Welcome Home, Mirae (5)

Warning! This chapter has adult-restricted contents such as the use of vulgar languages, violence, intercourse, and might even show the portrayal of harmful activities. Continue at your own risk.

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When the car she was riding launched into the woods, she knew she had to act quickly. Young Mirae kicked Bo Kyung's foot, who happened to be undergoing a seizure, away from the accelerator. Yet no matter how she used the strength left in her, the enormous man would not budge.

It rocked, jolted ceaselessly as they advanced in speed. She grabbed for something and held on to it tightly. The moment the car collided with a large tree, Young Mirae immediately assumed she was dead.

So this was it. 

She would die without pulling a fight against those scoundrels. 

Shaggy bastards! If she had known Bo Kyung was coming, Young Mirae wouldn't have hesitated from rushing through the hallway and grabbed a gun or two.

Damned this.

Young Mirae drifted in and out of her consciousness after the collision. As she eventually resisted the urge to wander in the sea of unconsciousness once more, she unfastened her seat belt and wobbly stirred from the car.

"Ngh… Kyung, where are you?"

Her eyelids threatened to flutter shut, yet she fought it. When she could not see the guard sitting on the driver's seat, her eyes trailed around looking for him. 

"Where, where are you? Bo Kyung?"

Young Mirae asked for support on the hood of the car as her body was screaming. Bones and muscles, joints, and organs felt as though someone hammered them a thousand times. The blood coming from her forehead crawled to her mouth. The iron taste of wine liquid touched her teeth and tongue.

Thankfully, before they had a collision on the broad tree, she had the time to buckle her seatbelt from yanking the big man away from the driver's seat. She also clamped her hand on the grab handle.

She soon noticed the shattered windshield; it was a huge, visible hole tainted with blood from the driver's seat. Seeing the broadcast ruin, it answered the puzzle of Bo Kyung's whereabouts.

"Kyung!" she called in exhaustion, worry escaped her worn-out voice.

Young Mirae claimed for the assistance of the board tree trunks, the towers of woods that were standing beside her. She staggered her way through the bloodstains on the leafy ground. It was not long when she was introduced to a person's corpse, bathing in his own pool of blood.

A sharp gasp protruded from her lips. She instantly forgot the pain she was feeling from her head to her heels when she saw him laying out cold on the bed soil. 

Her eyes welled with tears that slipped through their corners. Like a blockage formed in her chest through her throat, Young Mirae sobbed the pain not from her body but her heart. 

Slowly, Young Mirae held the dead driver's hand coated with his thick blood and placed it on her cheek.

"Kyung, bring me home. I, I'm scared. I, I'm no Boss. I'm still the Young Miss. T-They threw me abroad because I ranked shit with my tiny bird brain and barely have common sense. I'm still the dumbest shit you guys know."

Young Mirae sniffed the snot that was threatening to fall from her nostrils. She prayed for him to rouse from unconsciousness. She wished everything was a grim joke, just as they would pull a nasty prank on April fools' day.

But there were no signs of life from the dead body she was grieving over.

"...might be here."

Her sharp ears heard muffled voices that echoed through the void. The alarming sounds of the motors revving mixed in.

"That brat might be hiding here somewhere. I can sense her."

There was no time to idle. She needed to haste and leave the woods before they reached her location. But how, when they could catch her while they mounted their motors and her solely running?

'Think, Young Mirae. We're not as stupid as they say,' she spoke in her mind, wiping off the bead of tears on her cheeks. Thus she waited for their arrival and aimed to steal a motorcycle.

What time was it? Crap, she forgot her phone in her room. She also removed her hand watch before she was about to sleep. Tsk, things were not going her way.

Irked, she hasted back to the car and checked the glove compartment for any. Expecting something useful, she opened it and two items appeared before her eyes: a yellow folder and a gun.

What could be the contains of it? Ah, clearly it should be the new identity that her uncle was about.

Distracted, when she was about to read the information inside the folder, the noises from the motorcycles roared near her ears. Young Mirae fled from the car and hid behind a broad tree trunk. She waited for their appearance while she was clasping the gun on her chest.

"That's the car!" A youthful voice announced their arrival before the sounds of the engines stopped.

Young Mirae peeked and watched them hop from their vehicles to verify the car. When they were a few meters away from the motors, she unveiled herself and anchored her first target.

Drawing a gun in hand, she pulled the trigger without hesitation. Setting the mark one after the other, it blasted a bullet. Two loud bangs and a high-pitched whistle came into her ears. It rang seamlessly. With each shot by a bullet, it pierced toward their heads and their bodies gave this satisfying twitch.

Blood spewed from the bullet holes. As both simultaneously fell on the ground, it produced a heavy thump. Young Mirae wasn't aware that she held her breath. She lowered her hand; the gun dangled in her finger as she did so. 

These men were too weak.

"Kyung, uncle, granny, grand-gran… My family and my people." Young Mirae pressed her hand on her face. The last bead of tears gently cascaded through the corners of her eyes as she recited them one by one. "I'll make them repay their debts. I'll offer their heads to each one of you when the right time has come. I promise that."

Young Mirae mouthed a low "sorry" behind her breath. She sought revenge and oppose her uncle's wishes of living a normal life. She would not withdraw from her words.

She swore she would bring nightmares to the ones who killed her family and her people. She promised herself and everyone that she would leave no one alive.

Walking her way to one of the rival's crew, she stooped to take a souvenir of her initial kill: a blue cross brooch.

Young Mirae inserted the item into her pajama's pocket. She soon noticed that the blanket wrapped on her body was missing. It must have slipped at the moment Kyung took her into the car.

"...Okay, let's say our last goodbye to Kyung," she told herself.

She stepped close to her driver's body and followed it with a low bow. Young Mirae struggled to keep a straight expression on her face. Pressing her lips together from the process, her eyes trembled again from the threat of them weeping.

"H-Hatred for all, love for none." These words left from her lips.

Young Mirae held her position, bowing to the dead. She wished for someone to call her name, tell her to settle and leave. She pleaded for someone to play her grandmother's voice in the background. Perhaps, maybe even her grandfather's berates or the chaotic laughs of her crewmates.

Until then, Young Mirae refused to allow herself to leave the spot.