Chapter 4: Hayeon

I stood up ignoring the outstretched hand. My eyes moved from the boy to the two men who stood next to the car. The crowd had disappeared and I felt a hand grip my arm. I hissed looking at the bulky man who chased after me.

"You thief" he growled. I dangled in his hold scowling "Return what you stole" he ordered.

I looked away in anger. "If you don't I will call the police" the bulky man yelled. The boy came into view with a murderous look. "If you come with me I can help you get out of this mess" the boy stated.

The bulky man glared in frustration. He had bulging veins popping out of his bald head. I would take my chances with the boy. "Fine" I gritted out. The man let me go and held my pained hand. The bulky man held his stomach. His insides fell out on the ground.

I started watching as the boy grabbed the dead man's shirt whipping the blood off his small

knife. The boy stuck the knife back into his pocket and grabbed my hand. He opened the car door for me and I hesitantly got in. One of the men in a suit handed an on-looker a stack of money. While the other one pulled the dead man's body into the trunk.

I had seen people die I had killed before. So this didn't scare me and I wouldn't allow this boy to either. "So your name," the boy asked leaning against the door. I looked over the boy who did reputable damage in such a short time to that giant. "Hayeon" I answered.

"Hayeon" he repeated touching his lips. I turned away looking out the window. The two men got back into the car. A guy with a lean build and brown skin turned around. "Azail" the man called out. The boy looked up as they began arguing. I couldn't tell what they were saying because they spoke in a different language.

When they finished the guy in the passenger seat sighed and the driver pulled out. The car stayed silent as we moved through the city. I didn't know where they were taking me but it had to be better than dealing with the cops. Maybe they were the yakuza. Or maybe some gang. However what gang would have a child as their leader?

Twenty minutes later we pulled in front

of a plane. It was white with gold trim. Stunning was the word that came out of my mouth. "You should see the inside" the boy muttered. "Come on" he ushered. I stopped in my tracks and he paused.

The boy shook his head. "I told you I would get you out of trouble. You will be safe with me" the boy said with a soft tone. He sounded sincere but his eyes showed I had no choice. The boy ushered me onto the stairs. When I stepped foot inside the plane I felt out of place. The seats were white and floor velvet-like.

My eyes landed on candy and I dashed forward. I fell into a seat and started stuffing my face. By the time I noticed the boy was staring at me across the table. I wiped my face which was full of chocolate. He handed me a napkin and I slowly wiped my face.

My mother always told me to eat properly but there had been a lot of things that I stopped listening to. "You should put your seat belt on, sticky fingers". I frowned as the boy smirked. I fiddled with my seat belt until he stood up and clicked it for me. I watched as he took the seat next to me.

Six men and other two familiar ones came in. My throat clogged from their demeanors but my worry quickly strained. I had never been on a plane and now I wish I hadn't had to.

The plane ran on the road and I could hear the whooshing of us boosting into the air. I gripped the leather arm and I felt like my heart had stopped.

For some reason, I couldn't get air into my lungs. I clenched my eyes tight in fear. I wished for my mother to be beside me. My eyes flew open feeling a hand hold my own. The boy. His face formed weirdly but I could tell he was trying to comfort me. So, for the next twenty minutes, we stayed in that position. The plane settled and I was able to relax.

"Never flew, huh," the boy asked. I shook my head fast catching my breath. "And you...where are we going Azail"? I guessed that was his name from the one word I understood in that man and his conversation from earlier. His eyes widened slightly "My name is Revien" he corrected. I nodded looking away realizing our hands were still together.

I slipped my hand out of his "Revien? Where are we going"? Revien tapped on the spot my hand used to be at. My home. A place where you will become a new. My father Mikha'il Ra Gual will make sure of that. So be warned I saved you and he will remake you" the boy stated.