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Cold. That was all I could feel.
There was a cold silence that I endured, gnawing at me tenaciously, accompanying the cool breeze that lingered in the vacancy of my chest. It felt intuitive, seeming deliberate, as if the ghastly lack of uproar was supposed to manducate me internally, although that alone would have sufficed.
I figured we all felt the same way.
Subconsciously, I flashed a look towards Jackson, who appeared disoriented, as if his blood had just gone cold. The altering of his behavior indicated he was probably perturbed, and although the possibility of death was still likely, there was a slight bit of reassurance that couldn't be helped, conquering me knowing that this wasn't on me.
My thoughts were in a frenzy, wavering almost like a flame-unsteadly with a quick, quivering motion. I wondered what now? Will we make it? There were sounds-grunts and groans-and although the strange was evidently dazed by it, he patently had no intentions of taking his eyes off of us.
Smart move.
Who he was was an enigma in itself, yet there was something far more mysterious about him, graved deeper than his motives. It was obvious that Jackson alone had perpetrated some act to piss the brunet off, and unfortunately we were caught in the midst of the get-back plan, and then there was the odds of going down with it as well.
"Are you tongue-tied, Jackie? I'd hate to have to shoot the girl over here in order to get you to talk. And then, let your boss deal with you, and I'm sure you know how he gets when outraged." The man belched a harsh-sounding laugh, analogous to the grim and raspy tone of his voice, like nails on chalk. He walked over to my spot-the end the chair-and held a firearm to my face.
Clearly it worked, and whether he feared the outcome of my death, or genuinely cared, which the latter was unlikely, it irked an incensed facial expression from Jackson. "What do you want, Jaebeom? Seonghwa is psychopath, but him versus Gold Feather? Unmatched."
The rhythm of my breathing sped up vastly, now at fast and unsteady pace, as irregular as a band of kids who didn't know how to play instruments like drums or cymbals. He was trying, but it wasn't exactly working, unlike whatever method of ways the Jaebeom guy was using.
Jaebeom laughed odiously, "So you're on their side now? Wow, you guys should be careful-apparently he likes to hop groups. And if you're so, what was the word, unmatched, how come you have yet to end Seonghwa?"
"It isn't a matter of ending him that I was referencing," Jackson scowled, "I'm saying that if you hurt her, yes Seonghwa will probably kill you in cold blood. But it wouldn't take much for Gold Feather to eliminate you and everything you've got."
