The mutant's screams gradually subsided. I couldn't even make a sound. And finally. Pow! The antennae-equipped head could not withstand the pressure and exploded into no shape. As if a watermelon had been dropped and broken, brain fluid and body fluids spread out over a radius of several meters. Pieces of epidermis and flesh were mixed with the purple body fluid.
There was only miserable silence at the place where the mutant died. Yoo Geon was frozen in place. His fingertips and toes were as cold as if they had been dipped in ice water. How long has it been like that?
Footsteps were heard through the silence. It was the sound made when wearing hard-soled shoes or walkers.
A strange man appeared from beyond the cold darkness. He leisurely crossed the chaotic alley. One step, and one more step. Following his steps, the street lights broke and the car left on the side of the road landed. The corpse of a mutant species that had already reached the end of its life was crushed again. Hunters who could not tell whether they were unconscious or dead were no exception.
The sound of human and monster bodies being crushed rang out one after another. The man passed gracefully, as if he were a conductor savoring the harmony of an orchestra. It was an unrealistic sight. He suddenly stopped. It was a distance away from where Yoo Geon was, as if his expression could not be seen. A white, dangerous breath leaked from his lips.
The man was unusually tall. He is dressed neatly, like the heir to a conglomerate or a successful entrepreneur at a young age, but underneath that high-quality dress shirt is a body that has been trained through numerous battles. However, his face did not feel rough at all, perhaps because it was like a rose made of glass.
He stretched out his gloved hand and pointed upward. A dark night sky with nothing in it.
"Did you see it?"
It was a random question that cut everything off. The voice could not have been smoother for a topic that had just committed a terrible massacre.
"… … ."
Yoo Geon remained silent without letting his guard down. The man tilted his head slightly as if he was giving an answer. His disheveled hair fell over his forehead. His hair was also a rare color. A mixture of half dull brown and half dull gold, a color that seems to have dried throughout the long winter night. If I had to define it, it was gray. But where is this gorgeous gray color?
"Are you going to keep your mouth shut?"
"… … ."
"You have the perfect personality to earn a fortune."
The man narrowed his eyes. It was quite a theatrical gesture. Just that small change in facial expression created an incredibly sad atmosphere.
"You don't want to say that? What can I do for you? "If that person's head flies off, will you feel like answering?"
The tone of speech seems to be debating whether to kill a bug by stepping on it or not. He was extremely sincere and had the ability to do so. Cold sweat gathered in his hands.
Yoo Geon closed his eyes tightly. An unidentified mutant species I encountered when I was young, Hee-seong's unexpected runaway, a rumor that an S-class member was coming, and a strange man before my eyes. Fragmented information wandered around in a dark field of vision. As blood poured out of his injured leg, was his ability to think gone? His head didn't work properly. Everything was extremely confusing. He finally opened his eyes and asked briefly.
"what?"
"An old disaster."
"disaster… … ."
Yoo Geon repeated his words like a groan. It was a metaphor that was difficult for him to understand, as he always spoke in a straightforward and crude way. But somehow I felt like I knew.
"If you mean that big mutant thing in the sky, it suddenly appeared and then just as suddenly it disappeared. and."
He spoke as if he was possessed and then closed his mouth. My instincts were warning me not to talk to that man anymore and to run away.
The other person was not normal. I couldn't tell when I was walking from afar, but I could tell when I looked closer. The whites of the eyes were red with bursting blood vessels, and the pupils moved back and forth intermittently. The white skin visible inside the shirt sleeves and collar was red with blood and bruises. It is not an external wound. The internal injury had spread to the surface of the skin.
Carnivorous plants lure their prey with their colorful appearance and sweet scent and then eat them. The difference between glamor and madness is just a page of paper. The author was dangerous. Even more so than the mutants that were targeting Yoo Geon and Hee Seong.
"ah… … under."
The man who had been watching Yoo Geon persistently laughed. Like an angel who fell in the middle of ruins. The eyes sparkled with a dangerous light.
"Did you see it?"
Yoo Geon reflexively took a step back. I have never regretted not bringing a spare magazine with him.
"How can you be okay after seeing that? "Is there an S-class in this country that I don't know about?"
The man approached me, asking in a soft tone. Yoo Geon took a step back, putting the fallen Hee Seong behind him and blocking him from the man's gaze. A large stainless steel drum had fallen in the middle of the alley, blocking the space between the two. The man walked calmly without even looking at it. The drum collapsed on its own and fell against the far wall.
"I don't feel anything like that."
The gaze that is looking at Yoo Geon intently is like a television crackling due to a faulty radio signal.
"I don't think I'm even an ordinary person."
