I arrive at the address Pierre sent me and call him.
"Dick head. I'm here, now where the fuck am I going exactly.?"
"Quite the potty mouth huh? Walk into the dark building in front of you, take the stairs to the right and enter the first room you see."
This is what I get for being a rich guy's daughter.
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I enter the room I was directed to and I'm met with total darkness.
The fuck. This guy thinking he's a vampire or something, ya girl needs light.
I feel the wall near the door and touch what feels like a switch, so I flip it. The room is instantly illuminated with a bright light that blinds my eyes momentarily.
I look around the room and locate the reason I even came here. Also, the reason why I'm gonna fight someone.
Yanyan is strapped to a chair, shirtless and filled with bruises. His hair, wet from perspiration is matted to his head.
"Crap Yanyan." I run to him and cup his face, gently lifting it to look at me. His face looks even worse than the rest of him. Cut, bruised, bleeding, scratched. It just makes me feel 10× guiltier than I already do. The sight of him like this also ignites a burning rage in me to utterly destroy whoever did this to him.
"K-k-kae?" He asks not really believing his eyes. He must think he's hallucinating due to the loss of blood. "Yes, it's me. Don't worry I'll make sure you get out of here." I pull out a switch blade from my pocket and cut him loose with some effort. Fuck this is quality leather.
"I though I said come unarmed." I jump at the sudden voice behind me before my eyes harden in hate. "Pierre." The one human I utterly and completely despise at this point.
"Did you honestly think I would bring absolutely nothing?" I glare at the being in front of me.
"Honestly? No." He whips out a gun and points it to Yanyan.
"You said you wouldn't hurt him."
"And you believed me? Sad." He begins laughing hysterically.
"At least you'll die next to your lover boy. And I will finally be number one." He cocks the gun and aims for me. The trigger is released and....................
....Pierre falls to the floor, a bullet in his head.
Yanyan stumbles to hug me laughing. "You beat him." I feel safe engulfed in his embrace.
"I-i did. Didn't I?" I croak before falling into his arms.
Yanyan's POV
I begin to panic when she falls unconscious in my arms. I don't understand what's happening till I see a wide splotch of dark red staining her shirt.
He shot her too.
