[her POV]

“…then we go around the back, got it?” He said while we were dashing towards the warehouses. I nodded; my heart’s racing and my adrenaline pumping. Jonghyun had given back my red heels, and I was thankful because the welts on my feet were extremely painful.  I stole a glance back to see…nothing. “Where’d he go?” I asked, confused and apprehensive.  I felt scared, not knowing where my enemy could be. Where he was lurking, and when he'd pop out of nowhere like the first couple of times. I felt a tug on my hand, and I saw Jonghyun’s eyes gaze into mine.“It’s going to be okay. It really is.”And for a moment, I believed him. 

“There’s an entrance!” I exclaimed, pointing to a faded grey door. We quickly scrambled towards it, knowing that Tae Kyung could be here at any given moment.  “Ugh, it won’t budge.” Jonghyun huffed, trying to push open the door with all his strength. “Now what?” I asked, biting my lower lip. “The door is definitely rusty,” he said, pointing at the brown edges on the hinges of the door.  “Maybe if we both ram into the wall with our combined strength, it’ll break down the door.” He suggested. I nodded, agreeing that would be our best choice at this point. “Wait!” He looked at me with a baffled look, silently saying that we’re wasting precious time. “We can’t ram it.” “Why not?” He raised an eyebrow. “Y-your arm.” I gently laid a hand on it, and stared into his eyes, willing him to not do it. “Alright, alright." He let out a sigh, and scratched his head while thinking of another way inside. After a few moments, he said, "I have another idea. On three, we’ll kick it.” Jonghyun instructed.

We both moved a little distance away from the door. The momentum from running from our current location to the door will make it easier to break down.  I moved my body into a running position, as if I was about to run a marathon. “Hana.” I took a deep breath, getting ready. “Tul.” “Set.” As he said that, I bolted towards the iron door. Then, we both kicked it with full force. I bounced off the door, and fell down, my hands fell back against the rough ashpalt to soften the blow. There was a dent in the door, but other than that, it didn’t budge. Jonghyun staggered to his feet, and extended his hand to help me up. I gripped his large, firm hands as he said, “Okay, let’s try that again. We’ll surely knock it down after a couple of more tries.” I nodded in agreement. We can do this.

CLANK.

The door came crashing down, and Jonghyun and I shared a triumph smile. I peered into the gloomy darkness and noticed a large mountain of crates lined up where the door used to be. So that’s why it was so difficult to knock down. I thought as I walked in. The crates blocked out the rest of the warehouse and the only way would be to climb up the mountain. I stared up in horror in realization that what goes up, must come down. “It’s not that bad Jessica.” Jonghyun said gently, as if he could read my thoughts. I froze, and I shook my head. “I can’t do it. I just can’t.” I whispered, tears in my eyes. My fear of heights could really be troublesome at times. “Don’t worry, I’m here.” Jonghyun’s arms wrapped around me and I hugged him back. “You went on The Bat at that amusement park, and you didn’t die.” He reasoned, rubbing my back with his good hand. “I know.” I replied. But this time was different; we were running from a crazed criminal and not for the entertainment of almost dying. I could feel his steady heartbeat through his thin dress shirt which helped me to calm down. After a few moments of taking deep breaths, I pulled away and reluctantly nodded. Jonghyun understood and together, we clambered over the crates. It felt like that one time we went wall climbing at that gym and I'd barely gone a meter up before the instructor had to get me down. Not this time. I’ll do it.

We reached the top of the crates and slowly began to edge our way towards the bottom. Jonghyun leapt down first, his knees bending when he landed to absorb the shock of falling at such a high altitude. I reached the same place where Jonghyun had jumped down and knew I too had to jump. There were no more leg holds to allow me to climb down. I gulped; the distance from the top to the ground was extremely far. My vision blurred for a second, and I had to shake my head to refocus. “Don’t worry! I’m here! Just fall into my arms.” He opened his arms, showing me that he really would catch me. My whole body shook like a leaf barely clinging onto the tree as the wind tries to pull it off its hold during the windy autumn days. My body was tense, but I just closed my eyes and jumped. The air whooshed around me, and it felt like I was falling for such a long one before I felt the strong hold of Jonghyun’s toned arms. He grunted from the my weight, but managed a smiled and said, “See? That wasn’t so bad was it?” “Never again.” I solemnly replied, and he laughed.

We quickly scanned the room and it seemed like it hadn’t been used in a long time. “Let’s split up for now and see what we can find.” He suggested and then left before I could agree. I went in the opposite direction and scoped out a strange, large box with a red x painted onto one of the sides. Curious, I strolled up to it. The lid wasn’t completely on top, and a tiny crevice allowed me to take a glimpse into the contents of the box. Pitch black darkness stared back at me. With a heave, the lid easily slid off and clattered onto the barren floor noisily. The moonlight that filtered through the sunroof sent a glint off something inside. I squinted and realized that this whole box was filled with daggers. I backed away from the box as if it was filled with poisonous snakes. Knives wouldn’t exactly be considered useful for a bumbling idiot like me.

I wandered farther into the recessives of the warehouse and found a storage area that resembled high school lockers. Out of the five lined neatly along the wall, there was one in particular that stood out among the rest. It was painted a vibrant electric blue while the rest were a dull red with the paint peeling off. There was a sticky note stuck on the blue locker, and I plucked it off. ‘BEWARE: The contents inside this locker aren’t meant for those outside of the BCA.’ What does BCA mean? I pondered, and without giving it much thought, I threw open the locker door. What I saw sent shivers crawling up my spine. It was a little boy who looked so small and delicate, with the angelic face. Maybe 14?  He was gagged, and his wrists and ankles were bounded by rope. The areas tied by the ropes were lined with his blood from probably trying to break free of them. He had a black eye and looked injured. His milky white skin was filled with sudden bursts of purple and yellow bruises healing. I leaned into him to get a closer look. When I was mere inches from his face, he opened his eyes which caught me off guard. I stumbled back a bit, startled. “A-annaseyo…” I greeted, afraid. "Are you okay?" My hand reached out to him. I involuntarily let out a bloodcurdling scream as the boy launched himself on top of me, knocking me to the ground. 

Author's Note

I'm sorry if you guys didn't like how short the inital chapters were. I just didn't want to put too much, and then have to write a lot more. I just like to post frequently ... which if you guys haven't noticed, isn't happening as often as it used to. The chapters from chapter 9 to the end will all be long-ish, or at least longer than the first couple chapters. Also, do you guys prefer longer chapters but longer waiting time, or frequent chapters but are short? Enjoy this long-ish (longer than usual) chapter as I won't be updating for a couple of weeks. >_< 

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