Sleepwalker (fic)
Title: Sleepwalker
Characters: None
Warnings: possible blood/gore, unbetaed, stress
This thing popped off my thoughts when I was staring blankly at a tree in school. During vacant period.
Oh well, so much for the joys of summer school. Enjoy. I have a fire extinguisher ready.
Dear Diary,
Five days ago, my routine was depressingly normal and full of work.
Somehow my head is spinning.
For one thing, I don't know what came over me for not fighting back.
I was drinking alone in the den when someone was at the front door. The next thing I knew, I was shoved inside a car, handcuffed and dizzy. The last thing I saw were those glowing green pools. Then I blacked out.
When I awoke, I was lying face down in the cold asphalt. I was blindfolded. Helpless. Correction, I was too weak to shout for help. For one thing, I could sense the cold air and the magnified noises of crickets.
A grunt escaped my lips. Suddenly, footsteps approached to my right. I held my breath, while dread crept up my whole body. I started to struggle from those restraints, hoping my life was far from over.
"You can't escape. Those are tempered steel chains, you know," a feminine voice muttered.
I froze. My attacker was a girl? Such shame, a guy practically manhandled by a girl..
She removed my blindfold. It was already nightfall. I turned to my captor, now praying that my face won't meet a gun.
Instead, my eyes met green ones. And a gorgeous face.
Interesting.
Then my own mind pummeled this thing flat.
"B-Belgium?!" I managed to stammer out. Sure, I've met Luxembourg and the siblings' similarities were uncanny. Save for the fact that this once happy-go-lucky woman kidnapped me with intentions unknown.
"Right off the bat. How are you, Germany?" Her cold words promised nothing more than suffering.
I shuddered. This will not be good.
I pray my brother didn't have a hand in this predicament of mine.
Characters: None
Warnings: possible blood/gore, unbetaed, stress
This thing popped off my thoughts when I was staring blankly at a tree in school. During vacant period.
Oh well, so much for the joys of summer school. Enjoy. I have a fire extinguisher ready.
Dear Diary,
Five days ago, my routine was depressingly normal and full of work.
Somehow my head is spinning.
For one thing, I don't know what came over me for not fighting back.
I was drinking alone in the den when someone was at the front door. The next thing I knew, I was shoved inside a car, handcuffed and dizzy. The last thing I saw were those glowing green pools. Then I blacked out.
When I awoke, I was lying face down in the cold asphalt. I was blindfolded. Helpless. Correction, I was too weak to shout for help. For one thing, I could sense the cold air and the magnified noises of crickets.
A grunt escaped my lips. Suddenly, footsteps approached to my right. I held my breath, while dread crept up my whole body. I started to struggle from those restraints, hoping my life was far from over.
"You can't escape. Those are tempered steel chains, you know," a feminine voice muttered.
I froze. My attacker was a girl? Such shame, a guy practically manhandled by a girl..
She removed my blindfold. It was already nightfall. I turned to my captor, now praying that my face won't meet a gun.
Instead, my eyes met green ones. And a gorgeous face.
Interesting.
Then my own mind pummeled this thing flat.
"B-Belgium?!" I managed to stammer out. Sure, I've met Luxembourg and the siblings' similarities were uncanny. Save for the fact that this once happy-go-lucky woman kidnapped me with intentions unknown.
"Right off the bat. How are you, Germany?" Her cold words promised nothing more than suffering.
I shuddered. This will not be good.
I pray my brother didn't have a hand in this predicament of mine.