Deadly Touch | Han Jisung

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"Nine!"

I shot off down the dark path, unsure of where exactly I was planning to run to. If I went back to the orphanage, I would be putting everyone else in danger as well as myself. I had instinctively began running to town, where I could find a phone and call the police. But I knew deep down that I wouldn't be able to make it there. Not before Jisung caught me.

"Eight!"

Jisung was insanely fast. The speed and ease he had taken that man down with was breathtaking. My eyes could hardly even catch it, he seemed to just vanish into a blur of colour. If he wanted to catch me then I truly believed he would do. I didn't really believe I could escape him but it still felt like I should try.

"Seven!"

I felt that familiar dread begin to boil up inside of me, bubbling up and spilling out of my eyes in the form of tears. I could feel my body shake from the fear I had of him.

"Six!"

The way he had spoken to that man, his tone of voice, that look of rage that was in his eyes when he had brought him to the ground kept running through my mind. He seemed to flip from joking and lovable to physcotic and dangerous in seconds. If he had lost his temper with the man for trying to stab him, what would he do to me when I had actually stabbed him?

"Five!"

A tiny shred of hope appeared in me. The sound of his voice was so far away from me, so distant. I wasn't thinking too logically at this point, part of my brain was thinking that I had outran him. I lied to myself, thinking that maybe I had made enough distance to escape him.

"Four!"

But Jisung wasn't normal. A human, unless trained in running, would never be able to catch up to me at this point. But Jisung was a vampire.

"Three!"

He would catch me. Why does he even want to kidnap me? My assumption was to kill me, but why not just do it here? It was clear he had the strengths and the means to do so-

"Two!"

-but yet he toyed and played with me. If he didn't want to kill me, then what did he want with me?

"One!"

It was finally time. I wondered if he would be angry, enraged that I had hurt him. Of course he would. He had proven to me that he had an incredibly short temper and I had literally stabbed him.

"Ready or not, here I come!"

Maybe the stab wound will slow him down...

I continued to run as fast as I possibly could, but I could hear him running close behind me. I become aware of how much I had slowed by now, with my lungs burning like they had been set alight, my legs cramping up and my entire body starting to refuse to listen to me.

The pain was unbearable at this point and I wanted to just collapse into the snow and let it cool me down. But I knew I had to keep heading forward.

I wanted to keep pushing forward but I couldn't help but to slow down. Then, what felt like a lifetime later but was probably only seconds, something smashed hard into my body and launched me into the air.

I went flying pretty high, hitting the ground with an thud sound. I was shaking and crying uncontrollably, wanting to yell out for help but I knew nobody would come. Plus, my throat was already throbbing and I didn't think my voice would manage.

I looked up to see Jisung standing over me. His shirt was stained with a lot of blood but he didn't seem too fazed by it.

He peeled off his shirt, cursing a string of vile words as he did so. Now I could see his chest, which was incredibly toned but my eyes couldn't help but be drawn to his cut. There was plenty blood out of it, probably from the running, but it already looked to be healing.

I wanted to apologise, beg for mercy but I could hardly breath, never mind talk. He looked at his cut, probing it with his finger and gritting his teeth. So he can feel pain. At least I know that for the future.

His dark eyes met mine and my blood went cold. I'm fucked.

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