wow nice going AFF. you didn't put my update back up. okay cool. here it is guys.

I entered the familiar hallway and went in the opposite direction that the rooms were in. Men were running my way and I shot them with my gun easily and started running as fast as I could. I knew that I was close. I could feel it.

Adrenaline coursed through my body as I saw even more men come towards me. The gun I had before had run out of bullets so I was empty handed. I ran even faster towards them as they shot at me. I wasn't sure if I had dodged them in time but I refused to look down to know. I only had one goal in mind and it was to kill whoever was behind this. If he was even here at all. If he wasn't then all of this would be for nothing.

Then I thought of Chanyeol. I had to at least kill that bastard who had electrocuted him. The image flashed through my mind again and I screamed as I slid on the ground, tripping the men in the process. I quickly used each of their guns to shoot them. I grabbed one and continued running.

I could feel my body started to give out. I guess I had been shot after all but I still refused to look down to confirm it.

The hallway was getting darker and darker to the point where I couldn't see where I was going but that didn't stop me. I still kept running. I eventually saw a light coming from a door and sprinted towards it. I opened the door and ran inside, panting. In there was Woohyun and a man in a gray suit smoking a cigar.

“Oh honey, you don't look so good,” Woohyun said and shook his head.

I dropped to my knees, vision becoming blurry.

“I'm impressed. You were able to take down that many men. But looks like you lost too considering your getting red all over my new carpet...” the man said, blowing out a puff of smoke. His voice was raspy.

“Why? Why do you want to kill these innocent idols?” I asked. “It doesn't make sense.”

The man chuckled. “It's purely for selfish reasons honestly. Those Koreans have been crossing over to the Japanese entertainment industry and the Japanese singers and actors are starting to lose their light. My sons dream was to become a singer but his label dropped him for a Korean girl group. Damn, Koreans.”

“But you're Korean.”

“But born and raised in Japan. I refer to myself as Japanese.”

I looked up at him and scoffed in disbelief. Just because his sons label dropped him, he planned on killing all Korean male groups? That wouldn't change the fact that he can't become a singer. He was already dropped. Pointless revenge.

Then I noticed that behind him was the room that Chanyeol and I were previously in.

“You were the one who tortured him...” I said quietly and brought myself to my feet, clutching the gun tightly in my hand.

“Oh, you're little boyfriend? No, that was Woohyun. He's our top fighter and interrogator.”

I pointed my gun to the said man and he raised his.

“You shoot, I shoot,” he said.

“Go ahead. I was born ready for these types of situations, Woohyun-sshi.”

We stared at each other, having a mental battle.

I suddenly turned and aimed at the man in the gray suit and shot him right in the chest. In response, Woohyun shot in my direction but I quickly dodged it. He blinked in surprise and I shot at him but he was fast.

He charged for me and tried to get the gun out of my hand. My right arm wasn't cooperating with me and I looked over to see that I had been shot on my arm.

Woohyun was straddling me, holding the gun to my chest.

“You know, you'd be kinda hot if you weren't a fighter. Konichiwa, .”

Before he could pull the trigger, a gunshot filled the silence of the room and Woohyun fell on top of me, dead.

I looked at the door and saw Boss standing there with men behind him. He quickly ran to me and the men pulled Woohyun off of me.

“Yoonji. Oh my God. Stay with me, okay? My daughter...” he whispered, cradling my head.

I smiled a weak smile. “I got the guy.”

He blinked back tears and nodded. “You did well.”

His face was the last thing I saw before I faded out into darkness.

So is this what it feels like to die? To lose yourself and reality? Some say they see memories before they die. Happy ones, sad ones, heart wrenching ones. Others say they have a sense of euphoria before they die. I don't remember feeling that though. I remember being relieved that the man behind the assassin's is dead though. I can die with a sense of assurance that the man I love, Park Chanyeol, will be safe. I died doing the thing I wanted to, to protect the ones that are in trouble and kill the guilty ones. But is this really what heaven looks like? Who knew it would be so dark. Or am I in hell for the lives I've taken? But I never took innocent lives. Only the ones who deserve it. God, show me mercy.

My eyes fluttered open and I looked around at my surroundings. I was in the infirmary of the training center. I spent lots of time here during training. I wasn't perfect from the beginning.

I looked down and practically my whole body was bandaged up.

“Yoonji...”

I looked over and Boss was looking at me.

“Boss.” My voice was extremely weak.

“I'm sorry I didn't get there in time to save you. Those bastards hacked into our surveillance system so it was difficult to find the exact location.”

“Chanyeol. Exo.”

“They're all fine. The one that got hurt, he's okay too. They got him to a hospital just in time. All the protectors assigned to all idol groups have returned their headquarters as well. The mission was a success.”

I smiled. I succeeded my first mission. Even though I barely made it out alive.

“How...am I?”

“You were shot in the shoulder, arm, leg and a bullet grazed your stomach. You lost a lot of blood but we were able to get you steady. You left for about 15 seconds.”

I blinked at the ceiling.

“You've been unconscious ever since. It's been a week. You'll probably be on this bed for another couple of weeks though to make sure you have fully healed to be put on the floor.”

I sighed. I forgot. I would be put on training duty.

“How long?” I asked.

“For good.”

I whipped my head around to look at him.

“But you said-”

“Yes, I know. But...I love you like my own daughter. I didn't think about it but when I thought I lost you, I couldn't handle it,” he my hair. “I don't think I can be put through that again. It would be better if you were to pass down your abilities to others. Just for a little while.”

It was silent in the room as I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears.

“Maybe when I'm old and retired, you can take over and go out and perform your own missions.”

My eyes widened. He trusted me to take over the whole crew?

I thought about someone else in charge besides him and I opened my mouth to protest but he quickly shushed me.

“That's a long time from now. Let's just get through today.”

I nodded.

A nurse came in the room to give me medicine to help boost up my immune system so my wounds would heal faster.

“This makes you a bit drowsy so you'll be out soon,” she told me.

Boss took that as a signal to leave.

“Rest up and get well. I'm proud of you Yoonji. I really am.”

I gave him a weak smile, eyes drooping. The medicine was starting to kick in already.

I fell asleep shortly after that, and dreamed of Chanyeol.