Regularly Irregular

CHAPTER 20 - The Rescue Team

!!TW AHEAD!!

The cold feeling of steel ran across your stomach, goosebumps forming in its wake.

Your heart sank to your stomach. You were running dry on tears to cry.

The fabric of your clothing was removed with such delicacy, you would think it was a trained medical professional cutting away gauze.

But it wasn't.

It was a psychotic man with much too handsome a face. His features were chiseled but kind, yet his eyes were filled with a dangerous lust. The nerves in your leg were still sending pain signals to your brain. There was nothing you could do. Should you draw out your stand you would be murdered in an instant. You were a hostage, but your worth to the pair that kidnapped you was close to nothing.

Inch by inch the man, Nine, cut away at your sweater. Your skirt. He sliced and sliced until there was the bare minimum of fabric covering your body. Your were exposed, and vulnerable. There was little left of your dignity to hang onto, the only thing keeping you going being the hope of Kakyoin rescuing you.

"Say," Nine's blade rested at the bottom of what was left of you sweater, threatening to cut upwards and expose your chest. "Do I look... familiar?"

Your pupils shook with terror as you stared up at him. You found it odd he said that, a sense of deja vu washing over your mind. Did he look familiar? At a quick glimpse his face did look similar to someone you have run into before, but there was no way you'd ever be associated with someone such as him. On the other hand maybe it wasn't someone you knew, but someone you had a short interaction with....

"Maybe this will jog your memory." Nine removed the dark hoodie he was wearing, revealing the male uniform of your school.

"How did you...?"

"Get a uniform for your school? It was easy, really. I used my stand to track a kid that was about the same build as me and had Joy take care of the rest," he shrugged.

Did he... kill someone for that uniform? You thought to yourself. Did he kill someone... just to get ahold of me? Is it my fault?

"Do you really not remember?" A pout graced his stunning features. "How rude. I remember every face I see. Truthfully, yours is one of my favorites." He brought his face close to yours, lips ghosting over yours. You moved your head back, avoiding his unwelcome gesture.

He rolled his eyes in annoyance, flicking his wrist up slightly. The blade that was pressed against your skin left suddenly, making a small tear in what was left of your sweater.

Nine wasn't going to cut it apart all at once. He was going to make you suffer.

"I guess I'll just tell you then." He flicked the blade upwards once more, creating a large enough tear that the fabric began to slowly rip in its own. "I bumped into you at your school. It was really easy, those hallways are much too crowded. After that all I had to do was use my Stand, Love Talk, to track you down. It allows me to know the immediate location of anyone I come into contact with, which is why it's so important for me to know faces and names. Otherwise how else would I be able to keep tabs in every person I've ever met?"

You were so terrified at this point you were unable to feel any other emotion. The tearing noise of your uniform sounded like a gunshot. It was the only thing your senses were able to focus on. You were unsure of how much longer it would be able to hold out for.

"When you look at me with that expression it only makes me want to play with you more," Nine smiled, the corners of his lips reaching all the way to his ears. He truly was a terrifying man.