Missing in the Storm

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Jimin's POV

Well, hell, where am I? Only I can go out and get lost on accident, I thought. I turn in a circle, trying to figure out where I am. I wonder if they even noticed that I'm gone yet.

I was so busy trying to find my way back that I didn't even realize that I was getting further and further away. It's getting dark, and I'm getting hungry and more than a little bit moody since my feet hurt to top it all off. This is just great, can't get any better than this. I can't even call for help cause my phone is dead. I wish I had brought my power bank now. I guess Jin is not always being extra.  

I see a little restaurant and think it should be good for at least some food, and maybe to charge my phone. I'm now also more than a little annoyed with myself because I haven't been spending as much time on English recently. I have no idea what the hell I'm going to eat, since I am not sure I can read the menu.

When I walk into the restaurant, the first thing I notice is that the menu is small and has pictures. The restaurant itself is clean, small, and quiet. Finally, a win. I ordered a cheeseburger, fries, and a Sprite. The old lady running the place let me charge my phone, too. This might not be such a bad day after all.

"Hey, sweethpea, the weather is getting dreadful, and I am closing early. I suggest once you get your food, you head back to your hotel and stay warm." The sweet old lady suggested. She spoke slowly and with her hands, and so did I. It would be funny if it wasn't so sad.

Apparently, she is running this establishment alone. She eyed me up and down. Had me feeling even more out of place than I already felt. She was older, but she had nice eyes and was patient while taking my order. We communicated well with my broken English and some weird kind of sign language. 

"I will, ma'am, thank you, " I say as I pay for my food, take it, and my phone before leaving.

"Be blessed, young man," she said with a smile. "Thank you. You too, be safe," I say while leaving and trying to call anyone to get a ride to the hotel.

I think I came from the left, so I'll go right, can't hurt right? I am getting pissed because I have no phone service for some reason. That means I have nowhere to wait out this storm. Can my night get any worse? I mean, damn. I decide that if I keep walking, I might come across someone who will help me soon, right?

"Hey, pretty boy," I hear someone holler, so like a dummy, I turn around. Coming right at me are three big ass dudes that do not look like they are trying to help me get back to the hotel. One really tall black guy in a dark grey hoodie and jeans had to be every bit of 6'2, maybe 250 pounds. With him was a shorter Mexican man and a heavy-set white guy, but all dressed similarly.

"Pretty boy, whatcha doing over here. You look a bit out of place.  Thanks for dinner, my dude," it was the black guy talking and laughing at his own joke.

"Hey, you don't speak? You speak the English?" The Mexican guy asked. I thought it was ironic since his accent was every bit as thick as mine. I just looked at them, not sure what to say or do. When we were being taught English, this situation was not covered. Probably because they didn't expect anyone to get lost.

"You don't have to say shit. Just hand over all your shit, and we will let you go, pretty boy," said the white dude while they all just kept walking towards me. Great, I'm stronger than I look and can take them individually, but together, it's not looking so good for me.

Athena's POV

Damn, looks like Squirrel and his dumbass friends have found another victim. I'm just gonna keep walking and minding my own business. As I get a bit closer to them trying to get home before the storm. I see the victim, and he looks very familiar. I see a kinda tall Asian man who is definitely out of place in this neighborhood. He has flawless pale skin, silky-looking dark hair, is wearing an extremely expensive-looking pair of shoes, and a bunch of rings and a channel necklace. I stare and blink a few times just to be sure.