Kill the Lights by Jangryang
Proofreader/Editor: Kaima, Hwarang
The place they took Mason and Noah was an abandoned storage about an hour away. They took them to a small room that seemed like they used it as an office and firmly tied their hands and legs with tape.
Mason glanced at the dark surroundings. There were a few chairs and a small television, sleeping bags and breadcrumbs laid out around them. Mason’s eyes stopped at the corner of the room, which was sending off a musty and desperate aura.
“…..”
He was wondering why they didn’t request a helicopter or a plane, but instead requested a car and came back here. They couldn’t have given everything up.
Then he noticed Alta’s safe lying at the corner of the room.
Mason lowly clicked his tongue. Well, everything started from there. No way would they easily give it up. But if they did and asked for money or valuables from Noah’s parents and left to a third world country, they would have higher chances of surviving. …No, actually the chances of survival was close to zero, but was still better none.
Not only did they betray Zii, they also held Noah Raycarlton as a hostage. It was worse than throwing your life away in a trashcan. They only had one path left and it was the worst way to go.
It seemed like those two thought the same because their expressions weren’t good. They’ve probably realized by now that, too much greed brings ruin. Mason quietly sighed and moved his eyes to Noah, who has been staring at him the whole time.
“…-.”
Mason bit his lip looking at Noah’s pale face. There was a cut on his handsome and clean forehead and Mason was so mad and annoyed that bitter bile rose in his throat. He should’ve kept quiet, why did he have to say something useless and-… No, the problem was that he went out to see those dangerous guys all alone. Who does he think he is to see those guys without any bodyguards?
“Why-…,”
Mason lifted his tied hands and touched Noah’s forehead that was drenched in sweat and blood. Look at this. The forehead that looked smooth like china, when he saw it while kissing, was now ruined with a bloodstain. As Mason checked the cut with a mad expression, Noah smiled slightly.
“…-How could you smile right now?”
‘Looking like this?’ Mason demurred and Noah bent his eyes as his smile deepened. He said very sweetly-
“Because I like it.”
“…Like it?”
Mason asked because it didn’t make any sense, and Noah replied, “Ah, I can even die right now.”
“…..”
Mason stared at him for a moment, and touched Noah’s forehead with the back of his hand. Just like he thought, Noah definitely had a fever.
“Excuse me! Do you have any medicine? A fever reducer or antiseptic…,”
Mason turned back and asked, and Ashely glared at him with a scary eye. Mason hid fragile Noah and carefully said, “He has a fever….”
“You think our situation is funny, we are-!”
Ah, fuck! She hit the wall with the hand that was holding the gun, and the wall coating turned into dust. Mason waited quietly until she calmed down. She was angry for a long time and sat on a creaky chair and took out a cigarette. Her tears fell, and she covered her eyes probably because of this hopeless situation and once again said, ‘Ahh, fuck!’ and sighed.
Aaron, who came back after looking around outside, saw her and got annoyed at her saying, “Why the fuck are you crying?” He made Mason stand up and threw him into the wall and brought a chair to make Noah sit down.
“Mr. Raycarlton.”
Another fan art~
Drawn by Heart of Ice
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