His back was pressed against the dirty wall of a dark alleyway, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, a salty taste on his tongue as they fell into his mouth. His eyes closed for a moment, and he leaned forward, placing his palms on his knees. He forced himself into a calm by breathing in deeply before releasing it slowly. Just then, his eyes fluttered opened and he straightened to his full height. He had been running from these men--who they were, he had no idea, just that they seemed to want him dead. They had cornered him, and he had been lucky enough to shut off most of their brain functions in a panic to escape before one who had evaded his mind probing took out what appeared to be a gun and aimed it at him. He had prepared to send this man unconscious when the trigger was pulled and a strange light emitted from the barrel. It felt as if something in him had been blocked, and when he again attempted to render the other unconscious, nothing happened. His only instinct then was to run, and run he did.
He ran and he only glanced behind him a few times to see if he was still being chased, and he was. He turned sudden corners, ran through back roads, and yet he hadn't been able to rid himself of the three remaining men hunting him.
"Fuck," he cursed softly as he heard the men approach the alley. He pressed himself flat against the wall, arms spread, head turned in the direction of the entrance to the alleyway. He stood in the shadows, so he wouldn't be noticed--at least not yet. He didn't know for how long he would be able to evade his pursuers. Quickly, he began to look around for something, anything that could aid him in either combat or escape. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He hadn't been hunted in a long time, not since--
He squeezed his eyes shut as he forced the memories back. He couldn't lose himself at a time like this. He would surely die if he did. Nearby footsteps caught his attention as they seemed to be coming from the other end of the alley, and his head snapped in that direction. If it was more of those men chasing him, he was screwed. Confusion came across his features as the figure got closer, then recognition as distinct almond eyes and blonde hair were revealed by the dim lighting.
"Jiyeon, what are you--" he began, only to be cut off by the sound of feet pounding against concrete alerted him that his pursuers had discovered them. Now he had no choice but to fight. Pushing away from the wall, he jumped into their path, diverting their attention from Jiyeon and onto him. Smirks curled their lips as they realized who he was, but he didn't give them much time to remain smug as his leg struck the one closest to him in the stomach. The man keeled over, and the man beside him sneered, swinging at Maru who just barely managed to dodge it. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the third man take out a gun and aim at Jiyeon, one that looked very similar to the one that had been used on him earlier.
"Shit!" he cursed, turning to stop him when the second man lurched at him, holding him back. Maru struggled, managing to elbow him in the stomach before slamming his foot down on the first man's head as he attempted to get up again. He lunged at the third man weilding the strange weapon, Maru's body slamming into his with as much force as he could muster just as the gun went off, the light being shot into a wall. As Maru wrestled on the ground with the man, he used his gun to smack him in the face, surprising Maru as he was thrown off, groaning in pain and spitting out a mouthful of blood. He could only hope Jiyeon would interfere.