(Chaeyoung)
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I was walking back to my apartment, helplessly ranting about that ridiculous Detective Danes. "Here I thought she was a nice person, warm and helpful, but then she flips a switch. Implying that I slept with my landlord!? Do I look like that kind of girl?" No really, do I? Please tell me I don't have the face of a slut and don't know it...
"I mean I understand doing your job, but she asked me so aggressively. No wait, she didn't ask, she just assumed I was sleeping with him and wanted me to confirm!" I heard little scuttering noise to my right and snapped, "What!?"
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The scuttering stopped and then started to move upwards, indicating that it was probably just a squirrel... and I just yelled randomly in public. I hope there wasn't that many people around who just saw me randomly yell at a squirrel or whatever animal that was.
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I sighed and rubbed my face. I felt depleted after ranting my whole way back and found myself at my apartment building.
Shit, that was my landlord I killed last night? What is going to happen to me and the other residents? Will we get a new landlord or have to move? I was so lucky to find this place! Who cares if it's in a slightly bad neighborhood, it was like finding a diamond ring in mud! Cheap rent, has all the facilities you need, even washing machines and dryers in the basement, and neighbors that don't bother you!
As much as I don't want to move out, sometimes getting a new landlord can be just as bad, because they raise the rent and most people have to move out anyways.
All I can do is wait and hope for the best.
I made my way up the six flight of stairs easily, as I'm used to them by now and can practically do a little jog up them. Once I got to my door I pulled out my key and went to insert it. But instead my key just hit the edge of my doorknob and the door creaked open a little... someone was in my apartment.
I pushed the door open and then closed it behind me, I placed my things down by the door and pulled my hair back into a ponytail.
I heard clattering noises coming from my bathroom. I made my way over to the short hall that I used as a walkthrough closet of sorts between my kitchen/living room and bathroom. The clattering noise stopped and from what I could tell by the light coming in from the windows, they turned towards me. I recognized the smell of his aftershave, "Mr. Chan?" I asked. He grunted and shifted his stance. I heard a sharp noise of a knife slide against the sink edge.
I kicked out, landing my foot on his chest but he didn’t go down, only stumbles back. He swung at me again, his every movement making a sound. I shifted back, catching his wrist and slamming it down down over my knee, the blade being knocked to the ground. While still holding onto his wrist he pulled me closer and then kicked my stomach, pushing me back into the hallway closet. It was darker in here, the light from the bathroom windows being blocked, but I could still sense what his movements were. He swung his arm at me but I brought my leg up and around, hitting his arm away so I could strike. He blocked it, as well as a few other of my attacks. I finally hit an opening.
When I kicked him back, I was able to catch him off guard, but he was fast and strong. He kicked out and hit the wall If the bathroom with a loud thud and I advanced until he caught both my wrists. He twisted them together, flipping me to the ground but I rolled over into a crouching position, my shoulder slamming into the tiled edge surrounding the bathtub.
He ran over and grabbed the sleeve on my shoulder, but I brought my arm and head around, bringing his arm to the other side and putting it into a lock. I then wrapped my arm around his neck and placed him in a head lock. He stood up and back stepped, slamming my back into the wall. I kicked out his knee, bringing him down.
I now had him on his knees and tried to keep my arm tightly secure around his neck, but he used his weight against me and flipped me over. I turned my body around on the smooth floor fast, bringing my legs around and wrapping them, placing him in another arm lock. I strained his arm from the position I was in with my legs around his neck but he shoved me off before I could dislocate his arm, I got back to my feet and didn't relent.
I kicked out but he caught it, tucking my leg under his arm. I swung at him with a left hook but he caught that arm. I leaned my body forward, hooking my free arm around the back of his neck, but he stood and turned, running a few steps and slamming me against the wall once again. I felt a pain that I knew meant it would leave a nasty bruise. He moved and inflicted strength and pain like an Indo-Juggernaut, a demon that is known for carrying parasites to infect other demons...224Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEaSwDH6kUV
I slid my hand against the wall as her crushed me against it. I felt the robe I knew I kept there and ripped the belt from it, wrapping it around his neck. I kicked his leg from under him, knocking him to the ground, bringing my self down with him and rolling over. I pressed my foot behind his neck and stretched my leg while pulling back on the belt as tight as I could. I didn't release until I felt the strength exit his body. When finally released, I heard his body hit the ground with a loud thud.
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I knew that wouldn't keep him down so I hurried to my feet and went to my closet, I opened the case on my floor and pulled out my Joseon dagger and then went back to his body. I reached my hand out and found his chest, I patted my hand up until I found his face and then his forehead. With what I could muster, I slammed the dagger into his forehead with as much strength I had left after that fight.
I was thinking in that moment, "How the fuck am I going to get him out of here...?" My only option was to call Marty.
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"Fucking Marty." I sighed out and slumped my way to my living room to grab the landline next to my couch. I auto dialed 2 and rung him up. After 4 rings he answered. "Ayo ayo, what's happening Chae~ Yung!" God I hated the way he said my name. "Been a long time Bebe, how's it flying?" I pinched the bridge of my nose and tried not to sound annoyed. "Heyo Marty!" I said in a sickly sweet voice, "Yeah, I need some help. Had a little run-in with an Indo-Juggernaut and well~, his body is laying in my bathroom."
If I acted rude or annoyed he would immediately be offended and do nothing, so I had to put on the gross persona if I wanted his help. "Ooo, your bathroom you say? Be right there!" He hung up fast and I new I just needed to wait a minute.
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Marty was a Striken demon, those demons are like human road runners and they can lift about the weight of an elephant. But Marty was a special case...
There was fast knocking at my door and I made slow effort to open it. I couldn't see him, but I can smell him. "Ayo Bebe, wasso wasso!" That was his weird way of saying what's up, and his voice came from slightly lower than me, meaning he was shorter than me. Where are most Striken demons were tall and densely built, he was short and built like a wire. His shadow in light is quite awkward looking. "He's in the bathroom over there." I pointed. "His apartment is two floors below me, please place him in there." He made a clicking noise with his mouth like a gun. "Gotchu!"
His steps moved towards my bathroom and after a few seconds he was walking past me. "I'll be back in a minute to clean up the blood." He was then gone and I went to sit on my couch, and just like he said, he was back within a minute. I heard a few strange noises and then he walked up to me, "All clean Bebe gur~l, how bout my pay?" I got up and grabbed my wallet from by the door where I had left my things earlier, then pulled out $200 and handed them to him. "Thank you Marty." I said in that same sweet tone. The minimum pay for Marty is actually $500, but he has a soft spot for me so he gives me a discount for supposedly being “pretty.”
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He opened my door and said, "Anytime." Slapping my ass before speeding off. The shit I put up with... but, he does a good clean up job for cheap. I only ever call him when I find it's absolutely necessary.
I cleared my head and one clear and simple question entered my mind, "What was Mr. Chan looking for?" I fell into that thought for some time.
I went to take a shower and threw my clothes in the trash can in my bedroom. I didn't want to risk whether there was blood on them or not.
It hasn't even been 2 hours yet, when I heard sirens outside of my building.
