Killer Cruise

Chapter 44

Your POV:

This overgrown spore really thinks he can keep me out?!

"Isn't she (y/n)? She's punching that poor guy,"

My hands freeze, the haze of anger diminishing.

"No wonder she has people like that after her,"

How is that my fault?

"I wish she never boarded this cruise,"

"How vicious,"

"Do you think we should stand with that man, I don't want her on board either,"

Don't.... please.

"Are you crazy, what if she hits you next?"

"She's a monster "

Retracting my hands, I scramble to my feet, getting off the man, his face and stuff is still in tact but he seems to be in a daze.

"We go," Jin came to my side, pulling me along, Jimin and Taehyung right behind us as we fled.

Fear-stricken people soon no longer gave much care about us, all just wanting to survive as well.

Somewhere along the way we run into Namjoon, Noah and Jungkook, all of us hurriedly heading to our room, awaiting us outside the door, Lynne slumped over on the floor, stream of blood going down her left leg while Hannah hovers around her, going into histerics as Lorraine tries consoling them both.

"What happened?"

"It was a trap," Lorraine brings up a silver pen from her pocket, pressing it's side a small harmless red beam of light shoots out from it onto the wall.

"I'm so sorry-"

"Not your fault kid, we've got bigger issues," Lorraine cuts me off, gesturing to Lynne, agony written all over her face.

"I'll get the door," Noah, takes out the access card, swiping it per usual, whats unusual is his grimace when his right hand grabs hold of the door handle, retracting his hand he opens the door with his left hand instead.

Hm, is he injured?

Lynne screaming brought my attention back to her, moving aside I make way for them to carry her in. On the inside, Taehyung and Noah move things off the wooden coffee table.

They place her on it, all of us glancing between each other.

"I'll go see if the medics are available," I pipe up, staggering away from the blood now pooling around her thigh.

"I'll follo-" Lorraine starts, only to be cut off by Namjoon.

"No I will, let's go," Namjoon jogs up to me, not even giving the rest a chance to interfere before ushering me out the door.

The hallways were still crowded, everyones face sullen, memories of earlier haunting them.

Not Namjoon, he's as alert as ever, on edge, his head glancing behind us ever so often.

"You good?"

His attention snaps to me, momentarily glancing around, as if he were looking for someone before speaking "(Y/n), theres something weird about Lorraine,"

"Yea she's an egoistical-"

"Not that," he harshly cuts me off "something else, you see our Jungkook has a very acute sense of smell and when we ran into Lorraine ...Jungkook said she smells like gunpowder,"

I choke on my saliva.

"Gunpowder? Are.. are you sure? How does Jungkook even know what gunpowder smells like?"