Something hard caught on Yoo-gun's foot. His gun was left carelessly abandoned. It seemed like another hunter was equipping it. They either spilled it while running away or dropped it while dying. It's probably one of two things. Without taking my eyes off the man, I focused on the gun at his feet. My spine tingled with tension. Wait, just a brief loophole.
"i get it. "You were a guide."
Yoo Geon did not miss the opportunity. He kicked his gun with his toe and quickly snatched it away. I could barely feel the weight of it in his hand. Fortunately, it wasn't an empty gun. He skillfully adjusted his grip to the gun and aimed it straight ahead.
"A 'gun-toting' guide. "If you come any closer, I will shoot."
I didn't think an S-class would be easily defeated by a gun like this. But no matter how powerful he is, isn't he fundamentally a human being made of blood, flesh, and bones? If there is a hole in the heart or brain, you die. We had to break even.
"Be scared."
Even though the gun was aimed at the exact center between his eyes, he did not blink. He smiled brightly and half-heartedly raised both his hands.
"But why is the guide with the gun here? "What if someone takes me away, without a leash?"
Instead of answering, there was a clanking sound from the gun Yoo Gun was holding. He was already halfway pulling his trigger.
"I don't have a hobby of picking up things that fall on the street. Because this is all thrown away... … . "I'm starting to get a little greedy."
Yoo Geon did not move even after hearing those words. When should I shoot? Can you hit it by shooting it? Even if it hits, will it be able to inflict damage? That was the only thought. His cold hair moved gently. This is a quiet alley with not a breath of wind blowing.
"… … ."
Yoo Geon stiffened and rolled his eyes to the side. His own hair was moving wildly. His invisible power pretended to gently brush the side of his disheveled hair. Even though his hair is short and can't possibly fit inside his ears.
When I recognized that, my legs relaxed. Yoo Geon stumbled in his seat and collapsed. A forgotten pain spread from his injured leg. He laughed out loud as if the man was having fun.
"I'm surprised? "I was just kidding."
He slowly narrowed the distance. A shadow fell over Yoo Geon.
"I came here a little late and the situation was over. "I thought this time was just a waste of money."
I fumbled on the floor and grabbed the gun again. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the man placed his hand on the muzzle of his gun. If it were an ordinary person, his palm, no, his entire hand would have been blown off. but.
"It was worth it."
He smiled and grabbed the gun. He was crushed by the alloy gun barrel along with the bullet inside. Yoo Geon, who had lost all means of resistance in an instant, pursed his lips in bewilderment.
The man took off the leather gloves that tightly covered his hands. The bare hands exposed underneath were as white and straight as his face. His large hand violently grabbed the back of Yoo Geon's neck and pressed him to the floor. The impact of hitting the back of his head caused his vision to turn black.
"Huh!"
Sparks flew from the part where they touched. The energy inside my body was sucked into someone else.
Yoo Geon always had to be careful when guiding Hee Seong. He was a full tank and Heesung was a small glass. To prevent the water from overflowing, he poured it carefully, making sure not to tip over the glass due to the strong stream of water. This man, on the other hand, was a desert. A vast and dry land of martyrs that has never rained for a long time. The sip of water that I accidentally spilled was quickly swallowed without a trace.
It's still not enough. A little more, a lot more. Until the guide's breathing stopped and his body withered away. Until this hateful thirst is all gone. A vicious craving spread through the veins of my entire body. This was not guiding. It was too one-sided to be called guiding. It was violence and robbery. I couldn't even imagine how hungry I must have been just by touching my neck.
Yoo Geon shook his head like crazy and struggled. I grabbed the strong forearm that was strangling my neck and clawed with all my might, and at the same time, I kicked the man on top with my walker foot. But the man didn't move. The woman was strangling him until the blood on the back of his hand was standing, and he wrapped his other arm around his waist and hugged him. At first glance from a distance, it might have looked like lovers rolling around passionately in the middle of the ruins.
"ah… … . Ugh."
A groan escaped the man. Yoo Geon barely opened his eyes. The man's face was visible beyond the tears that were welling up. His cheeks turned red and his eyes shined like stars. My eyelashes trembled as I lowered my eyes.
With that ecstatic sight right in front of him, Yoo Geon stirred with difficulty. Even though he opened his mouth, no sound came out of his throat. His vision became blurry and his ears deafened. The despair that he could not escape no matter how much he resisted consumed his mind.
"I don't know if they go crazy because they don't have a guide, but I don't understand people who go crazy because of a guide… … ."
He relaxed his grip on my neck. Suddenly, a rush of air rushed in.
"Cough! "Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
Yoo Geon was released from custody and was sprawled on the floor. A low laugh sounded in my ears.
