Killer Cruise

Chapter 2

There's a good chance this won't work if he's not straight, but it's worth a shot if it prevents the other guy from dying.

I quietly slipped in and drew closer to them, their backs were now turned to me. I can't smash the glass onto his head yet, the broken pieces could injure the other guy.

"Hey!" I called out just as the kidnapper is about to smash a plate onto his victim.

"Fvck off-" he paused midway, now fully facing me.

I flashed him.

In the brief distracted moment, the other guy took the chance to bite down on his kidnappers fingers hard.

The kidnapper wailed in pain letting go off his victim entirely. I let my shirt fall and lunged forward, smashing the glass on his head, the purple liquid flying out and landing everywhere.

He fell to the ground, a glimmering piece of glass sticking out of a nasty gash on his forehead. I faced the other guy, staring at me with wide eyes and panting.

Before I could say anything his upper body drops into a 90⁰ bow

"Xièxiè ni,"
(Thank you)

Mandarin? Is he Chinese? 

"Uh.. wo bù- ...speak," I replied...well tried too at least.
(I don't-)

He straightens up and the guy on the floor stirs slightly. Panic splattered across both our faces.

"Run," I whisper to him.

"Run?" One of his well defined eyebrows shot up.

Does he really not understand me at all? The kidnapper sat upright, still in a daze but reaching out to the both of us.

"Run!" I waste no time in grabbing his hand and pulling him out the door. I didn't just flash some rando for it to go in vain. In the corner of my eyes I catch the kidnapper unsteadily get back onto his feet.

The pretty guy I saved saw it too and took the lead as we ran down the corridor. Just as we turn left, the sound of the door slamming open echoes through the quiet corridors.

Where the hell are the other staff!

And my feet were on the verge of breaking, I truly believe I only haven't fallen from running in heels due to him pulling me along.

"Here," I whispered, tugging at his arm harshly as I got the door of another storage room open.

Shoving him in first, I then gently close the door and switch on the lights.

He's squatting on the floor, panting slightly, sweat beaded across his face.

I opted to sit on a dusty plastic chair in the corner, surrounded by various boxes and shelves with pillows still in plastic. 

Nothing could be heard except for our breathing, as curious as I was about the stranger I saved, my feet were a bigger issue at the moment.

I gently slipped the heels off, revealing the reddened skin and in some places the uppermost layer of skin had broke, thankfully there were no blisters at least.

"You," the person forcefully called out.

Crap ...my feet don't  stink or something right?

When I look at him there's not even a trace of anger, just awe.

"You strong power-" he held up his slightly red hand, the one I had been clutching moments ago "-Thank you," he bowed his head once more.

"Welcome," I unsurely bowed my head slightly at him as well. When I meet his gaze once more it's just that same awe-filled expression, sparkling eyes, glowing cheeks and a small open-mouthed smile.

....wait a minute, he was obviously about to get kidnapped for a reason. What if he's the real evil guy here and I helped him escape?

I instinctively pointed the pointy bit of high heels at him and grabbed a pillow as a shield "Who are you?"

Shock fluttered across his features, his head quirked to the side, genuinely seeming surprised at my reaction. A small smirk flashed across his face, satisfied with my blank stare.

"My name ..." he paused for a moment, eyes glancing down at my feet before returning to meet my gaze "Kim Renoir,"

Kim Renoir?

Kim is a Korean family name isn't it? Renoir ...Renoir is French, no? Maybe he's of mixed ethnicity?

"Kim Renoir?" I repeated.

He nodded proudly, drawing closer, I hurled one of the heels at him to which he swiftly avoided and lifted his hands like a criminal that's been caught.

"I not hurt you!" He yelped, hesitantly taking another step closer "you leg-" he pointed at my feet "-hurt."

I drew my feet closer to myself.

"I help. You sabeu me. I help leg," He stopped when he was only a foot away from me, pulling a small container out of his pocket. It looked like some kind of herbal balm.

Slowly, I nodded. He crouched down in front of me, carefully lifting my foot, resting it atop his thigh. After he unscrewed the top of his little container he lightly dabbed some of its gel-like contents onto the most reddened areas of my feet. His fingers moving so lightly and quickly that I barely even felt them. The only way of knowing he even touched my feet was the cooling sensation left behind by the balm.

His dirty blond hair fell in front of his face as he concentrated.

Damn, his bleached hair is really fried.

"Your hair ...it's pretty but it looks so fried,"

He gazed up at me, confusion swirling across his face.

"Uh, sorry, that was way too forward of me,"

'Ah' he unsurely mumbled nodding back at me. He went back to his work momentarily before speaking again "sor-ry," 

Huh?

"My speak. I know little engeu-lish not big engeu-lish," he shot me a nervous smile as he finished up.

"Oh...no need to apologise for that," I assured him but he just unsurely nodded once more, "well, where are you from Renoir?" 

"South Korea." He nods once.

"Oh..." I trailed off, just letting silence hang in the air

He made no attempt to say anything more, making his way towards the door and peeking out. I gripped tighter onto my shoe again, ready to use it as defence just in case.

He could be a bad guy here.

"What do you do?"

His head swerves back, confusion evident "what I? ..what?"

"Job?" I tried using a synonym, perhaps he knows that instead

"Stebeu Jobs?" He asks back, a small glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Sighing, I shake my head "No. What do you work as,"

"Sec-shi porn star." He nonchalantly replied, still examining the outside through the ajar door.

Kim Renoir the sexy porn star?

Never heard of him.

Oh! That must be why he seemed a little shocked when I didn't know who he was, he must be some bigshot in that industry.

I try standing up but the moment my feet hit the ground little streaks of pain shoot up my leg. I grimaced, hissing slightly from the sharp sting.

"Yah! Shit down, shit down," instantaneously two hand firmly planted themselves onto my shoulders and gently but firmly pushed me back down onto the chair.

He stared me down with eyes so serious it compelled me to stay put. "Down," he repeated an octave lower.

Holy yes da- NOO!

Bad (y/n)!

I slap my cheeks, already red from embarrassment, to which he just strangely stared at and backed away.

Things were starting to feel normal, well as normal as can be in such a situation.

Until the lights went off.