Kill the Lights by Jangryang
Proofreader/Editor: Kaima, Hwarang
“Oh my god, how can you do this to me?” He thought that god was always on his side, but this time he was trying to betray him. No, no. The one who betrayed him was himself. Failing to recognize god’s good intentions and in his own arrogance, he had disappointed him.
Was it perhaps one of god’s arrangements for him to be standing there, at that moment? Yeah, it might be so. No, it most certainly was. Otherwise, there was no way that he left in the middle of filming and ended up witnessing such a scene in the middle of the street.
When Vick saw Haley running across the street, towards the robbers, he had a premonition.
‘Something. I will see something amazing.’ His whole body’s senses came right to a halt. Like a sixth sense that only geniuses can feel.
Just as expected. –Haley accurately kicked the burglar’s hand and caught the gun, which flew into the air. Oh, fuck! Vick felt goose bumps on his spine. Click, Mason aimed the gun at the little skinny man and talked like a low life, while laughing. It was pretty impressive to watch him strike at the back of the blabbering guy’s head. His perfectly sharp movements were unprecedented, something he had never seen even the martial art directors do.
What is this? Vick’s shoulders quivered in a sense of thrill. Vick scarily glared at a screaming Melisa, hoping to shut her up and looked back at Haley again.
When one of the guys grinned and said, ‘That’s an empty gun,’ Vick swallowed a dry spit. One against three– Even if that Raynoah, who was standing to the side with a cold expression, helps him, it’ll still be two against three. It was a situation where either he should help them or call somebody else, but Vick didn’t move an inch.
Holding his breath, Vick was curious to know how Haley would evade this situation. ‘What are you gonna do holding that empty gun, Haley?’ Vick kept watching as if it was an exciting movie scene, his sweaty fists clenched tight. Haley said grinning, ‘Really?’ and right away, bang! He heard a gun shot.
Vick’s eyes opened wide in surprise as he watched them. What Haley shot at was the sleeve of the fat guy, who had been trying to take out a knife from his pocket. He wasn’t sure if he did it on purpose, but not only had he accurately shot the sleeve, in an instant he had loaded the gun again and shot the handle of the knife on the ground. The knife flew like a spinning dagger and dropped near Vick’s feet.
Haley didn’t flinch, not even once. He loaded the gun right away and pointed at the skinny guy’s head, as if nothing had happened.
‘God……’
Vick felt that the word ‘god’ was involuntarily spilling out of his mouth. Chilling. Vick hugged both of his shoulders and shivered.
Haley smirked at the guy who was pointing a gun at him. With that pretty face, he smiled like the most despicable bastard in the world; Vick look at him, with his eyes wide open.
‘I have killed before. Quite a lot.’ Haley’s expression when he was whispering was not in view. But the eyes of the skinny guy, who heard it, were shivering and trembling. Vick could imagine Haley’s expression from those terrified pupil and the image had him thrilled.
This was a scene in his movie. It was Real– the movie that he had to film. He felt like the title Real, which he made-up without thinking hard, was indeed the arrangement of god. –Oh, god.
This was fate, Vick felt.
He walked up to Haley. Small angels were circling overhead. ‘Congratulations’, ‘the best movie of his life’ and ‘jackpot’, rang the fanfare of joy. He even felt a halo just standing behind Haley. This is mine. He felt desperate that other directors might find out about Haley and snatch him away. The reasons for why he shouldn’t use Haley as a main character unrolled like a toilet paper, but Vick rolled it up again, put it in the trash and burned it.
Vick tried his best to look less crazy and school his expression before grabbing the hands of Haley, who was just standing there and pulled him aside.
“Haley!”
“Oh, Haley…”– The director called him in a trembling voice. Mason frowned a little and took half a step back. Something was strangely unpleasant, but the director kept stepping forward and called “Haley” again, making it more burdensome.
His expression was all excited, like a man proposing, and Mason felt chills and shrugged his shoulders. ‘Ah, guess I’m not gay after all.’ Even as Mason was having this very scary thought, the director grabbed both of his hands firmly.
“Won’t you make a jackpot with me?”
The director asked excitedly as if he meant, ‘Won’t you make a baby with me?’ and Mason was taken aback, “Pardon?” Melisa, who stood at a distance, was crying and frantically struggling as if to charge at them, but her manager dragged her away to the car. Even in the midst of all that, the director kept gazing only at Mason.
“Let’s film a movie.”
‘What do you think? Good, right?’ He asked with his eyes sparkling, and Mason scowled. What’s wrong with this guy? Did he eat something wrong?
“What are you talking about? Didn’t we just finish filming?”
“Ah, yes. Yes. We were indeed filming. I’m talking about while you are at it, why not make the scenes longer?”
The director was full of excitement. “We’ll make the scenes longer and go with more doped characters, what do you think?”
“….Why?’
‘Why would I do that?’ Mason asked with a displeased expression. Making the scene longer means it’ll take more than a day, and Mason knew this technique very well. His superior at Zii, Beretta, that son of a bitch, was always like this. ‘Mason, there’s a job that will finish within a week, do you want to do it? Mason, this time it’s really simple. Mason? You trust me right, Mason?’ –Vick was scarily similar to that disgusting bastard. Before long Mason would get persuaded into agreeing, ‘Perhaps, may be only this time…’., and soon he would be forced to think ‘Ah fuck, not again.’
“Why? You don’t want to? You would like it, with a dope character let’s make you into a big star and me, a rich man. Yeah?”
“Top actor? Wealthy?”
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