Third-Person View:
She walks through the dark alleys, the corners of the city where the most dangerous things happen. But she? She walks like she owns the world, like the night is her hour, and the dark gives her a glow. Nonchalant and unbothered by the shadows surrounding her, and humming an unrecognizable tune.
Suddenly, she hears a sound in the dark corner of the alley under the bridge. It was like a grasp. Her instinct quickly turned sharp as she stopped to listen to any other sound from the shadows. She hears it again, another grasp. She walked towards the sound, ready for any twist, when she saw a man holding his abdomen and leaning against the wall.
He was wearing a black shirt with black pants and a black leather jacket. His face was covered in a black mask, his hair was messy around his forehead, and his head was leaning against the wall.
"What the hell?!" She said loudly enough that her voice echoed in the alley.
"Who the hell?" He said, his muscles tightening as he instantly became alert on hearing the loud voice.
"Dude!" Her eyes widen as she looks at the red liquid coming out of his abdomen. "You are bleeding," she said in the same voice, her voice echoing again.
"Shut your mouth and go to hell!" he growled, standing somehow.
"Where do you think we live?" She said, replying to the 'go to hell' part in the same voice.
"Can you freaking lower your voice, or should I make you?" He said in a dark whisper as he stood without support this time.
"That doesn't change the fact that you are bleeding like hell right now." She said, but now her voice was a little lower; however, she was still unbothered.
"Do you think I freaking don't know it?" He said, losing his patience as the pain struck him again, and he growled.
"Need Help?" She asked like it's nothing.
"No." He replied in a low voice, merely a whisper, leaning against the wall again.
"Sure?" She asked again, like she is unbothered by whatever reply she gets. He growls at the pain again.
"Fine," he said with a sigh again, standing to his feet. "Help me reach to my car." He said, looking away.
"Okay," she said with a shrug, like she helps strangers like this present in the dark corner of the city every night.
FM POV (Point of View):
I help him walk through the alley up to the road, somewhere he said his car is, when suddenly a shiny black Mercedes-Benz comes into my view from the shadows.
He unlocks the car with the keys.
"Give me the keys," I said, more like an order.
"And why would I do that?" He replied sarcastically.
"You are not planning to drive at this rate, are you?" I said in a mocking tone, to which he glared at me.
"Do you even know how to drive?" He asked like a silent challenge, with eyes looking straight into mine.
I scoff at the challenge. "Trust me, I know more than that," I replied without breaking eye contact.
He stared at me for a while longer before giving me the keys. I helped him get into the passenger seat and walked towards the driver's seat. I opened the door and got into the car, brought the engine back to life, and effortlessly brought the car to the main road like I drive a Mercedes every day... somewhat I do.
"What's the location?" I asked after the car was on the main road.
"Blackwood Hall 12 Haneul-ro," he replied shortly, keeping his eyes on the front.
"Hmm," I hummed in answer, which was a notice that I knew that place. We kept quiet for a while, just the sounds of breaths and small hisses from him whenever I took a sharp turn, and his wounds hurt.
"Btw, I forgot to ask. How did you get that cut?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"That's none of your business." He replied coldly, at which I glared at him before turning back to the road again.
"Well... it is my business," I said, glancing at him to find out if he was looking at me with an eyebrow raised. I looked back at the road.
"I would like to know how because I don't find a freaking reason." He answered. I looked at him again, but this time with a smirk on my face. I looked back at the road.
"Because I am the one at fault already. I am helping a stranger whom I found at a dark corner of an alley. Do you not think it's my business to know which karate match you lost to get into this position?"
He was glaring at me with his dark, emotionless eyes. I know his patience is wearing thin. "First, I didn't lose. Second, no, this is none of your freaking business, and if you don't shut up asking questions now, I will throw you out of this car."
I shrug my shoulders. "I highly doubt that."
"Doubt what?" he asked.
"Doubt that you will throw me out. Because that way, we will both die in an accident." I said with a smile.
"You think I care?" he said coldly.
"You don't?" I asked again, this time looking at him. When I saw his unbothered reaction, my smirk widened. "Good, Caz, me too," I said, looking back at the road and slowly speeding the car to the fullest in the middle of the public road, dodging the cars perfectly and effortlessly.
"What the F**K!" He said as he hissed in pain at a sharp turn.
"What? You said you didn't care...' I said, mockingly glancing at him.
"I don't, but you forgot my wound is still deep," he said with a growl.
"That's none of my business," I said, repeating it the same way as he said it before, not lowering the speed and driving without any problem in the middle of the road, breaking the signals.
"How can you drive this well?" He asked suddenly, sounding somewhat impressed.
"Careful, that sounds like you are almost giving me a compliment," I replied with a mocking smile in his direction.
"Don't flatten yourself," he said, his voice back to the rude bastard he is, but still demanding an answer.
"I drive cars..." I answered shortly, keeping my eyes fixed on the road, as his house was now nearby.
"You drive cars?" he repeated, voice like he is neither believing nor satisfied with the answer. "You think that explanation is enough?" He said, his voice a slight tone of mockery.
"No," I said with a short chuckle, which was not kind at all, like I was agreeing with him. "But you chose to keep things in our business," I said before, looking at him with a mock smile, at which he glared at me like I was playing with a dangerous fire... that could easily burn me. But what he doesn't know is, I am gasoline, and I like to fuel the fire and burn things...
That was it for today, guys. I don't know if you like it or not. Honestly, I have no resources to advertise this book, so I am letting it go however it goes. There is almost no chance that somebody reads it, but if you do, please comment. I will release the second part even if I get one comment. I don't want to waste my time on this, so if it doesn't get any comments or votes, I might not continue.