Smiling Killing |Inspired By KILLING STALKING|

|Twenty-Six|

|Twenty Six|

I was prepared. Prepared to fight. Ah Rin got to her feet, hands balled into fists as she was prepared too.

She came and stood in front of me, legs slightly bent, leaning forward. As I looked down at her, I suddenly realised just how short she was. Not slightly short, but very. I was more than a head taller than her. But she had stood in front of me, to Shield me, to protect me.

They came at us like wild animals. But then they all came to a halt, standing there and flailing their arms at us.

What...?

That's when I noticed the collars around their necks, the thick chains stretched out from the gate way which stopped them from getting any closer to us.

I heard his laugh. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Oh with that's look Rini. You know I'm a fair person."

I didn't understand what was happening, even when Ah Rin gave me an assuring look as if to tell me we were okay.

What..?

Another gate opened up - but more of a door. And Ah Rin grabbed my hand as she dragged me out of the infamous arena of the Bowl, before through the doorway and into a claustrophobic hallway.

I didn't know where we were going as she led me up winding metal staircases and through more doorways. But suddenly she burst through two double doors - doors I recognised since I had been here before.

The control room.

Min-Hyo was already there, standing with his thickly muscled arms across his chest. He was giant - a Goliath compared to Jong-Eun and his assistant, Seokchu.

Min-Hyo stood there like a scolding parent. Seokchu was silent, but Jong-Eun was grinning like some sort of idiot.

Ah Rin stepped towards him. "You little--"

"Hey, hey hey, don't act like the hero in this situation" he said with a pointed look to her. "All of us had to do this once, didn't we?"

"It's not the same situation with him" she seethed. "I can't believe you did that."

"You didn't have to be involved" he said with slight venom. They sounded like an arguing couple - and the thought of that tugged painfully at my chest.

"He's not trained" she then said with a growl. "He doesn't know - doesn't understand how to fight. Yeah, he won against that girl, but look at him!"

"I can't believe you're still defending him" he spat. "Look at you! Look at your arm! Your hair!"

Her eyes trailed down to her arm, where there was a jagged gash, bubbling blood. She had used that arm to stop a possibly fatal blow. She flinched, but the pain didn't seem to be bothering her. Her hand slowly reached up and touched her hair - now just past her ears. Such a change from her thick, long hair that slightly curled. The ends had already started to go a little more curly now it was so short, but I couldn't say that I didn't like it.

But she seemed horrified. Her hands trembled.

"That wouldn't of happened if you had stayed out of his way - or even if he wasn't there at all."

"You don't tell me what I can and can't do" she snapped.

"You're going soft."

"And may I say - using the infected?! We don't have so many of them that you can just get rid of them willy-nilly! That cuts into your budget too, you pig."

"I know" he said. "I believe it was worth it."

She spat at him, the glob hitting his cheek. He chuckled as he wiped it off, stretching his arms.