"Man, where the fuck are ya?" By-uong asked in the phone. Hwoarang just sighed. He looked out of the window, eyeing the glittering lights just outside his window.
"A place in Las Vegas," he said, a small grin passing his lips. He had simply picked the first place that slipped his mind, and then he ended up there. Of all places. It wasn't so bad, when you thought about it. He would spend some money in the casino, have a few drinks in the bar, the usual.
"Listen, things are a little complicated. There's a psycho out there trying to kill me,"
"It doesn't look like you," By-uong muttered. And no, it didn't. But he had other things to worry about. Friends getting caught in crossfire was a big risk.
"I have my reasons," Hwoarang silently said, hanging up the phone. He kept staring out of the window. His stalker couldn't have followed him all the way to Las Vegas, could he? There was nothing to do but wait. And I the meantime, he would amuse himself with some gambling. He walked out of his room, locking the door behind him. He wouldn't be surprised, if there would be a bomb, when he returned. Walking down the stairs, he passed two girls, both wearing pink dresses. They blinked to him, giving him small waves to catch his attention, but he didn't care. He gave them a small nod and a smile, and continued into the casino. Taking a look around, he quickly found his place. Poker.
"Hey, what's up," he smirked, sitting down by the table and placed his bet. And the time passed by. He won, he lost, and for a very long time, he had forgotten about his little problem. It was almost midnight, and Hwoarang had collected a lot of money. He chuckled, when he drew the king, and could show a royal flush to the people around the table.
"How do you do it, man?" a guy with afro hair, staring at Hwoarang, "I simply don't get it, man, how can anyone win so much on one night man, I still don't get it, man, it's just sooo… Man." Hwoarang gave him a smile and rose from the table.
"It's all in the hands, man," he joked, leaving with his earnings. He took a closer look around him. Maybe he should try the roulette? He walked over to it, giving the man by the wheel a nod.
"Where should I place my bet," Hwoarang muttered to himself, scratching his chin and looked at the numbers on the wheel.
"Four," a female voice said from beside him. He turned his head, seeing nothing but a female dressed in a cloak, with a hood that covered the entire face.
"It's a lucky number," she said again, her brown eyes shining. He still couldn't see her face, but he guessed the woman was smiling.
"Alright," he said, placing his bet, "Number four." And the wheel started spinning. It was like it spun for eternity. The yellow and red colors flung from one side to the other, up and down, all connected in the middle. It was like flames licking the wheel, growing bigger and bigger, and lastly engulfed the entire wheel in a cascade of fire.
"Holy crap," Hwoarang gasped, when the warmth from the wheel suddenly hit him. The wheel was on fire. People screamed around him and ran for the exit, and he decided to follow them. He turned towards the opening, almost bumping into a hand held in front of his face.
"Leaving so soon?" the hooded woman smirked. She was standing in an offensive stand, he was sure. But why? A light suddenly popped into his mind.
"You," he growled, realizing the connection.
"Glad to know, you recognize my stile."
"And it aren't appreciated." Hwoarang got into an defensive stand, ready to block if the woman suddenly launched at him.
"Don't make me laugh," she grinned, lowering her offence, I'm gonna get you, not matter what." She suddenly jumped at him, a pair of sharp claws striking his shoulder. His T-shirt was torn, and blood covered the normally gray sleeve. Hwoarang hissed, throwing the woman off of him. She landed on all fours behind him, standing her grounds.
"What the fuck are you," he screamed, suddenly noticing that the flames were starting to spread, "What do you want from me?" The woman chuckled. She lifted the claw and grabbed the hood, slowly pulling it back and away from her face.
Hwoarang gasped. She wasn't even human. A pair of animal eyes stared at him, the light from the fire reflecting in her eyes. Her yellow fur stood in contrast to her reddish brown hair.
"You-" he said, trying to search for the right words, "You are a-"
"Cat," she finished him, her whiskers moving when she talked, "And it's all your fault." She threw herself at him, delivering a kick to his chest, and Hwoarang could feel two of the ribs pressing against his lungs. He duck, when another kick was about to connect with his face, and he swung his knee into her back. With a gasp, she was flung into the wall and hit the ground. Hwoarang took a step forward. The cat coughed up some blood and looked at him, her eyes burning with anger.
"How can this be my fault?" he asked, folding his arms. The cat got up on all fours, catching her breath. She jumped up, readying for placing a fist in his face. Hwoarang grabbed her wrist and threw her to the floor, sitting on her to hold her still.
"You didn't answer my question," he growled, keeping her pinned down. She stared at him, laying still. Suddenly, she jerked her head up and snapped out towards him, biting his nose. By pure surprise, he gave out a yelp and grabbed his nose, giving the cat a free opportunity to punch him off. He hit the floor, and she ran towards the exit.
"Hey," he called after her, but she was soon hidden in all the smoke from the fire. With a loud cough, he got up and ran after her, following her up the stairs. He suddenly noticed the missing door to his room.
"Fuck," he muttered, running into the room. He eyed the cat, which stood with something in her paws.
"Well well, what have we here," she smirked, "The big bad boy has a weakness. See you back home." She jumped out of the window, disappearing in the night. Hwoarang ran to the window, but she was gone. He looked down at the picture on the floor. Julia…
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Another update. Wow, hope you like it so far, cause I ain't stopping now. MWUAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!
