this seems oddly familiar? when he was a young foolish man, escaping from what ate him up inside every night. he recalls the numerous attempts of running away. those who were older told him to come forward, come back but he doesnāt listen. because punishment is going to happen and heās still too young to lose the world and his hopeful dreams he held within his grasp. and itās happening again, except the tainted mockery of his decisions never faded off of his name.
that was what he was known for six to seven years ago; nothing but a man who slaughter someone without a glint of regret or sadness in doing so.
itās how they pictured it to others. made assumptions because theyāll never understand their backstory behind why he did it. itās going to happen again. those who saw it, are going to wonder why he put his hands on people he doesnāt know. then if thereās no answer, theyāll make it up themselves. jae understands how people are, they donāt really care about many others but themselves. how else are they surviving in the world today.
he isnāt the same. he doesnāt feel human at this point. why would he destruct others who didnāt do anything to him. he shouldnāt become involved in the womanās mess. this isnāt his battle to fight but when he sees pain, he knows he needs to stop it. though he cares so much he was willing to paint a bruise over his cheek with blood smeared over his lower lip the way women paint their own tiers with lipstick.
but theyāve managed to escape for the time being. itās too quiet, every sound they make echos into the silent night. giving away their presence to many who were in search of their frames to swipe their existence off of the rug. heās mad, he isnāt thinking straight. the more he realizes she brought him into this disaster the tighter his grasp was. his teeth clenched against one another, breathing heavier with every step that paces along the dirt.
he wants nothing more than peace but history repeats itself a second time now he wants nothing more than to break everyone else in sight too.
āyouāreā¦ sorry.ā if those who apologized to him said such simple words, why was it so easy to create this ruthless action. if she was apologetic to him for this situation then why wasnāt she feeling shame the moment she displayed actions for whatever she did to those who were trying to capture them -- or her, in this case. god, if jae ever heard those apologies from those who inflicted pain on him purposely or unintentionally he would have felt a bit more sane than he was before.
heās breathing more so through his nose, heavily from the amount of running they did and how is this ever going to stop. words captured his attention, straightening composure up when palms sink along his knees. fog emits out when he pants. ā... payment.ā he softly says, glancing over at the other woman in disbelief. what a pity to hear the explanation from someone else when she said it would release from her own mouth.
sera admits truthfully, the strangers werenāt having it. such a predictable reaction and heās forcing himself to nudge her behind his taller frame, wasting no time to come forward. āif you donāt run right now, sera i swear -ā
ājust because you brought someone to protect you doesnāt mean weāre stopping,ā is all he hears before he manages to grab the one who speaks by their throat. his body is pinned down in the dirt when jaeās foot slips over one of his own and heās bashing it constantly into the grains of dirt. āiām so sick of you people -ā he mutters out, hearing soft fiddling from oneās pockets. feet pacing, further away. he doesnāt know what was happening because heās seeing red, orbs rolling back from opposite eyes and nails graze over his wrist. āidiot,ā jae hears and it he pulls the other up until heās smashing his head back harder into the ground. āpullinā this act around me.ā words knocked out breathlessly and heās coming back into his feet again.
his hands were shaking, feeling the urge to get rid of the other male. and pleasantly he isnāt away from his sight. pistol aimed to his direction as a warning, the other steps forward and jae raises his hands in silent plea that heās defeated. insults, mocking such a weak soul that jae supposedly obtains and when he grazes the tip of the gun against his chest is when heās moving quickly. palm slapped into otherās wrist, twisting it until arms were raised into the air, shot is made. inflicted pain is caused by the crack, the little snap against bones and heās eyeing the latter with no emotion drawn into dark irises. itās clear where he was now. he doesnāt know if sera moved away or not. too engrossed into getting himself out right now. though sheās lucky, too damn lucky that she has someone elseās hands on the blood she was supposed to paint her skin with.
body shifts, drawing arm forward and past his shoulder until heās pulling it further than what the male is capable of doing. removing the weapon away and his own finger is drawn into the trigger. refilled and his spare fingers cupped to his chin, forcing gap of mouth to unveil and jae slides it over. āiāll spare you, if you and your buddy over there leave and you inform everyone else to never come into my presence again.ā words cold, thicker than the blood still smeared along his skin; purposely inching the weapon further into mouth that belonged to the other. letting him choke upon the taunting words heās been hearing the past hour from him or anyone else heās connected to. tears trickling into corners and his head nods urgently.
how exhausting could this be. for him to repeat his old actions without a care. from small fist fights he had, thereās a cut underneath his eye, bruised along it and his cheek down to the corners of his lips. he carries the weapon then, tucked into the underside of his jeans and covered by his layers of warm clothing.
jae doesnāt feel proud. he doesnāt want to feel like he did justice by saving one life when he injured or possibly killed a few.
didnāt spare the life he supposedly exchanged in return to promising words because he couldnāt trust him.
his movements were slower now, head is spinning from overwhelming emotions of what he did wrong. in search of the companion he was originally with. eyes trailing from one empty alleyway to another street. in seek of someone familiar, āsera.ā he breathes out, calling every chance he gets. āsera, come on.ā
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