God Is A Woman. /KTH/

6

Taehyung instantly wraps his hand around the mans throat and uses all his strength to roll him over onto the ground. Although he's strong, he's not strong enough.

I watch in horror as the man shoves Taehyung off him and into the wall, I hear the crack of his spine. The giant man stands back up and throws a punch at Taehyung who manages to dodge it. The man warily turns to face me and I instantly throw the knife straight at his neck.

Good aim.

I hit him straight in the throat.

I should be proud, but I'm disgusted. How could I kill someone like that?

I watch as his body falls lifelessly to the floor, causing the house to shake as he lands in his own pool of blood.

I still feel that uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Hearing the sound of footsteps, I assume it's backup and turn to see another man's face for a matter of milliseconds before I'm thrown to the floor.

I can feel the burning sensation in my shin. Lucky for me the pain is less powerful than for a normal person. I look up at Taehyung who's now standing tall facing the man.

His eyes are a deep shade of purple and the man who threw me to the ground is moving in slow motion. As I look closer at Taehyung I see his lips are muttering words to the man, they are only just audible.

Incredible.

I pull myself up and look at Taehyung in amazement. From the slow movements of the man he appears to be running straight for Taehyung. I dart forward and grab him by the collar, pulling his body backwards and slamming him into the ground; causing him to fall unconscious.

"You should've let me do that, angel," Taehyung says, his eyes returning to a deep shade of brown. I can feel my heart flutter at the nickname.

"You seemed preoccupied." I state, turning and walking out; trying to ignore the thousands of wings flapping in my chest.

Hoseok chirps through the earpiece, "How did that one go?"

"Well we made it out alive, Taehyung's cuffing two escapees right now." I lean my back against the door frame as I wait patiently for Taehyung to come out. "You might need to call in some people to take them back though, they're both very large and muscular."

As I finish my sentence, Taehyung leaves the room, dragging both men along the ground. Damn he's strong. "You going to help me, angel?"

I walk towards the man I think is a bit lighter and grab his collar, pulling him along the ground. I look back at Taehyung who's swung his man over his shoulder. "I take it back, Hoseok, we won't need anyone."

"Roger that." He says and buzzes out.

It takes what seems like hours to drag the weighty bodies back to the vehicles and by the time we get there the rest of the team have assembled.

"Good job, guys," Namjoon says, taking the man from my grasp and easily lifting him onto his shoulders, placing him beside the rest of the escapees. "Good job, Ari, you did well."

I nod at him and stand uncomfortably between Yoongi and Jungkook.

Namjoon turns to the others as he speaks, "We'll head back now; some guards are on their way to pick the escapees up."

We all head to our vehicles and as I'm about to get in I feel someone tug on my wrist. I turn round to face Taehyung, who looks as gorgeous as ever.

"You did good today, angel, I look forward to being partnered with you in the future."

-

By the time we get back to the Phuture complex it's about 2am. Jungkook fell asleep in the car and I'm pretty sure Jin has eaten at least five times his weight in food. Impressive.

"I'm so tired." I yawn, letting my head fall back onto the headrest.

"It's because you're not used to this, you haven't even had any training." Namjoon calls from the front. "When we get back we have a short meeting and then you can rest."

Jin smiles at me in sympathy before returning to the mass of food in front of him. He offers me a bite but I refuse.

"Only ten minutes," Namjoon mutters, budging Jungkook with his elbow to wake him up. Jungkook replies via murmur. "Jungkook, even Ari's staying awake, we'll be back soon."

Jin preoccupies me in the time left before we arrive back by making horrendous, but sweet, jokes.

"Okay, we're here." Namjoon says, pulling up and we all begin to get out. The other car pulls up beside us and I accidentally catch Taehyung's foggy gaze as he climbs out. His eyes refocus on me and he smiles warmly, clearly he's sleepy too.

Namjoon leads us all back inside and we get to the fifth floor by lift. There seems to be a never ending silence between everyone, maybe it's just my presence.

I watch as Jungkook begins to fall asleep again, resting his head on one of Jin's broad shoulders.

Ping.

The doors open and we all follow Namjoon out, heading inside a rather small room. I see a tall, expensive looking man standing in the centre of the room and to my shock I see Tasmin in the corner.

What is she doing here?

All of the boys straighten up as soon as they enter the room, their casual auras go from comfortable to intense. Even Taehyung's face no longer shows a confident smirk, they all seem like tiny mice in comparison to this man. Not physically, of course.

"We haven't met yet, have we?" The man asks, I can hear the bitter arrogance in his voice. "I'm the head of Phuture. You may call me Mr. G, as I'm not far off a God. I am, in fact, the most powerful man you will meet."

I wince at his intense over-confidence.

He gently pushes back his thick gelled hair, "You must be Adriana. You wer-"

"-Ariana." I interrupt, immediately seeing the boys become uncomfortable at my correction.

"Ariana. Well, it doesn't matter anyway, things like you don't need names." My blood begins to boil...things. What a self-righteous twat. "You were selected by me to join this team, I know they may not be legendary but they are the best we have, so don't ruin this team or I'll be forced to ruin you."

People like him don't scare me.

"I decided to bring you to this room to show you exactly that. Exactly what will happen to you if you fuck up my best unit. And, the brutality you're required to have to succeed in a team like this." He pulls out a gun from behind him and hands it to me. I can feel my heartbeat quicken and I glance with anxiety at Tamsin. "Jimin, bring that chair over and put this lady on it."

I watch as Jimin does as he says.

"I want you to look her in the eyes, Ariana." He smirks, clearly knowing what he's doing and being so happy with himself for it, "I've heard you're both familiar with each other. We wouldn't want a potential threat of two of you teaming up, would we?"

I can feel it coming. I can feel the pressure building up inside me. I can't let go, I can't let go, hold it in.

"I think you know what I want you to do." He stands behind me, his large figure pressing against my small one. Reaching his hand out, he pulls my arm up and forces me to aim straight between Tamsin's eyes. He flicks off the safety and rests his hands on my sides, a shiver running down my spine at the unwelcome contact.

I can feel gazes burning into me from all directions and I feel as though my mind is suffocating. His lips are next to my ear as he begins to whisper.

"Shoot her."