"Cry harder. "You can do it."
"this… … Crazy, you bastard."
"You have to use pretty words."
"… … ."
"Doesn't it hurt your pride to only get an F grade with that ability? "As long as I can get hit, the rank doesn't matter?"
"shut up."
"Is that guy that good? If you look at it from the outside, it looks quite… … "I'm sorry."
The man half-heartedly looked back at the fallen Hee-seong and shrugged his shoulders. A fire lit up in Yoo Geon's eyes.
"Shut up!"
"Whose mouth is it that says such mean things?"
He frowned slightly. The tone was as if he were scolding a young child. He was so lithe that it didn't suit the situation, so it sounded like a mockery. Yoo Geon looked up at him blankly, then his face twisted fiercely. When he saw that expression, he became extremely cheerful. Where did something like this come from?
He held Yoo Geon tightly and looked into his face affectionately. I gently brushed his messy black hair and cupped his chin. He was even more unbearable. Their lips overlapped without giving the other person a chance to react. I firmly fixed his limp head and pressed it between my lips. His wet tongue dug in and persistently sucked his inner flesh. There was a faint taste of blood, as if the wound around his mouth had burst open.
Yoo Geon, who had been in a daze, came to his senses. For a moment, his eyes flashed red as he wondered what was happening to him.
"Ugh, huh!"
I quickly stretched out my arm and tried to push the man's chest, but he didn't budge. This time, I grabbed the shirt collar. A couple of buttons were torn off by Yu-geon's hands. I tried to stop him by grabbing him by the collar, but that wasn't possible either. The man laughed, rumbling in his throat, and then he lunged even more violently.
He was very persistent. He sucked his tongue until his cheeks hollowed out, then bit down on his lower lip. He even stuck the tip of his tongue into the soft palate. I couldn't breathe as someone else's weight was placed between my spread legs. It was just a kiss, but I felt like I was being stabbed to the core of my body. The hallucination of bodily fluids flowing and pooling on his moist, light red mucosa flashed before my eyes.
Little by little, the bruises that were visible between the open shirt collars disappeared. It felt like the scene of ink seeping into paper was played backwards. While receiving guidance, injuries heal in seconds. I got goosebumps. Is this what they meant when they said to think that S-class people are not human?
As soon as the lips parted after a long indulgence, a fist came straight from Yoo Geon. Shinje grabbed his wrist and blocked the attack. This time, I pulled out the knife that was on his waist and tried to attack him, so I mercilessly cut and pressed his injured thigh. A trickle of blood spurted out through his torn pants. Yoo Geon lifted his chest and swallowed his moans.
"Ugh… … ."
"Even if you say such pretty words. "I just keep getting angry so I have no choice but to keep my mouth shut."
Even though Yoo Geon was grabbed by both wrists and pinned down, he glared at his opponent without giving up. His scar-covered eyes frowned, and sharp breaths escaped from between his wet lips. She didn't show it at all, even though her wrist felt like it was going to break at any moment.
There were usually two types of guides. Either I curse my situation and wallow in self-pity, or I try to put the awakened people under my feet as if my guiding ability is a government post. But this young man was neither the former nor the latter. So it was refreshing. In the first place, it was funny to send the guide into battle with a weapon. Just as the king of the chessboard stands at the forefront alongside the pawns.
The king who kicked off the throne must be given a weapon appropriate for him. It's no fun if he gets to checkmate too easily.
"Almuten."
The man lowered his body and whispered in Yu-gun's ear.
"This is the name of the disaster you face."
He relaxedly let go of the wrist he was clutching. But Yoo Geon couldn't do anything. All he could do was pant with his unfocused eyes half closed. He had been brave enough to have survived so far without fainting.
"He will come back someday. "He never lets go of prey he sets his sights on."
He contentedly licked the blood on the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue and stood up. He had a calm demeanor, as if he had never run into trouble. All of the goals we came here for have been achieved. No, he achieved more than he set out to achieve. There was no reason to stay idle in this dirty alley.
"We will meet again soon."
"Uh, hmm, what is that… … ."
"Hello, guide with a gun. "I hope you feed me something other than bullets next time."
The man turned around and left. The sound of footsteps gradually became distant. Only the last, humorous words remained in my ears. I could vaguely hear sirens and helicopters in the distance. It seemed that the Awakened Management Headquarters had finally arrived. Anyway, those heavy espers never arrived on time. Sometimes it's good and sometimes it's bad, but right now it was the latter.
Yoo Geon slowly closed his eyes. Her whole body hurt as if it had been crushed by a rock, and it was so cold because she had lost so much blood. He couldn't think any more. Even thinking about my brother who fell next to me. Soon my consciousness subsided.