A loud bang and the door is blasted off its hinges. I gasp. Dust erupts in the air. My hands automatically flies to my face, shielding my eyes. No sound escapes from me. Heart beating frantically, I duck on the side of the bed.

Suddenly, I realize this might be my one and only chance to escape.

No. I'm not gonna die on my birthday. I'm not going to allow it!

With a renewed sense of determination, I make a mad dash for the door but before I can reach it, I stumble at the sharp edge of broken woods. I'm going to fall on my face! My stomach is hit by something hard, knocking air out of my lungs.

"Easy love. You're heading straight towards them," a man I have never seen before whispers in my ear. He eases me to my feet before removing his arms from around my waist.

Coughing, I force myself to ask, "Who are you?!"

"No time," he says and he shoves me toward the window that Song Joong Ki has opened.

Before I know it, I am hanging from my kidnapper's firm hold. His right arm is around me while his other hand is holding the rope they anchored on the balcony of our hotel room.

I look at my right and I see the new guy rappelling down silently next to us.

I am pressed against Joong Ki's chest, holding his waist for dear life. We are still five floors up!

"Take a deep breath and close your eyes," my kidnapper instructs.

"And then what? You'll drop me? Hell no. I'm not going to die without a fight," I say, gritting my teeth. I tighten my hold around his middle.

"No. We will drop. But if you want to fight me now, be my guest. You will end up fighting for your death and not for your life," he says, his voice strangled. I must be holding unto him way too tight.

"Close your eyes. I will not repeat anymore," he seethes.

For the love of my life, I do what he asks. After a second, I can feel the wind sweeping my hair from my face. I feel like I am in a rollercoaster ride! We are falling. Fast! I cannot scream. My stomach feels queasy. If I open my mouth, I'm going to throw up!

Dammit. Did someone cut the rope?!

And then it's all over. We land smoothly on the ground. Well, the two guys did. As soon as my feet reach the ground, I drop on all fours, trying to puke my guts out. No vomit comes out. It occurs to me that we still haven't eaten anything since last night. I'm not so sure with the two guys, though. I'm the one who was tied up in bed after all.

And it's like noon time already!

"Get up. They will catch us," Song Joong Ki tells me. I wipe the tears from my eyes and try to get up but my knees feel weak.

"Hurry up!" the other guy says.

I look up and see several men in black suits following our trail using the same rope we used. I groan. I cannot run, let alone stand straight.

"I... I can't," I gasp. My stomach heaves again but no vomit comes out. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

"I'll carry you," the other guy offers.

I am only too glad to agree but Song Joong Ki shoves his backpack to the other guy and without another word, grabs my middle and flips me over so that I'm dangling from his right shoulder, my face facing his lower back. He runs toward a small alley leading to the opposite Street.

If anything, I feel even more sick of the sudden move but with the current situation, I am in no place to argue. I close my eyes tightly, trying to shut off the dizziness in my head.

"Rain! Get the car, quick," I hear Song Joong Ki say.

What rain? I wonder vaguely.

After a few more dizzy seconds, he shoves me inside a car. It isn't the same black car he used last night. It was a sedan. This is a modified pick-up.

The driver is the new guy. I look for my kidnapper but he isn't inside the car.

"Where's Song Joong Ki?" I ask. My voice sounds so soft like it isn't my own.

"Right behind us. Seatbelt," he says. I look behind me and sure enough, the black sedan is on our trail. I put the seatbelt on.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Rain," he says, looking grimly at the rearview mirror.

What kind of name is that?

Several gunshots echo in the air but misses us. I gasp.

"Drop. Crouch down" Rain says. I do as he says. He takes a great swerve, narrowly missing a six wheeler. The queasy feeling in my stomach comes back.

He opens his window and fires his own gun. Thrice. He has a gun! What the hell did I get myself into?!

I chance a look behind me. I can't see Song Joong Ki's car. Is he dead? But I didn't hear a crash. Another bang makes me crouch down again.

Why the freak am I being hunted? I honestly want to go back to my poor and boring life. Please, please someone tell me that this is just another weird dream. I'm going to wake up soon.

I hear several gunshots behind me. Tires screech against the pavement. A crash. An explosion. Stench.

I look behind me, eyes wide in horror. The black car is turned upside down. It's burning.

Oh my God! My kidnapper is dead?

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