The rain pelted down on him as he faced his last and worthy opponent. Bodies of his enemies lay scattered on the ground: groaning, bleeding and dying.

" You're mine. ", smirked his opponent.

" I'll tell you what's gonna be yours: my last bullet buried deep within your heart. ", he countered back.

Both of them lunged at each other, guns drawn and daggers raised. His opponent stabbed him in his side, earning a cry of pain.

He fell to the ground, blood seeping out heavily from a monstrous gash in his side. As he lay there groaning in pain, his opponent leaned over him and put his sword to his throat.

" So long, Jaejoong. ", he smirked.

" You...are not...gonna get away...this time. ", winced Jaejoong.

" Looks like I already have. ", said his nemesis.

Before the cold and gleaming wet blade could pirce the delicate flesh on his neck, Jaejoong heard a gunshot and his nemesis fall down dead on the road.

He glanced at his saviour weakly.

" Yun--Yunho...? ", he whispered hoarsely.