Smiling Killing |Inspired By KILLING STALKING|

|Thirty|

|Thirty|

My head stung. I groaned. I felt as I I hadn't breathed in so long.

Something was ramming into my shoulder. The jolt made me spring awake, and I gasped as my head swayed.

What...?

"Eu!"

I widened my eyes as my vision focused.

Do-Yoon was staring at me with scared eyes, beside me with his mouth gaged and his hands tied behind his back. Akumu beside him, staring at the floor in the same state. That boy - Ye-Jin - was there too. Unconscious. Gagged and tied up. Even Woo, who was silent, strangely calm. And Min-Hyo was on my other side, his gag gone as he elbowed me once more.

"W-what's going on??" I gulped.

We were in some sort of shipping container. But the rumbling outside was so loud, I could barely tell if we were on a train, truck, or even an aeroplane.

"It's the Yakuza" Min-Hyo spat out blood. "I saw the bastards before they jumped me."

"J-jumped...?" I whimpered.

"I was sent to search for Do-Yoon and Akumu and as I was driving they smashed their car into mine, making it crash. I just saw their fucking black and white jackets before I crashed."

I shivered, pulling my legs up to my chest as I tried to fathom what has happened. Stolen...kidnapped...but why?

But then it suddenly made sense.

Ah Rin.

Because of Ah Rin.

To get at her.

But a thought then struck me.

What if she never came to save us? What if she didn't want to? I didn't have any faith that she could, or would...

One girl against the entirety of a mafia. Almost like an army. She couldn't do it.

Cold darkness swirled in my gut, a bottomless hole of dread. I pressed my forehead against my knees, and I softly let the tears flow from my eyes.

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I rolled my shoulders, chin up, gun against my chest. The boss had made me stand out guard in front of the wretched and half broken down hotel. An AK firmly gripped in my bandaged hands.

The boss trusted me. The boss is starting to acknowledge me. He's a big time drug dealer, with men and guns in his pocket.

I'm important.

But suddenly, I jumped as someone walked out of the shadows from down the alley.

I aimed the gun at them, suddenly short of breath as fear gripped at me. But I faltered as the figure came into view, and I realised what it was.

A girl.

How old was she? She was short, curvy, thick thighs, a nice bust...made my mouth water. Her curly ends of brown and blond streaked hair sat just at the end of her ears, a bang hanging in her eyes. She stalked forward, holding something in her hands, but she hid it behind her leg.

Calm down...I told myself. At the entrance to the alley was Mik and Jon. If she had been a problem, they would of shot her dead or at least alerted me.

What was I saying. She was just a short girl. A pretty one at that. She was probably just one of the boss's slutty girls. My grip loosened on the gun, and my hold on it slacked as I lowered the gun down.

In was just  that split second.

That short moment.

She immediately fell forward slightly and sprinted towards me with such speed and power. I was barely able to flinch as she swung her nail filled bat up into the bottom of my jaw.