Hurricane |LIFE|
Title: Hurricane
Chapter: One
Genre: AU, Mystery, Action, Paranormal
Main Pairing: Hiroto x Tora
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Death, Violence
Disclaimer: Mommy said pets don't include sexy men with panda-ears on
Summary: Life. | His life was normal. He had a crappy job and a horrid boss. However, his life is no longer normal when there is pounding at his door and odd photos taken of him. Then a man in a leather mask comes to kill him. This is Hiroto's new life. |
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Chapter One: |LIFE|
Hours ticked by, some, slower than the others. The night was young no more as the sun was close to its daily arrival. A small male, with blonde hair spiked up thinning his face, sat in a dim lit room. One leg rested with him, an arm lazy resting on the knee while his other held him up, as the other leg was left straight out as his body rested on the small wall of the window’s den. His day was hard, his job was tedious, and his boss was a crude man who loved to pick on the weak. Eyebrows furrowed just thinking of hours past.
His job was not one many would want, but it was enough to pay the bill for his condo. He was a secretary of sorts; more or less he did everything an office person could do. His filled papers, faxed needed memos, took care of the mail, e-mailed important persons for his boss, got his boss coffee or whatever the pig wished for that day, and his list goes on. However young the blonde seemed, it was falsely shown through his eyes. His almond eyes could write a book on their own from the hard times he has been put through.
Hiroto’s phone binged a second later. A message was received but not read- it was probably his boss. Minutes went by in silence, something the small man was accustomed too on lonely nights such as these.
His phone binged again.
A deep sigh wracked its way through his lips as he pulled it out of his pocket and looked.
No new messages.
Confusion filled his almond eyes and he pushed his eyebrows together in slight frustration as he went through his e-mail to find no new messages as well. While still in his hand and glowing, the phone vibrated. This startled the young man causing him to drop the small device onto the hard wood floor. It binged once more and then the light on the phone shut off.
Hiroto stared at his phone in disbelief a few heart beats more until he thought his heart stopped when there was a pounding at his door. Three loud thuds echoed deep in his mind while his large and frightened eyes locked on the front door.
The room was silent.
His phone was forgotten on the floor.
The lights were still dim.
And then three more loud pounds on the door caused Hiroto to fly off of the window’s den and stand on two shaky feet.
His plush lips were parted, his breathing loud as he tried to calm his heart down. Slowly, one of his bare feet moved forward. Whether it was his own choosing or his foot’s he didn’t know until he was half way across the room, halfway to the door.
One loud thump, more violent than the first, caused him to jump back a few inches until he regained his confidence and moved forward. His hand reached out, finger tips touching the cold door handle, and he pushed down the lock button, and flung the door open.
He prepared for the worst; some maniac to be in front of his door or some half dying person to be on the floor. Instead, the hallway was empty. His eyes glanced about; left, right, and forward to the elevator. Nothing.
Stepping back inside to close his door, Hiroto looked down.
Small papers, and when he looked closer pictures, scattered the front of his doorstep. Bending down, he picked one up and what he saw made his blood run cold. It was him. In the window. Not even minutes ago. His hand shook while holding it and he picked up another. It was him, from the front, timidly walking towards the door. Another and another… All were pictures- Polaroids of him from sitting on the window, to checking his phone, but the last one he picked up didn’t stay in his hand long before he threw them all down. It was him picking up the first picture.
He gasped, standing up, backing away, and just as he was about to shut his door there was a man- face hidden behind leather. A large hammer was in his hands, and an evil smirk showed through the small opening in the mask.
Hiroto’s eyes were larger than a doe’s and full with nothing but terror as he slammed the door shut. His hands moved at their own doing, locking the locks before falling to his side. There was a loud thud, a shoulder to the door, and then a wood cracking thud, the hammer.
The small blonde had slowly backed up just as the hammer cracked through the door fully leaving an opening where Hiroto could see the masked man reach up and swing the hammer again.
He didn’t know what to do- there was no book in life to tell him how to deal with this. It wasn’t a break in, Hiroto could tell that much, and it wasn’t normal. This masked man was blood thirsty and was craving Hiroto’s; the blonde just knew it. And this whole thing, how had it even started? He was just sitting at his window. What would cause such pandemonium? Hell, it wasn’t even that- just pure chaos of some kind. Not natural, maybe supernatural but there was no way he could find out because the masked man shoved his way through the door and into the condo.
Hiroto ran.
His feet moved without a thought.
Into the kitchen, behind the small island.
The masked man followed.
Hammer still in hands.
He held it up.
Hiroto backed away.
He swung it down.
It smashed the counter where Hiroto’s head was just under.
The small man bounced up, his speed was full of adrenalin, his eyes full of fear, and his mind on survival. The masked man reached out and barely missed him, but Hiroto was faster than the bulky man.
From his angle, the door was no option; the masked man was closer to it and would surely catch him. So he did the only thing his mind found plausible- he ran for the window.
The glass shattered on his skin and fell down the side of the building with him. Arms flapped wildly, hands grasping for something, and legs kicked out as if something would stop him.
Floor after floor, he fell. His condo building was over fifteen stories high, his condo on the thirteenth floor. His scream was lost in the speed of his plummet as was his thought on life.
And then, his feet touched the ground. Hiroto landed with a cat’s grace, one hand on his knee, the other flat on the ground. He didn’t have time to ponder how in the world he survived that drop because when he turned his head to the right, the masked man was slowly walking around the corner, hammer dragging on the ground.
He ran again. His legs flexed out as far as they could reach, arms pumped and pushed things down behind him, hopefully slowing the masked man down. Hiroto’s jumps weren’t normal anymore, when he jumped it was like a track star. One leg out, one leg bent, long and high jumps. And soon, he could just jump on top of things two times his height, such as a metal balcony over a building. He fingers brushed the cold metal as he took off again, bare feet running freely now. He lunged over roof tops, thinking himself no longer as normal. What was normal anyway?
Now on a four story roof, he came to a sudden halt. He was there. The masked man- how he didn’t know. But the last thing he saw was the hammer go up and he felt it come down.
A kicked to his chest sent him flying back and he crashed into the ledge right before the sudden drop just on the other side of that short ledge.
A painful groan left his bloodied lips and almond eyes slowly opened just to see the masked man walk towards him. The last thing he saw was a shimmer of metal before he felt it bury deep in his stomach and pushed up, and then darkness.
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A/N: Okay~ I hope you liked it!!! More is coming shortly~ And I wrote the one sentence lines as if in a movie when something would happen, it would go black, something happen, black. So hopefully that helps it out? I don't know. Inspired by a good band, so I'll give them credit 30 Seconds to Mars and hiroto's look I see him with is his look from blue flame if that helps either
//AlexaTaylor