Chapter.. 3 (A Confusion)A Chapter by A.Tarek Jun was caught but still based on Yang’s sole assumptions, Yang is
getting ready to capture Jun’s accomplice .. But things get more tangled
Around 8.00 am, 4 hours after Jun’s arrest. Yang is standing in front of a big Moderate Complex where a Painting Studio is on the Fifth floor..
Yang
noticed some Shabby guy in a hood descending the stairs & throwing his
garbage.. Yang went silently to the garbage bags after the guy left &
checked them, “It’s frozen” Yang acquired a Devilish look up on his face
& walked on his toes, sneaking after the 2nd suspect, and called
quietly “Chino?!” The
Guy stopped & turned.. Yang didn’t give a chance to look at his face he
quickly Preyed on him “It’s really you, b*****d” He pushed him to the door, took
down his hood to see the surprise, a
-beautiful young girl in her Twenties as old as Jun, with silky brown hair
& brown double eye-lid eyes, quite personality & scared Past- .... à
Up At the Studio, Yang sat in front
Of the girl, He laughed of embarrassment “Hahaha, I’m sorry about earlier. But
you weren’t surprised when I grabbed you” “I’m
used to it, Beside I haven’t done anything wrong” the girl replied expressionlessly
“Of
course, so let’s regroup Things again, you know Kim Jun from High school? &
you haven’t seen him in 5 years! High school friends who lost touch...Just
friends, Huh?” The
girl stood preparing her painting gear -Brush, colours, painting- “If
you’re done, please leave” Meanwhile Downstairs, Jun was
sitting hand-cuffed in the car beside him Kwang Ho with long sights “What the hell
I threw myself into!” He
looked to Jun’s face “I’m sorry for the cut on your face, Ah, Sunbaenim is so
brutal. Here” Kwang Ho offered him a bandage to first aid his face Cut.. But the
boy turned slowly looking at his hand in fear Back at the Studio, Yang stood up
“Well, I guess you’d call me if he contacted you..” Yang tried to pull her in
his trap but that’s when he saw Chino’s portrait, someone had drawn for her, He
looked carefully at the Bottom of the Portrait Kim
Jun Sign, Yang smirked and turned to the girl who was giving him her
back preparing her things “Oh,
A portrait *the girl stopped working* It is beautiful, It’s you right” She turned to see him holding the Portrait she
shouted emotionally in disturbance “Don’t touch It” rapidly snatching it from
him & fell on the ground Hugging it by her shacking body Meanwhile Downstairs, As Kwang Ho
extended his help to the lone wolf.. Jun acted in Extrusive way & grabbed
Kwang Ho’s hand, just holding it tightly Kwang
freaked out, trying to pull his hand “What..? Man!!” But he couldn’t shake the
boy’s hand Jun’s
eyes glowed Bluer then he began muttering “Fraud,
Pyramid scheming, Frauds can be Cops these days?” Kwang
Ho got scared “You!!!”😱 But Jun continued angrily “That’s
quite a rap sheet you have, you make a great side kick, I think” “Wh..
what are you?” Frightened said Upstairs, Yang sat quietly looking
at the girl after she calmed a bit “You
really didn’t see him even once in these 5 years?” “How
can I see him, when He is in America” “America!” (Peeeepp) -Long Honking sound- Yang
hurried down very quickly to see Kwang Ho is thrown on the Wheel with slight
injured head -Kwang Ho was bleeding not so heavy but he really fainted- Yang opened
the door “Ya, Are you Okay? Com’n Open your eyes, where did he go!” Kwang
Ho regained his Conscious slowly looking right & left “where’d he go?” Yang
shouted “Ya, Where the fu** is He?!” Kwang
Trembled in fear “Sunbaenim, That Kid is weird, He is a freak” “Did
He hit your head hard or something What’s wrong with you, why are you shaking..
S**t!” Yang
was about to run after the Runaway Jun but an urgent mssg. Came on the Radio [ATTEMPTED
KIDNAPPING all units, All officers report to Station] Yang
returned quickly to see a girl around 12 years old is listing what happened while
shivering in fear “He said I was pretty,
Then He asked me If I want to take care of his sick puppy. So I opened the back
door of the car to take a look at it. He told me to get into the car but “ “So what did you do dear, did you get into
the Car?” A female officer asked nicely “No; something was wrong...
The puppy. It was... frozen to death ...”
The Same Night at One of The Old Districts of Seoul A Black Sedan car rounding the place honking to the same Child that met
Yang before
Next Morning In the same old district -Knock. Knock- A Drunken Woman came out to see some men with Badges “Mrs. Eung So” One of the officers asked “Yes”
called the woman groggily “Your
child, Do you know where she is...?” “Huh!”
After
they explained the kidnapping serial Crimes “What
are you talking about, what fool would take that little Bit**. Like we’ve anything.
Hahaha” laughed the woman uncaring Another
Fine woman said “Actually Mr. Officer an hour after midnight I heard some peeping
sound like a whistle but suddenly..... The Peeping
Stopped” Yang
came running To where the officers were Standing & investigating the new
crime scene He horned into violently & Snatched the Photo of the Girl The
Others gasped “Yang, What is he doing here?” Another
officer came holding an orange whistle in evidence case “Sir, we found this
near the Tire marks of the Car” Choi
tried to take the Whistle but Yang snatched it too crying “No,
No.. Why you..!” Then he looked up angrily and left while the Chief & Choi
are in surprise Calling “Yang, Yang! What is wrong with him?” As serial kidnapping cases
increase, Yang gets assured of one suspect.. He is going to face him but not
like the last time. Yang is now Angry.. Will he listen to Jun’s side of story?
Or his Hidden vendetta gonna continue to push him around Yang’s past is revealed in next chapter, stay tuned © 2018 A.Tarek |
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Added on March 10, 2018 Last Updated on March 10, 2018 Tags: crime, detectives, investigation, superpower, hurt&comfort, action, mystery AuthorA.TarekEgyptAboutI pretty much write fictions from imagination. I can take a hint or a main concept from a movie, anime or even a novelette I read before. But, with my own style... I am bit eccentric.. my best frie.. more..Writing
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