Blood Gangs

Chapter 1

Mark Tuan's P.O.V.

I stood there in the boring Hospital waiting for my next patient or for my shift to end. I was talking to my coworker, Hon-Jun, as we stood at the counter done with making our rounds for the moment I looked at the clock and read the time. I had twenty minutes before I could leave to go home.

I laughed as Hon-Jun said to me, "my wife said to me, I hope you didn't drink that. It was for the banquet tonight. My eyes widened and I could feel myself pale over before making a run for the car keys and I went to the store and bought a whole new one."

He had a serious face on as he said, "I was horrified when she said that. I thought for sure she would find out before I returned with the replacement!"

I cracked a smile and said, "but hey, she didn't notice so you're fine!"

We both raised our coffees in our hands and did a cheers motion before drinking them.

As we were laughing Hon-Jun said to me, "I had this patient yesterday Mark, he had a gunshot in the middle of his lips through the skull. We saved him luckily but while checking his hearing I noticed that a small round shape was on the side of his ear. It looked like a bullet had shot his ear on the very side but it seemed perfectly shot like it was on purpose."

My skin became pale as he told me details about the victim. I gulped down my saliva that had built up in my mouth over time until my mouth became completely dry. Avoiding eye contact with Hon-Jun I took another sip of my coffee.

Hon-Jun stopped talking suddenly and looked at me as he asked, "are you okay Mark?"

I nodded frantically and said, "yes sir, I'm fine."

Hon-Jun then looked me in the eyes and asked, "have you ever heard of such a thing? Surprisingly I checked the news yesterday and there was absolutely nothing about this."

That didn't surprise me, they always have liked to cover their tracks. The police were too scared to do anything about them at the moment.

Looking down I told him, "I have heard of those wounds."

Hon-Jun looked at me surprised as he asked, "really?"

I swallowed the little amount of saliva I was able to produce as I said, "that's the symbol of the Keres, a gang here in Seoul. He must have betrayed them, they wouldn't have been so harsh with him otherwise."

Hon-Jun asked surprised, "a gang? Those must be some tough guys!"

Shaking my head I said, "they aren't guy's they're women. They're all tough but their leader is a whole different story."

Hon-Jun asked, "are there any more gangs I don't know of?"

I nodded and said, "they're called Hell's Devil's and they are just as bad as The Keres."

Hon-Jun looked at the floor and as he went to speak a voice sounded to us. We looked up and to the owner of the voice.

I froze as I saw a woman with Long brown hair, copper eyes, and a cross necklace standing there. She was wearing a mid-thigh black dress that had baggier Organza sleeves with a thin black belt wrapped around her waist. Her shoes were black Daffodil heels.

My blood ran cold as four other women walked in behind her.

A blonde with a short angled bob cut her dark brown eyes bringing the light out in her pale pink dress. Her dress had white lace around her wrists and some forming a collar around her neck. She had in two studded black earrings and her left ear had a small silver hoop in it.