A New Chance [2NE1 FANFICTION]

Chapter 10

JI HOO'S POV 

(A few hours earlier of CL's discharge)

"Ji Hoo..." The grandmaster calls softly reaching his hand out and grabbing my sleeve. I wring myself out of his grip.

"I KNOW!" I yell. I head straight to the gym room with my punching bag. My mind flashes back to the sight of her on the ground and the scream I heard from the car. I let out my own scream and punch the bag.

The floor cracks and breaks sending the support system of the bag into the concrete wall. The thundering boom of my fist echoes through the gym. All is silent but the leaking sand of the hole in the bag.

I fall on my knees. Even after 10 years, I still couldn't protect her. Tears stream down from my eyes. The grandmaster walks in.

"Go away." I say dangerously silent.

"Ji Hoo..." The grandmaster says once again.

"GO AWAY! ARE YOU STILL NOT AFRAID?! I COULD KILL YOU EASILY!" I scream and stomp on the ground creating a small crater, destroying the also concrete floor with another boom. The grandmaster does not even stumble or change his expression with my threat.

"Then kill me. If you wish that so that is..." He says calmly. I rise up and throw a kick towards his head, stopping at the last second only millimeters from his face. His eyes are still and he didn't even blink. His white hair blows in the direction of my kick. I fall on my knees again, bursting into a spasm of sobs.

"Oh, Ji Hoo..." The grandmaster kneels and holds me. He comforts me as if my mother would. I sob.

"Old man, I'm sorry... I'm still so weak..." I say between my tears.

"Ji Hoo. Do not worry." He says and I finally stop sobbing. I let out a deep breathe as he lets go. I let out a small laugh. Old man... That brought back memories.

"Want to talk to this old man?" The grandmaster says smiling. I smile back.

"It's a long story, old man." I say and he laughs.

"Hey! I'm an old man but I still have all the time in the world." He says chuckling.

"Well, then... It started when I met..."

(10 years ago)  

Ji Hoo's POV

I watched the boys approach me and I braced myself. Their attack knocked over my chair and they kicked me on the ground; my arms and legs felt like they were broken.

"STOP!" I hear a voice say and an older girl walks over. The boys freeze and stare at her in shock. She has sleek black hair and cat-like eyes. She approaches the boy with attitude in each of her steps.

"Hey! What do you boys think you're doing?" She says. I clenched the dirt on the ground in my hands.

"Don't... come here..." I whisper as she approaches me.

"What would a bitch like you want with this freak?!" One of the boys yell and irritation appears on her face.

"Stop!" I yell with my remaining energy. A boy's foot greets me face. The taste of iron fills my mouth.

"You sure got a dirty mouth, kid..." The girl says cracking her knuckles. The boys also do so in response.

"So watcha gonna do about it, bitch?" The same boy says.

"Clean it up for ya." She says punching the boy and he falls over. The other boys gang up on her and she's overwhelmed momentarily. She kicks dirt into one boy's eyes and takes down the other, following in suit with the blinded boy. The third boy who feel comes from behind me with a knife.

"Bitch, he's gonna pay for what you've done." He says holding me by the neck. I struggle but it's useless. The other boys who were supposed to have been defeated get up and hold her down from behind. She struggles to escape but fails.

"Now watch." He says and drives deep cuts across my arms and legs. I scream in pain. Blood spurts out everywhere. My world blacks out for a few moments.

-

The next time I open my eyes I hear sirens and lay in the dirt which was now mud from the rain.  

"Shit, let's run. It's the cops!" One boy says and mud splashes on my face as they run. I look for the girl and she was down from the beating she'd been given.

"No..." I say reaching for her lifeless hand. It was still warm. Alive. I thought. Someone picks me up and puts me on a stretcher and I black out again.

-

My eyes open to a bright light flashing. I was being rushed down a hallway with people in blue scrubs around me. Look to my side and the girl is rushed beside me. My eyes flutter but I enter the surgical room and my vision is blurry but still working. I was separated from the girl and the surgeons talk in a flurry of words.

"He's lost too much blood."

"Call the anesthesiologist!"

"He's... a goner."

A moment of silence fills the room.

Was I... going to die?

TO BE CONTINUED

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