ｓａｄ－ｉｓｔ

-two-

One of the officers shot a bullet right in front of her platforms, stopping her right in her tracks. The girl slowly creaked her sight downwards and looked at her now dirty and shocked leather boots, her eyes shifted and glared at the older man.

"I hope you buy me new boots man, these were pretty expensive."

She rushed to the man and swiftly went down on the ground, still holding her gun with her right and low kicking the officer right on his ankle, he fell down, hitting his head on the pavement and his gun scattering away from him. He groaned in pain and his arms shot to the back of his head to hold it in agony but that did not stop her. She jumped back up and sent a quick wink to the two men who just looked at her with surprise, her hand readjusted itself to the weapon, aiming right at the head of the fallen officer. Her index finger pulled the trigger and the silver bullet flew to the man's head in a blink of an eye. She smiled happily once she saw blood pooling around him.

"Okay, so who's next?"

Not waiting for an answer, she ran to another officer and high kicked his gun out of the deceiving hold of his grip, fear in his eyes as they made contact. Her smile widened, she loved being feared, her pulse raised and she felt as if she was on a high. The weapon dropped a few meters away from them and while the man was still staring at his gun, she kicked him hard in the groin with her knee making him have an unappealing fall to the concrete, clearly injuring something.

She walked and crouched down to the officers level, her gun hard against his forehead. The officer looked straight into her eyes, his pupils moving in rapid specs to observe her features up close as if he was about to cry; he stared into her soul, "you're crazy." His eyes slowly stopped moving and so did his pulse when the gunshot was fired. "I know," she giggled, wiping off the specks of blood that landed on her face with the back of her hand, her gun now resting on her side and the echo of the fire still ringing.

She started to approach the last man that looked somewhat young and quite handsome, even though he was shaking in fear and swallowing a few prayers. He was quick to react and took large steps away from the girl, but this type of escape resulted useless as his enemy just got closer and closer to him. His back was greeted by a dusty and dirty wall and his aim lowered, squeezing his eyes shut and turning his head to the side to avoid interlocking their eyes. His gun was lowered enough so the girl didn't mind it that much. "You're scared of me, aren't you?" She whispered in his ear, her left hand pinning him against the wall, he gulped and nodded. "Aw, cute," she continued to whisper in his ear with a sarcastic tone. The tip of her gun ran across his cheek in a slow but painful matter, "i-i i... i want to live," the man closed his eyes shut and just whimpered. She looked at him up and down, still pinning him hard against the wall, "you know, you're pretty handsome," his eyes shot open and his shaky breaths were loud and clear.

"You might just be out of here alive if you do me a favor, you know?" Her gaze changed from a harsh one to a lustful one in a matter of seconds, and she replaced her gun inside her skirt's pocket a bit loosely. "So how about you forget about your job and play with me, huh?" She bit her lip, knowing that the young man was staring at her.

"N-no you're... I'm going to get fired,"

"Well not if they don't know," The girl lightly kissed the officer's neck and with her free hand she took away his gun, placing it inside her other pocket.

Soon enough, the man lowered his guard down and gave in, his glance flicking between her lips and eyes. She stared at the man in front of her and gave him one last smirk before joining their lips into a rough kiss; she was so amazed that these little tricks actually worked on everybody she tried them on. The man's hand roamed around her waist, pulling her closer to his body while she, on the other hand, placed both of her hands behind his neck. It was just a matter of seconds before the girl was shamelessly touching him and leaving red bites on his milky skin.

"M-my name is," his eyes were shut as he threw his head back against the wall due to the pleasure that the girl was giving him, "Han-Hansol." They kissed passionately for a brief moment and later disconnected from the kiss, both panting in need for oxygen. She leaned her forehead against his to catch her breath, her eyes were closed but she could've sworn that there was a string of saliva still binding them together. Then they both looked at each other for a few seconds, probably admiring each others beauty from the dim light, "Jieun," she panted, "my name is Jieun, however, I don't think i can let you live now that you know my name," she sighed, "I'm going to have to kill you now, sorry babe, but I'll give you a point for knowing how to give a great make-out session."

"What do you m-"

And with that, Jieun took out her gun from her skirt and fired a bullet straight at Hansol's brain. His now dead body fell from her grasp to the gray concrete floor.

"Honestly Ji, that was the most badass thing I've ever seen you do, ugh you're such a queen-"

"Shut up Jeno."

"Ok"