped away his blade, making me flinch as my gut told me that this wasn't good. He reached behind him, to the back of his pants, and he pulled something out that was tucked in them, hidden underneath his jacket.

He cocked it, smiling as he held it up near his face as if showing it off in a photo shoot.

I paled.

It was a pistol.

He then pointed it at me, smiling sweetly. "You can ask Reniji" he crooned. "My aim is always spot on."

I was going to die. Here. Alone.

The door behind Jong-Eun slammed open, making both me and him jump slightly and turn towards it.

"There you are Yooni-chan! I--"

Akumu paused, widening his eyes as he stared at Jong-Eun and I, his body Frozen still.

How did he get in here...? Had Jong-Eun left it open slightly..?

Jong-Eun groaned, and rolled his neck, sighing. "Don't get involved with this, little Asoko-chan."

Asoko...? What did that mean?

Akumu tilted his head down, hand still outstretched to the door where he held it open. I couldn't see his expression, couldn't see his eyes. And I expected him to turn and walk out, as if he hadn't seen anything.

But he slowly took a step in, pulling his hand away from the door. Slowly, it closed behind him, slamming and making me flinch.

With his head down, I saw his hands bawl into fists as his hands shook. "Do-Yoon..." he said with gritted teeth, a deadliness to his tone. "Is...my friend...and no one hurts...my friends.."

Quicker that my eyes could register, Akumu pulled something from his belt, and thrusted it to the ground.

A large flash erupted, and I covered my eyes as it stung. The sound of a gun shot then pierced the air, and I shrieked and dropped to my knees, covering my ears. Another flash, and another.

What...?

When I opened my eyes, I gasped as I could barely see my hand in front of my face. I was surrounded by white looking smoky fog.