"Hello?"
"Hey there, pretty," Hwoarang smiled when Julia answered the phone, "So, what's up?"
"Ehm- not much, really, I'm on my way to visit Nicole." Nicole was two years older than Julia, and a long time friend of her. Hwoarang suddenly remembered. Julia and Nicole were supposed to spend the weekend in an old summer house outside the city limits.
"Oh yeah, right," he muttered, stretching out, keeping the phone placed between his ear and shoulder, Say hello to Nic from me."
"I will," Julia answered, hanging up. Hwoarang placed the phone on it's original spot. He used to call her names, like 'pretty', 'beautiful' and stuff like that, but they weren't dating or anything. He had thought about it, though. She was good-looking, hot, everything a chick should be, though she had quite a temper. He chuckled lightly to himself.
"And sweet," he said to himself. It was a term he hardly ever used on the other sex, but Julia was different somehow. He suddenly heard a knock on the door. With a heavy sigh, he got up from his spot, and walked to the hallway. Someone knocked again.
"Get a grip, I'm on my way," Hwoarang yelled, grabbing the handle with a hard grip. He opened the door, ready to face the one outside.
"What?" he hissed, looking out at an empty stairwell. He blinked, taking a look around, searching for the person who had knocked. But no one was in sight. He gritted his teeth, turning around, when a small beeping was heard beside him. He turned his head towards the noise, eyeing a small device hanging on the outside wall. It was red and shaped as a heart, and for a few seconds, he wondered if it could have been Julia, who had planted it there. But how should she be able to get to his end of town so fast? He had just hang up, when the person knocked. He gently let a finger stroke the item, and it was a warm feeling, that hit him. It was almost burning.
"What the fuck-" he yelped, pulling back his burned finger. Something was wrong. He eyed the thing, not really knowing what to do with it. He was getting angry, the thing kept beeping, and it sounded like the annoying sound got louder and louder, faster and faster.
And then something snapped inside of him. It was pure instinct, when he jumped into the hallway, and rolled into the living room, as the small heart suddenly exploded in a huge cascade of flames and dust. Hwoarang felt the flames licking his back and legs, gritting his teeth from the pain. It wasn't bad, but he could feel it right where the bullet from yesterday had hit him. He flung his arms up to cover his head, as the fire flew over him through the room.
Silence. Hwoarang looked up, removing his arms. The fire had increased to a small flame from the heart, which was now nothing but a burned out piece of metal. Hwoarang was furious. He stood up and ran to the door.
"I'M GONNA KILL YA!" he screamed, his mind blurted with anger.