Korean Blood

The Beginning of the End 2

“What are you dumb asses standing there for, go get the cars you idiots.” The pasta haired man said, waving his hands frantically.

“Oh right, sorry boss.” The man with the face scar said.

Quickly he and the man with one eye ran down the right side of the alley. Annoyed, the pasta haired man dug in his pocket to pull out a loose cigarette. “Light.” He said and immediately the bald man who was holding tightly onto Cyra’s arm let go and dug a lighter from his pocket.

As the pasta haired man turned to have his cigarette lit he eyes landed on Cyra who had nothing with her.

“Where is the suitcase and phone you had?” He asked with an annoyed look on his face.

“I don’t know.” She lied.

“You have three seconds to tell me where they really are before I shoot you and leave your body for the rats.” He said as he pulled the gun from his pocket again.

“Jesus you love that gun don’t you?…… I left my suitcase in the hallway and I threw my phone” Cyra quickly stopped to think of a lie. “ I threw my phone next to the other stairs.” She lied again as she knew that the only man who knew where she left her phone had just left to go fetch a car.

“f*****g idiots!” The pasta haired man yelled.

“Wouldn't it be better to leave her belongings behind so no one can track her?” The bald man asked.

“Dumbass we can just turn her phone off and burn her suitcase, if they find her s**t near our room then they will know who took her STUPID.” He yelled .

“Oh… yes… I didn’t think about that.” He said lowering his head towards the ground.

“ Just go back and get the suitcase.” He said to the bald man.

“And you go find her f*****g phone” He sighed to the last man who was standing against the wall.

“Take this with you in case her little friend somehow made her way to where we were.” The pasta haired man said as he handed the gun to the Short black haired man who had not said a word this whole time.

“Boss, are you sure? You’ll be out here alone with her if I go.” He questioned.

“You think I can’t handle one tramp? Just go do what I told you.” He said as he waived the final man off.

Once he was gone there was only Cyra and the guy she assumed to be the boss. The odds began to play out in her favor, this could be her chance to escape.

“ I have to pee.” She told the pasta haired man.

“Do you think I’m dumb b***h?” The man asked as he walked closer to Cyra.

“Yes.” She answered plainly.

“You know what, why don’t I just take you right here right now and then when Mickey gets back I can put you out of your misery, how does that sound?” He asked with a dirty grin on his face.

“Does this mean he doesn’t have another gun? Did he really give up his only weapon to someone else?” Cyra questioned herself.

“Why don’t you just shoot me now? I would much rather die now.” She asked in hopes to get an answer to her question.

“Your lucky I don’t have my gun cuz I would make your wish come true right now.” He hissed.

Cyra heard all she needed to, from his own mouth he confirmed that he doesn’t have a weapon and Cyra knew it was time to make a run for it.

Since childhood Cyra was always athletic, she was always bullied by other girls for how strong she was but praised by all the guys for how fast she was. Her strength and speed came from her involvement in track and boxing from when she was a child all the way up until she was an adult. Five men was way too many for Cyra to take on alone and she had the knowledge to know that. However one unarmed, drunk and ugly man was nothing.

“So why don’t you just-.” The man was cut off with a quick right hook to the face.

“Uglhg… f*****g b***h I’ll kill-” He was cut off again with a complete contact punch in the nose.

Finishing off with a steady full kick right to his ribs Cyra was off, leaving the man hunched over in pain . She Knew the man would probably be back up in a couple of seconds so she had to get as much distance between the two of them as she could.

“You’re gonna pay for that bitch.” She heard the man yell from behind her. After taking a quick glance back she saw that the man was already up and running after her. She had no idea where to go, and the only thing in sight was the silhouette of the huge mansion that Beatrice pointed out earlier. Which served as the only guidance she had to get back to where she started .

After only a few minutes of running the alley was coming to an end, Cyra could no longer run straight and had to make a decision of running left or running right. Without thinking she took a sharp left hoping to head in the direction of the restaurant as she assumed they were on the right side of the building. Quickly she came to regret her decision as she entered an even more secluded area.

“f**k…….dumb ass!” Cyra breathed out as she ran, knowing that if she had run right then she would have made it to the front of the restaurant. Instead she took a left which led her even deeper into seclusion and on the outskirts of the area.

Now her only hope was to continue running down the path that she had chosen in hopes that she would find a house or office with some type of security that could help her. As she ran what had seemed to be further and further into seclusion the silhouette of the large mansion had become more detailed, now knowing where her target was Cyra began to pick up her speed. Hoping that someone important lived in that mansion and their security would stop and help or at least detain her for trespassing.

Cyra had been running for almost ten minutes and was surprised that the man behind her was not only able to keep up but also send a few curse words to her along the way. She knew that she had at least broken the man's rib and yet he was still able to chase her this whole time. There was no option for her to stop and fight, yes she was high on adrenaline but so was that man.

Before she knew it the mansion's front gate looked to be only a football field's length away, which brought her an immense amount of hope. As she ran closer and closer she could see a fleet of black luxury cars that were parked in front of the tall white gate began to appear. This brought a smile to Cry's face as she knew that this meant the house was at least not vacant.

The closer she ran to the house the more details came into focus for her. Behind each car was about four or five men dressed in black suits who all looked like security guards.

“This is my chance.” She thought.

“HEYY, HELP….HELP….HELP..” She screamed at the top of her lungs still running and waving her hands like a mad man in hopes of getting their attention.

“DON’T MOVE.” Someone had yelled out to Cyra from behind the cars.

Without any hesitation she stopped dead in her tracks, little red dots appeared all over her body as if someone was pointing a bunch of lasers at her. Although she couldn’t see it, she could feel the warmth of the lasers on her forehead as well.

“Stop and put your hands in the air.” One of the voices yelled. Immediately Cyra threw her hands up in surrender, and let out a deep breath of relief.

She didn’t know it now but, this house was going to be the beginning of the end of life as she knew it.