The second Felix knew he was far enough away from the Stray Kids gang's hideout, he started running.

'Only one person huh? I'll show you one fucking person'

His gang doesn't follow him everywhere, and Felix learned quickly how to survive on his own if something happened to his gang. Of course, he could always go to Hongjoong, but he didn't want to drag him into shit he could figure out for himself, and this was most definitely something he could figure out on his own.

All those years spent running after people definitely helped, and considering he knew the alleyways that led straight into his territory like the back of his hand, it wasn't long before he was in the forest behind the abandoned warehouse.

In this forest, he hid something of sentimental value. Here, he hid the weapon his father used to kill his mother. It wasn't a gun; it was a machete. This was the only weapon he kept clean and sharp, as all others he kept were replaceable anyway.

He caresses the blade, a twisted smirk on his face.

"Now" he mutters, "time to get my brothers out of jail"

:::

Over at the wall facing the couch, Jeongin growls in annoyance at himself; he should have tried to cut himself loose earlier but he was too busy trying to figure out what Felix had planned for them. None of them expected Felix to do what he did, and now Jeongin was terrified that their leader was dead.

Beside Jeongin, Changbin struggled to reach into his own back pocket where he kept the pocket knife Hyunjin got him about a year ago as a gift, but growled in annoyance when he once again failed to reach it. He quickly glanced over at Chan, who was beginning to lose consciousness.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck! What do I do? What do I do?' Changbin panicked, trying to think of a way to get his pocket knife out.

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head as he turned to Jeongin and said, "Jeongin, reach into my back pocket and get my pocket knife out" Jeongin had long, nimble fingers, so there was a high chance he'd be able to reach it.

"Uh, okay" Jeongin huffed, "but we're all tied up at the moment so it's gonna be a bit difficult"

Jeongin shuffled around so his back was facing Changbin, and the older did the same so their backs were facing each other. The younger turned his head, concentrating hard as he attempted to reach into Changbin's right back pocket. Changbin glanced over at Chan who was convulsing just a little.

"Fuck, hurry up Jeongin!" Changbin sounded so panicked; a tone no one had ever really heard him speak in.

"I'm fucking trying okay!? It's harder than it looks!" Jeongin huffed.

He tried to reach it once more, and this time, he was successful.

"Cut me loose first! Then cut yourself and the others loose!" Changbin exclaimed.

Once he was cut loose, Changbin raved over to Chan's phone, which thankfully had YoungJae on speed dial.

"Hello?" YoungJae spoke through the phone.

"YoungJae, it's me Changbin. You need to get over here now! Chan's dying!" Changbin exclaimed.

"Whoa, calm down. What happened?" YoungJae asked calmly, however he was internally panicking.

Changbin explained the situation as the others were finally cut loose.

"Okay, we need to stop the bleeding!" Seungmin instructed before ripping off part of his shirt to use as a compressor.

Jeongin checked Chan's pulse; it was there, but barely.

"Fuck, we're losing him" Jeongin whimpered.

Their leader was dying and there was virtually nothing they could do. Just as YoungJae arrived about three minutes later, Seungmin checked Chan's pulse again. His eyes widened as he turned to the others.

"What's wrong Seungmin?" Changbin asked.

"Guys...he's gone"