Fire does not b u r n fire. And yet, he was fleeing. Danger was ever-present, but unlike the previous segments of his life that read like some horror flick. For once he had something important to lose. S O M E O N E It all started innocently enough, a brief encounter crossed over to a prolonged dalliance. And that finally cemented itself into a bond that he had not been looking for. There was a part of him that resented her at first, when he realized where his feelings were going. Knowing then that he no longer had full control over them, and that her presence was now becoming more and more important.

 And so days turned into weeks, dates into stay in weekends, and then celebrations of holidays and endless holidays. She was aware of certain things, partly because he could never tell her EVERYTHING for her own sake, and also because she too, he reckoned, wanted to play dumb on a few things, making their togetherness easier. Under simple pretenses, cloaked in deceit, Jung-hoo had made sure to orchestrate their newest little trip into a fancy bow. Not wanting to alarm her, or even allow her to say NO. 

There was always someone after him, that part he was used to, but now they were aware of her existence, and that had changed everything. So instead of putting everything on the table, he had opted out on a more natural path for himself. Lies. Instead of running for cover due to possible death and injury, it was sold as a short vacation. The duration unknown to him as well. But she was getting antsy, and he realized that there was no other way but to tell her exactly what had happened. Which would bring us to NOW, the two of them standing on opposite sides of his study, the aftermath of his reveal yet to be seen. 

  It was quiet as night began to settle over the city, the hum of cars travelling the roads slowing and the streets were near empty of people aside from the nightlife in the center and those on the their way home.

  Vincent let out a sigh as he took a seat on the bench, sliding his backpack off his shoulder and placing it at the end as a makeshift pillow. He was hidden away from curious eyes with trees and bushes with his bench at the back of the clearing. A path led to him but given it was near a corner but he doubted anyone would wander near while passing through. He’d prefer for his sleep to go undisturbed without strangers or police shooing him on.

  He’d spent the day on his feet, searching for work but was turned away at every attempt and he couldn’t blame them. He had no ID, no phone, no paperwork and no way for them to contact him outside of him checking in later. He’d give his name but as far as any search into him would go, the record of his death at Titan and possibly on that evenful Halloween night would set the requirement for further proof he was who he claimed. It was a tough position he was in and his ways out looked like they were dropping by the minute but he refused to stop trying. He’d wedge himself a place back into this world.

: plucked from this MEME.  - still accepting.

Salivary glands working overtime, making his jaw ache. Jung-hoo swallows feeling the tiny hairs on his arms standing up, and the veins under the translucent skin of his neck and face protrude, now visible more so than ever before. They look to be almost black, in reality, they were dark purple, making their way towards his eyes. The usually dim dark brown eyes had changed, streaks of red mixing in. It wasn’t just that he was hungry, he was also angry. 

Those two were enough seemingly to overpower him. He was as white as chalk, unnaturally pale, loosing the usually normal color of his skin. “‌You should be.” He didn’t want to HARM her. But there was no way of saying what he was capable of doing in this state. The transformation that was occurring right in front of her, the person that was standing in front of her, might as well be someone else. A stranger.

It was dark, wherever he’d look and no matter how much he opened his eyes or tried to focus on something, it all came up as DARKNESS. He had woken up to a nasty headache and upon further examination a lump had already formed as he slowly moved his fingers across the back of his head, feeling also blood that had dried up on the back of his neck, trailing down bellow his t-shirt. The floor was damp and cold, but there was nothing around him. Jung-hoo tried to move slowly, still on his knees, feeling his way around, the wall behind him had styrofoam taped to it, but there was no furniture or anyone else around until he heard something moving. 

Tall light blue walls and perfectly clear windows gave an illusion of the idealistic place to live. The newly built apartment complex just outside of the busiest streets would be a perfect place for young families or people wanting to escape the noise of the city. And yet behind those thick concrete walls that give such a sense of security, lies something far more ominous. For now, HE is using it as a wonderfully easy way to complete some of his side businesses and house all those that work for him. Each floor divided in its own category, be it drugs, guns, prostitution or even miscellaneous. Front and center in view of the public and no one has any idea. 

That’s the best way to fool the idiots that pass the building by, look up, imagine living there and then move on. It’s almost fun watching them from up above. Some of the apartments are furnished fully, like the one he is in, along with a person tied to a chair, bag over HER head. “I was clear when I said what you needed to retrieve, as I remember I didn’t mention anything about any girl.” The only option that things go by without a hitch is for him to do all the work, which at certain moments, like this one, he regrets not doing.