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“Do I really need to stay with you?” Vegas asked, annoyed and staring coldly at Kinn.
Kinn had been clear. Gun was dead. Korn was dead. He was the next leader. They should follow him and Vegas should shut his mouth. It was satisfying for Kinn to witness his cousin not talk back. He had understood the power that Kinn had now and he knew that by choosing the other side, he was counting on him, he was needing him to save Macau.
He didn’t even react to his father’s death. In fact, it felt kinda far away. He felt as if it was Gun who died and not dad. He didn’t know how he would be, how Macau would be but for now they were in movement and this was clearly stopping him from dwelling more about that news.
He was waiting for it. When he saw that their men weren’t winning, that they were being killed one by one, he had the thought that Gun would follow the same path. It wasn’t surprising, not at all. However, Macau's situation was something else he didn’t expect but needed to end.
He had no idea that his father got into contact with Porsche’s uncle. He had no idea that he was part of a plan. It was pissing him more than anything. He couldn’t do anything, anything at all because he didn’t know. His anger against his father was even stronger now. He tried to get his hand on an ally, surely by promising him gold, and now Macau was a victim, he still was even if he was on the good side, the winner side.
Kinn had decided to divide themselves into different teams. Pol who would join them, Pete and Time needed to run to Kim, Porchay and Big. And then, Kinn and Vegas would go to Porsche and Macau. It was thought through. If there was no one else than Kinn, Vegas couldn’t take any hostage. He didn’t think that he would but he would always doubt him. Now he was more reassured. He had no possibility of taking any advantage and they had the same objective, saving two people in danger in the same room. It was a winning situation too, they needed to collaborate.
“You need.” Kinn answered firmly. They didn’t meet that many men but they were carefully walking through corridors. “Look at this as a guarantee and stop acting like a brat. I won’t let anything happen to Porsche even if Macau needs to be sacrificed.” Kinn kept his silence and smiled when Vegas’ expression was full of hatred. “But you won’t let anything happen to Macau even if Porsche needs to be sacrificed. Don’t you think that they all win?”
Vegas mumbled in his non-existent beard but he had to agree. He needed to agree. Kinn got all the points right.
“What's the plan then?”
“None…his uncle is unstable. We need to negotiate with him. We just need to negotiate and it might work.”
“I guess that you will be the one to do it?” Vegas rolled his eyes.
“Yes. I am the leader now. I am the one he can get the most of.”
“And me? What should I do?”
“Hide. I don’t want him to know that you are here. I want him to be surprised. He needs to know that we aren’t on the same side so I can negotiate Porsche as my important one and Macau has a really important hostage against the minor family.”
“Your plan only works on him being able to believe you?” Vegas furrowed an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“I don't like this, at all.”
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Kim had no hope. He had no faith at all, even some miracle didn’t feel like being able to save them. He could feel his tiredness, the way his body was recovering, the way he wasn’t liking at all all of the moves the boy already made. Porchay was right. He shouldn’t move. Porchay was his rational help but Kim didn’t have this side. In fact, he would prefer to die irrationally in control of his last action than anything else. Porchay believed too many times that he would die from those punches to even try to play with death. They were looking at each other from their own point of view, and they understood through love what the other's heart meant.
They understood.
Kim always had been in control. He was good at everything. He just never cared about anyone else, unless it was his brothers who had their own bodyguards. He didn’t have to worry that much, he didn’t have to.
Porchay and Porsche were unusual. They opened the doors of their worlds. They opened new images, sensations. They were not in those mafia rules and it brought fresh air in their soul.
Kim had no hope. Not at all.
In his best condition, he might have been able to take care of those men. He did it already, pulling down multiple men alone. He was trained perfectly. He could have protected them. Now it was even hard to just sit up.
Kim had no hope.
He could have done so much and yet he didn’t regret. He preferred to experience a physical failure than the emotional damage Porchay or Kinn would have felt. They also experimented this with Kim but he knew what he was doing, he had been careful. Tawan could shoot, he knew where to receive that bullet, however with Porsche's back turned at him, he wouldn’t have any chances of surviving.
Kim had no hope but he wasn’t feeling this sad. He wasn’t because he had the sensation to have lived more than all of his life from the moment he met Porchay. He had pushed his emotional limits, he had discovered them. He couldn’t regret anything.
Porchay had no up.
