[DISCONTINUED] Catnip // Kitty Gang X Agust D

서른 여덟//38//잭슨 왕

Jackson Wang

"FUCK!"

My eyes opened. They paused, and I took a few hard breaths. "Like my toy?" She giggled then poked me in the side again. I was shocked by something. Not as bad as a tazer, though, but bad.

"No." I hissed. 

She laughed. "I wonder why Jackson wants to play with a little pussycat like you." She slowly walked into my line of vision.

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, elevator girl."

She smirked at me and then pulled out a walkie-talkie. "Jackson oppa. He's awake." After a couple seconds Jackson responded with static. Elevator-girl grinned. "Maybe we can play later."

With that, she pranced out of the room.

Psychopath.

After a long time, the door opened. In walked a man about my height with dark, raven hair and a grim expression. Not grim, but angry, rather. The kind of anger you can only emit in silence.

We stared at each other coldly until he spoke. "Do you know who I am?"

I looked away for any means of escape. "Of course not. Psycho."

He leaned against the wall and folded his arms. He was eerily calm. "Remember GW1?"

I scoffed. "That stupid gang war?"

"Stupidly named, maybe, but not stupid."

I looked at him with a glare. "What are you getting at? Tell me, kill me, and we can get everything over with."

He smiled. "You wouldn't want us to kill your boyfriend, would you? I'm keeping you alive. For now."

"He's not my boyfriend." I hissed. "Kill him if you want." But the words sounded bitter and wrong in my mouth. 

He chuckled. "I don't think so."

"Then what do you want?" I didn't want to shout, but it came out loudly anyway. I didn't want to provoke this maniac.

He smiled. "Revenge. It's kind of obvious."

"I don't even know you." I continued. "Just kill me and get it over with."

He frowned and pouted. "Well that wouldn't be fun. There has to be a little torture nudged in there somewhere, right?"

"Bastard."

He laughed and picked up the long black stick elevator-girl had been holding. "Do you know what this is?" He turned it on and I heard a faint buzz.

"A cattle prod."

He waved the tip at me. "You're smart." He switched it off. "But this isn't mine. I have a better idea."

He walked over and hung the cattle prod on the wall, then walked back over to me.

"You see, after the death of someone very close to me," He paused and adjusted his watch. "The NIS found me. Interrogated me. Let's just say they weren't very nice."

I narrowed my eyes. "And you want to do to me what they did to you?"

He smiled again but only glanced at me. "How clever." Away went his smile. "They tortured me because they thought I killed him. Mark was innocent. I stood over his body. They put two and two together."

"I don't want to hear your whole life story." I muttered.

"I'm getting there." He looked at me and fixed his shirt. "What they did to me should have been done to you." He growled. "It's your fault he's dead."