Masked

Description

His irregular breathing and fast heartbeat echo around the closed room. The darkness hinders him to see anything, anyone. He could feel that anytime, any minute and even any second now, death is coming to get him.

“Sir. Sir, copy.” Using his shaky voice, he pressed the small black machine by his hand.

No one answered. A silence deafens his ears. Until, a sudden gunfire startles him.

Bang!

It didn’t hit him, but one thing he’s sure, the bullet is directed to him, fired to kill him.

He tries to compose himself but the blinding pain caused by his wound on his left shin hinders him to move any inch away from his position. He is now sitting on a pool of blood, breathing for his life. And as soon as he spotted a small source of light coming from the small window, a bit of hope burst inside him.

He can live.

Upon standing up with the support of his unharmed leg, a cold metal is pressed on his temples, suddenly burning his skin.

“Kill me.” He demands it, eyes finding the enemy’s eyes.

The gun is triggered and the only thing left is to fire it directly to his brain, to erase him in this world. But a minute passed, no one moves, no one shoots, and only their breathings can be heard. He can feel a sudden familiarity as their skin accidentally makes a contact.

“Is that you?” His eyes widens, heartbeat doubles its pace. With the black cover on his enemy’s face, he can’t really tell who that person is. But he can feel that just by looking at that person’s eyes, he can correctly call that person’s name.

“Sunny.” Finally, it escapes from his dry and dusty lips, as he slowly suspends his hand to remove the small black covering by his enemy’s face. But before he can even lay a finger on her, a strong punch on his head welcomes him, knocking him down on the cold and dusty floor. His senses are slowly eaten by the darkness, eyes threatening to close anytime.

“Sun..ny.” One last word from his weakened voice, he finally closes his eyes.

“Lee Sungmin! Lee Sungmin!” A voice shouts from the small box by his hand but that person was too late, that punch ate his consciousness.