Court of Nightmares.

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My hands were shaking as if I was holding the deadliest weapon known to human kind. I could feel my head spinning and heart racing at a rapid pace. Pace I never thought my body would adjust to so fast even after years of intense football practices back at school.

My chest was raising at an alarming rate, my heart was thumping so fast I knew at some point it'd fly straight out of my ribcage.

Her words echoed in my mind over and over again like a broken record. I couldn't believe it.

I was staring at her, the person I've grown up with, the person I thought was my guardian angel after our parents tragic death, the person I have always trusted and leaned on. She was the only one that has remained in my life after everything that happened.

But right there, deep in my mind I remembered how my mom always used to tell me not to trust anyone. Even the closest people could stab you in the back - and unfortunately, she was painfully right. Here I was, staring at my sister as we both of us were sinking in uncomfortable silence.

I felt bitter. 

I felt betrayed. 

 I wanted to shout at Suha, I wanted to blame her, curse her and say things I'd regret afterwards as the anger was getting the worst out in me. I was never a person to get angry that easily. Never. 

How could she? How could she betray me like that? My own blood. 

 I felt my throat go dry and I couldn't say a word at this point. Suha was standing there, the mascara she wore was smudged under her eyes from all the crying and her head bowed down in pure shame. She knew she was guilty, she knew what she fucking did and yet she was the one who got out of this situation without a scratch. I ran my slim fingers through my damp hair, turning around with my back facing her. I reached over, moving the red curtain over as I stole a short glance through the window, noticing the black shiny jeep with tinted windows parked in front of the complex and the two men dressed in black suits.

 They were leaning on that car with guns hanging off their belts, looking all scary and intimidating. They were waiting. And I sure as hell knew that they wouldn't leave until they got what they were ordered to take. 

 "How could you do this to me... " I trailed off quietly before the anger got the best out of me. 

"I can't fucking believe it! " I shouted, not being able to hold off the pure animalistic rage that has been building up within my chest. 

Before I knew it, my body turned quickly toward my sister and I grabbed firmly her elbow, fingertips sinking in her skin harshly. I was seeing red. 

 "I am sorry. " she whispered weakly, her hair was a mess and I could visibly see the pain and regret within her eyes. She didn't squirm away from my brutish hold. Probably she knew she deserved it. 

 "Sorry isn't good enough! Sorry won't fix the shit you got me involved into, Suha!" I yelled and that made her flinch again. Honestly, I didn't care if I scared her or if I made her cry harder, I was pissed off. 

I had all the damn rights to be. Never had I imagined that I'd go through something like this. I thought that this was happening only in movies. 

 "How much..." I whispered after a few more minutes of me watching her weep. She sniffled quietly and slowly tried shake herself off my hold.

 "How much!" I yelled again, my voice raspy. I felt my nostrils flaring. 

 "Eighty grand." her voice was a whisper. That made her take a step backward, her frame was shaking uncontrollably. 

"You sold me. . . "I started quietly before my voice grew louder, "for eighty fucking grand!"

New set of tears streamed down her red cheeks.  "T-they threatened to kill me, Kookie. I c-couldn't... " she stammered her words. "T-they promised that they w-won't harm you.. " 

 "I will be a fucking slave to those gorillas for life! I won't fucking live like this and you know it! They won't harm me? You serious? These men never tell the truth! They lie and murder for their own convenience." I whispered as if I was telling this to myself rather than to her. I though that today I'd do my physics lecture, go play some football with my friends and then meet up with my girlfriend. This day started normally, dammit! 

 "I will fix this, I promise! I will find the money and I will get you back. Please, don't cause any trouble. "

"You should've thought about that earlier!" I roared; my voice was loud enough to cause some of the neighbors to peek their heads through the windows to see what was happening. Then there was a silence. Suha kept sobbing helplessly. Short puffs of air came out from my lips. Soon enough two men burst through the door, guns pointed at me and my sister. I noticed that those tall bulky gorillas were the same damn men who were waiting by that shiny car downstairs.

 I froze immediately, my anger conversed into fear as I lifted my hands in surrender slowly. These men didn't react at all, they'd approach me and one of them spoke something in Japanese I didn't understood while the other one let out a low disgusting chuckle.

The panic slowly crept up in my heart. I turned to look at Suha who had stopped crying but her face remained twisted in pure horror. She was afraid of weapons but definitely not from the damn casino she went almost every night. She had gambled every single coin we had. 

Then I turned to look at those men. Their faces were unreadable yet covered in many battle scars that made their expressions more intimidating. If they reacted at all, of course.

I noticed how they held their weapons so damn confidently pointed directly at my head. It was a warning. They wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger. I didn't see myself jumping out of that window. It was two stories high and besides, I'd be dead before I even got to do that. For the first time in my life felt vulnerable and helpless. 

 "Times up, kiddo. Either move or I put a bullet in your head." one of the men grunted in annoyance. Fuck. I was slowly starting to realize the seriousness in this situation. Before my mind could react on whatever was happening, my body did it first and slowly, my legs dragged toward the door with my hands still raised in surrender. I didn't even turn to look back second time, I could hear her faint sobs and sniffling in the distance. 

The minute I walked out, I gasped when they tied my hands firmly and put a black cloth on my head. I tried to struggle, but one of them let out a low growl of a warning and I froze. 

Before I knew it, I was forcefully pushed on a leather surface, guessing it was the back seat of that jeep parked downstairs. Silence for a minute before the door got slammed shut and that alone made me jump a little. 

I started panting heavily in pure panic. Here I was, sitting at the back seat of a car with two dangerous men. What was going to happen to me from now on? I knew that the moment I stepped out of that building, everything has already changed for me.

I heard that those men were ruthless criminals. 

And I already had a taste of how ruthless they were at a dark alley a few weeks ago as I got ambushed and beaten up.  Of course, it was just a warning from whoever was in charge of these men to my foolish sister.  I had managed to do my research on internet a few nights after that event occurred, informing myself at the reason of their current whereabouts. 

They were the Yakuza clan called "Black Tigers" which came from Japan to Korea and settled in back in the 70's. Perhaps I'd find my death wherever they were going to take me? Those people were famous for gauging their enemies eyes out and cut their hands before burying them in tons and tons of cement ten feet underground.

As soon as I heard the low purring of the engine, I realized I couldn't run away. I had ruined every damn chance I had.

 So I had no where to run. 

 God help me.