Heathen//Lee Taeyong NCT

Chapter 1

21/2/19

Heathen - a person regarded as lacking culture or moral principles

"Get home safe Carla!" As Molly voice called drunkenly from behind me, leaning on the shoulders of her friends. "I will, worry about yourself." I called jokingly back. Chaeyoung was never one to be able to hold her liquor very well. Thankfully, she invited a few of her friends out with us to take her home.

I stumbled a little with intoxication, gaining some attention from people smoking outside the building, causing me to walk at little faster. The streets of Seoul were usually bustling with life, loud and at night party crazed. However, tonight in particularly eerie, desolate and hushed. I fix my bag that had been sliding down my shoulder and crossed my arms over my chest in an effort to reassure myself unfortunately my attempts fell short when the sound of muffled, some what distant voices sounded behind me. I Swiftly turned around as my heart leapt into my throat. The sight that greeted me was merely a couple getting into a taxi some distance away from me.

I spun back around feeling paranoied and stupid. I hugged myself a little tighter to settle the raging nerves in the pit of my stomach as I saw the bus stop only a few meters away. A slight sigh of relief escaped me at the sight. Of course the bus shelter doesn't guarantee my safety but given the time of night and vulnerability I was willing to take anything. At the bus stop there was a man sitting on his phone with his hood up. He looked of student age but I had never seen him around the local bars. I sat down at the other end of the bench has he continued to looked down on his brightly lit phone screen, almost refusing to acknowledge my existence.

I closed my jacket a little tighter when the breeze picked up a little grazing my bare legs. Something fell on to the roof of the shelter making a noise, I looked up at the clear roof too see that it was beginning to rain. I opened my bag to pull out my phone, when I noticed the man sitting on the bench seemingly had moved up closer to where I was sitting. I continued digging in my bag for my student card to use on the bus. I could have sworn I put in it here. I ravaged through the pockets of my bag. Suddenly, the man next to me pulled me to my feet, put a hand over my mouth and pressed the point of a switch blade into my windpipe in what seemed like one fluid motion. "Be a good girl and don't scream." My eyes moved around frantically begging to find a rescuer, heart pounding like a base drum, echoing through my ribcage, my breathing increased to a rapid speed, desperate to get oxygen into my lungs.

He began to walk backwards, dragging me with him into an alley between two seemingly abandoned buildings. His blade caught glints of the street lights as he walked me further into the darkened alley way. I mumbled a prayer under my breath when a silhouette appeared at the entrance of the alley way.

As the figure neared the glare of the street lights lessened and I was able to make out a a pale face man of a similar age to the man holding the blade to my throat. However of a very different build.

While the man holding me was of a broader build, the man walking towards us was slim and tall. Half of his face was covered in a black mask but his strong features seemed to stain themselves in my brain. His piercing eyes caused a pink flush to creep up on to my cheeks. But his hair kept pulling in my attention. A dark shadow root gradually grew up into an astonishing red.

"Cool it, I doubt she bites." The features around his mask correlated with a smirk expression. The man with his arm still around my neck loosened his grip slightly but allowed the life to press on my skin still. "Now, who do we have here?" The red head placed his index finger under my chin and lean in slightly to get a better look.

His dark brown eyes skimmed of my face taking in every feature almost like he was registering me into his memory. "Please," I pleaded desperately. As he merely brushed it off I felt a single tear fall onto my face. "What are you doing here?" The red head turned away from me and began pacing a little. "I-I'm studying here." I stifled out through my quivering lip. "Liar." Still facing away he raised his hand and the knife at my throat left and made a small cut in the corner of my mouth.

A slight taste of blood invaded my mouth and another tear fell following the same track down my cheek that the other rolled down. "I'll ask you again. What are you doing here?" The red head turned around and looked me dead in the eyes. "I don't know what you mean." I almost wailed. "Then, explain this." The red head grabbed at my right arm. Through the sheer sleeve of my top read a character tattoo Blood of Busan.

I stayed silent, there wasn't a way for me to explain myself. "That's what I thought. Johnny take her to the car." The red head turned once again and began to walk out of the alley. The Johnny began to walk me forward, following him to the footpath. Waiting by the bus stop was a black car awaiting the return of it's driver. Like a criminal entering a police car my head was pushed down into the car. The door slammed breaking the silence of the car interior.

The same dark brown eyes watched me carefully through the rear view mirror, critically calculating my every move. The car started and instantly the stillness of the air in the car was gone. The bright red glow of each gage reflected off the walls of car and we began to move.

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Please forgive poor grammar, spelling etc
So I started this over a year ago and never published it so about time it left my drafts.
Lemme know what you think and if you'd like to see more of this book
Alec xx