Please Love Me

There was smoke in the air, flames biting at the stone work. Eight boys were cornered and injured.

Their secret hideout in an abandon hospital was found and it was currently being ransacked. The intruders knew that these boys were assassins.

Cold hearted assassins. Even as they stared into the flames, as blood ran down their arms, legs, faces and chests soaking their black clothes, their faces were clam. No fear, no pain and no panic.

Looking up, Seul Chan, the leader saw a way out. He quickly motioned the hole to the others. Using the walls, Seul Chan followed by the others jumped up and climbed through. Finding a broken window they jumped through each landed on their feet from the 5 story drop, disappearing before any of the lookers or their attackers saw.

They ran, breathing hard from their lost of blood. Knowing there was a small forgotten village near by, they headed there.

In the outskirts of a small forgotten village in the mountains of Korea a young American girl tended to her small herb garden humming to herself. She was in her own little world, no one bothered her unless they needed medicine. Once in awhile the village doctor would visit to curse her out for taking his patients but ask for some of her herbal tea to take home.

Unknown to her people, criminals and law enforcement alike called her home no mans land. For she didn't care if the person was a drug addict, a murder or a cop. If they neneeded medicine, food or a warm bed she would help.

Also unknown to the girl, eight boys had arrived, hidden in the forest near her house, watching.

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