Bumper cars - Jackson & Hero
Theres parts of Seoul that are difficult to navigate, and this is why Jackson favours the forests more often than not. The closer you get to the city, the more condensed the buildings are, and although that was good for the population as it was, the small number of residence in the city was hardly enough to fill all the empty buildings and that left enough places for people to hide.
He’s out of breath by the time he gets to the top of the stairs, curses the fact that the mountains here seem to be everywhere, and that people decided it would be a good idea to build houses that were uphill. But it’s worth it. He’s seen her head this way before, and although her dress is an off white, tainted by a world that no longer priorities appearance, Jackson experiences attraction in the strangest of places. A fleeting look of wide eyes before he sinks his knife into their throat, the squeeze of a tiny hand in his as he leads them deep into the forest.
The waiting is the easy part, crouched in the darkness, poised, pushing down the impending agitation that gathers more towards the end of the month. He must’ve been crouched there for a good couple of hours, his calves burn by the time he straightens himself back up, fingers flexing around the weathered handle of his bat. The girl leaves the building she’d been hiding in, looks left, right, promptly missing Jackson standing there and pulls her hood up over her head as she walks away.
He follows her, like some creature in the shadows, pausing every time she does, ducking until his shoulders press unforgiving against the surface of the wall, but as uncomfortable as he is now, it’s worth it. Poised, waiting for the opportunity, waiting for her to head into a part of the city where her screams will go ignored, he moves to step out of the shadows, but something else is moving in his peripheral vision, and he realises maybe he isn’t the only one with the same desires.