Of Guns And Covens

Within seconds, he will pull the trigger and a bullet will fly straight through my head.I would die. I, a young boy at the age of 20 who never got to experience life and who had never committed a crime would die in the hands of an angry mobster. How could such an atrocious fate conquer my life? Wasn't it too cruel?

I could not escape nor fight for myself. These were the last few seconds of my life and all I could do was close my eyes and think of mama and papa. I let myself smile, reminiscing over that one happy day at the beach where I held mama and papa's hands and ran along the shore.

"I love you mama, papa," I whispered as a tear rolled down my cheek.

I could sense him pulling the trigger and then the sound of a gunshot reached my ears...

I reluctantly opened my eyes and my vision grew bleary. I felt myself sway as my feet started to tremble incessantly. I expected my head to ache or my body to collapse weakly without any conscience at all. But as I stood weakly, with my eyes finally starting to focus and become lucent, the motionless body which lay in front of me caused a wave of nausea to rise in my stomach.

The claw-marked mobster was lying down on the ground, a pool of scarlet blood surrounding his limp body. He still held the gun in his hand, his fingers loosened around its handle. The pungent smell of blood and death hung heavily in the night air and the image of his bleeding chest was too horrifying for me to take in.

"Are you okay?" a deep male voice asked, waking me up from my terror.

I didn't need to turn around to know who he was. That voice always made me shiver and filled my heart with algid emotions. Nevertheless, I did turn around. Maybe I was still trapped in my terror or maybe it was the effect of my draining pandemonium. But I turned around weakly, my whole body shivering like a twig being attacked by a violent storm.

He stood tall behind me, a gun in his hand and a nefarious expression carved all over his wintry face. His cryptic grey eyes reminded me of predatory wolves who roamed the dark woods at nightfall.

Lee Rowoon

He looked like the Asian version of Eros. But he had a very dark and evil aura painted over his enigmatic seductiveness. I don't know much about Eros but Rowoon was pure evil in human form. At least that was how I saw him.

Just looking straight into his eyes made me recall all the terrifying experiences I was forced to endure in the past few weeks.

"Aren't you gonna say something? Or are you just gonna stare at me with those big doe eyes of yours?"

"Wait, so I didn't die?" I asked dumbfoundedly, not thinking twice about the words that escaped my lips so carelessly.

"No. I saved you. Are you dumb?... I mean can't you understand what happened here? I shot that guy in order to save you and all you do is gawk at me with wide eyes and ask me weird questions about whether you are dead or alive. Urggg you're so irritating!" Rowoon ran his hand through his silky black hair and looked up at the sky, a sunken expression passing over his face.

How did he get here? How did he know that I was in danger? He couldn't have just miraculously appeared behind me, posing to protect me like a guardian angel. Of all the people out there, Lee Rowoon was the one who saved my life. My worst Enemy saved me from my Death.

I still couldn't believe what happened or what it felt like to have one's entire life reduced to a single moment.

My whole life seemed to just flash right in front of my eyes.

"Get behind me. It isn't safe," Rowoon pulled me by my shoulders and placed my shivering body behind his bulky self. He was standing in front of me like a bodyguard, having a firm grip on the gun while his hawk eyes roamed over the empty bridge.

And after some mere seconds of awkward asf silence, like a miracle out of a fairytale, a shining black Ferrari pulled over near us, their doors automatically opening before the car even stopped.

Two men who sat on the front seats rushed out of the car and stood near us, like a couple of sculpted mannequins. They were wearing a suit and tie, and they had a very cool, respectful demeanor.

"Mr. Lee we need you in the car sir. It's for your safety," one of the men said while giving a very low bow.

I swear his head would've touched the ground if he kept going all the way down. Pfft

"I'm not leaving without him Kai," Rowoon replied while dragging my arm and opening the back seat door of the Ferrari.

"Are you fuckin kidding me? What! Are you trying to kidnap me now, after all the troubles you caused me? This all happened because of you. I almost died because of you! Oh my gosh...what type of shit have I gotten myself into?!" the point is, I have never cursed so much in my life. But Rowoon made me wanna throw every cuss word at him cas I was so tired of his mere existence.

"I saved you remember?! Now quit being such a brat and get in the damn car!"

"No. I won't you psychopath! You don't get to order me around you piece of garbage!"

"Fine. If you want it the rough way, let's make it rough," Rowoon said with a dangerous smirk on his face.

His next few actions were too quick for the mortal eye to behold. He pulled out a handkerchief from his coat and covered my nose with it. He was grabbing my face and neck so roughly that it almost made me choke.

The handkerchief emitted a very strong fragrance. It smelled like it was a mixture of alcohol and some other acidic drug but I couldn't figure out what. Nor could I fight to keep the handkerchief away from my nose. As the tangy smell of the handkerchief conquered my respiratory system, my eyes blurred out and my whole body started to float in a dreamy delirium.

I was drugged.

"You pervert! Did did you just drug me? How dare you! You Stupid Ass! I'm gonna pull out your brain and..."

my words died down as I slumped over Rowoon's chest, my legs weak and my body too infirm to stand straight.

"I guess that's the queue to leave," Rowoon said while gathering my body into his arms and laying me carefully on the back seat of the luxurious car.

My eyes were half-closed, the drug doing its trick in my body as it filled me with a very heavy feeling of calmness.

After Rowoon seated himself on the far corner of the seat, he extended his long arms in my direction and grabbed my waist. Within a blink of an eye, I was sitting on Rowoon's lap, my head resting on his chest while his hands ran through my tousled hair.

"Now you let the drug do its trick little rabbit," he said.

The Ferrari jumped into life and flashed through the streets of Seoul at a fuzzy speed. I could only stay motionless, listening to the soft beat of Rowoon's heart while his fingers played with my unruly hair.

"You won't get away with this you you psycho..." I mumbled angrily.

"Sleep tight little rabbit. You have a long night ahead of you," he said with a hint of lust in his tone.

I was too high cas of the drug that I couldn't smack him or blame him or even jump out of the rich ass car. I nervously pondered over what Rowoon will do to my drunken self and finally decided to hatch a plan to escape him. But before I could create a sketch of the plan in my brain, my eyes started to close, and sleep mercilessly took me into its garden of poisoned dreams.