Lost Prince : Park Jimin

Chapter 18. Mansion Alert II

He walked out of the shade with stunning taps against the tiles. The devilish smile he carried was no joke. We didn't sense his presence, for how long has he been stalking us? He came out of the blue,...actually black.

He was a middle-aged man with a wrinkled face and a pair of glasses. His lips were dried well and eyebrows furrowed with whitest grey shade. He also wore a grey suit and did exactly looked like a businessman.

I moisten my chapped lips and blinked as I stare at him.

'And where is the library?', asked Jennie bravely. She was for sure a brave Disney prince at that moment. But I wasn't princes, I never, argh!

His smirk faded by the frown he carried, 'You pathetic fools!', he angrily and raised his right hand at us.

I was so stunned that I knew something might hit it or trap us. Jennie grabbed my wrist tightly and fled before something even happen. I chased behind her as she had a tight grip on my wrist that it almost felt strained.

It passed by the floor and before we grabbed the stair, I looked back and saw the angry face of the man.

Our feet didn't stop until we were somewhere. Somewhere or nowhere, we couldn't even create a mind map of this place. Jennie left her hold and gasped. I was breathing deep and my heartbeat was high.

Looking around isn't even a good option, floor's and stairs are all we got. I sighed annoyingly.

'Good thing, now we just need to find the library', said Jennie. She looked rather confident than me.

'How can we trust him?', I asked her and looked down. Suddenly, out of blue, a tight slap was thrown on my cheek. The force exerted almost made me banged on the wall. My cheek burned with a blood-red palm imprinted on it.

I looked up starstruck at her who had laser-sharp eyes tied on me. I softly placed my palm on my cheek and asked, 'Wha?', rather sentimentally.

She looked at me with ragging blood eyes and a clenched fist, 'Caught The Theif', she said strangely but enough to give me goosebumps.

My eyes weren't lifting off from her as she did so.

'Caught The Thief', she said with an evil undertone.

'What!', I asked her but she didn't seem to be of herself.

'Tell me, how would you like to die? By a knife, perhaps or by a gun, probably. It would be soon fun to watch the girl cry seeing you loathed in blood. And her murderer would be no one other than her', she said and lavishly laughed. I watched her pathetically. Whatever is she muttering makes no sense? But not that I have time to calculate her.

As she pulled out a huge sharp knife that clearly reflected my fearful face.

'Now die', she said and before I can even recall her. She instantaneously charged on me and within a second or so.

Riffed of my left wrist. I shrieked loudly as fountains of blood-stained everything. The dead palm was laid on the ground bathing with my own blood. I fell on the knees and cried the hell out while grabbing the side of my wounded hand.

Suddenly, she grabbed my hair harshly and forced me to look at her. She carried a bloodthirsty smirk as she charged the knife to slay my neck.

'Jin..................................!', I yelled out my tears and closed my eyes.

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'I am sorry, I failed you', said Lisa on her one keen and head pointed down.

Ahead of her sat a woman with traditional clothing on and a tensed up face. Her face was wide and a few wrinkles sprouted up. She was undoubtedly to be the queen of Ishgar as she was sitting on the thrown of tigers, the very symbol of the kingdom.