The boy was struggling. He knew that he was hurting Big but he had no choice. And the warm blood and the wound, it looked disgusting. It felt disgusting. It was like a horrific painting of the elemental seconds between death and life. And Big wasn’t even unconscious, it reassured him as much as it was terrifying because he could see the double pain he was crying out between the bullet and that push. It didn’t matter that it was to save a life, he was still hurting him. And tears were falling from his eyes, and the loud sounds coming from the doors.
He wondered if death would welcome all of them in their afterlife. He thought about his Hia and his sobs could be heard louder. He thought about Kim and it was uncontrollable.
“You…can stop…” Big murmured.
He had no hope either.
“I won’t ! I won’t !” Porchay screamed.
Big had already let go of any hopes.
He didn’t even think about his life. He liked it, he was having a fun time with everyone, despite their job, he was liking his everydays. He even lost one of his close friends because Ken thought that getting power was better than just living a not so peaceful life.
Big liked life. He loved it. He just didn’t find in that situation the elements to grab it vividly. He also didn’t forget about his duty, not at all.
The loud sounds were getting stronger. It looked as if they were close to breaking the barriers they had put against that door. Everything would be smashed soon. The security would be down. And they would go inside, run inside. They would shoot. Shoot them and then, nothing would matter more than the silence of them.
Kim closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and used all he got and didn’t think of having to stand up. He walked slowly, really slowly.
“P'Kim! What are you doing ? I- please! Don’t make it more complicated! I am begging you!”
“It's okay Chay. Everything is okay. I promise.” He hardly whispered, getting even closer. Closer to the point of reaching him, closer to the point of being able to embrace his side in his arms, while letting him help Big. He still got a hand on the gun. If he could in the action shoot one or two of them, he would love it, he would appreciate having pulled in hell with him those men. Though he would be desperate because he was sure that Porchay was going to reach heaven. For an angel it couldn’t be different than this. He wouldn’t let this be different. Porchay wouldn’t have to kill anyone, or to do anything. They would enter and he would be helping a man to not die, it was a nightmare for Kim but it was also pretty. He was the hand of death while Porchay was the hand of life, embracing each other they were all of the human's life, end and beginning. They would be all and Kim wouldn’t let him suffer first. If he could not suffer at all, he would be glad.
“Wha-? What?”
“If we have to die I still want to protect you.” Kim had chosen. He wouldn’t last five seconds fighting. He wouldn't. He knew. But he decided to not lose the battle, he wouldn’t. He could still protect Porchay until the end. From their position, Kim would be the first one to be touched. He would be the one to fall down first. He had hope, a small hope that Porchay would play pretend being dead while he would really be under his body for him to survive. He had this small awful hope now.
“P'Kim…don't do this please…” Porchay whined, he was losing the last sanity he had gathered.
“I love you. I love you too much to not give you this hug, to not be your shield. I will Chay and if you want to be shielded by me and survive, please do…please…”
“I beg you...” Porchay cried, he was not buying this, not at all. He didn’t agree, not at all. But those arms, that chest. That warmth. He was still glad and happy to feel them. But not for the last time, not at all. He couldn’t stand to feel all of it and think that he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t. He felt Kim kissing his cheek. And his tears and it was not bearable, he couldn’t bear this. He wanted, he was praying for someone to find those men before they could find them.
Tankhun was listening. He was silent. He couldn’t say anything. He was petrified. He was looking and hearing the door being smashed. He was witnessing the image of the room and the audio in real time. His throat was cut by his hurting sobs he couldn’t let out.
“Khun? Khun?” Arm asked, worried about witnessing his state. He took the device quickly and put his hand above Tankhun's. He understood. He knew. He didn’t want to let him hear this but he couldn’t make him stop watching.
“Pete, Pol, where are you?” Arm asked loudly, making Tankhun jump of surprise.
“We are near! We met some men who took our time!” He said, his breath being loud.
Pete had been saved by Time. Without him he would have been dead now. He was trying to get back the stability of his emotions. He needed this. They were near but the infirmary was specially more isolated for security. The doors were harder, this was why they still couldn’t explode them. But it was time, they were near but they couldn’t run much more than now.
When they arrived, some men tried to stop them first while others were still smashing anything they could against the front door. They had the intuition that it wouldn’t last long.
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They couldn’t, both, understand what was happening. They couldn’t get it. They were too stunned, too shocked to even get a rational thought about their fall. Their brains were disconnected. They had no idea about what happened.
All they knew was that they felt themselves falling.