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"Prove it." Kurt said bluntly, staring at the gun skeptically. The man was shocked; he had a shotgun aimed for his head with nobody to help him, and he worried about the authenticity of the gun?
"You really want me to blow your brains in, huh." the man retorted, shifting the gun so it was ready to fire at a moments notice.
Kurt bit his lip, obviously holding in a sarcastic remark. "Fine. Just don't go into my room and no one will ever know."
"Fine. Go sit in that chair." Kurt sat down, his hands held up just to show that he was complying with the order. But Kurt really wasn't that easy to play. He already had memorized how the man looked and could identify him on sight.
"Oy, get outta the closet!" the man shouted, and another person slipped out of the closet. Kurt was rather shocked, because that meant that they'd broken into the house, then one had left.
But if he'd gotten into the residence this easily, that meant they'd been watching them for weeks at least. The thought made Kurt feel sick. People just watching him- watching his dad- all day.
"Go downstairs, see what you find down there," The man ordered as his partner obeyed him. He turned to Kurt with a cruel smirk on his fane as he shurgged, "I said that I wouldn't go down there; I made no promises about anyone else."
Kurt sighed, frustrated, but not surprised. He knew that he couldn't trust any criminals, but it had been worth a shot. He looked over to the kitchen knives and wondered how much trouble it would be to try and grab one.
"Eyes over here, fag. Don't need any knives in my leg today," his captor sneered, folding his arms. Kurt rolled his eyes, acting unimpressed. The more aggravated the man became, the more easily he'd be distracted. He just needed his attention somewhere else long enough to hit the emergency button on the phone.
The man walked up and slapped Kurt across the face, a painful-sounding noise echoing throughout the kitchen. Kurt bit the inside of the cheek sporting a scarlet handprint, but refused to show any weakness. He'd still been through worse with the jocks, even if they didn't have guns.
"Listen up; When my sister was eight, I did something to her that left her traumatized for life. She still has nightmares about it. You think I'll feel ba about having the death of a thing? You're a disgrace to humanity." the man hissed, walking over to press the opening if the gun to Kurt's head.
Kurt was terrified out if his wits, but he wasn't going to show that. His attention was directed towards the hallway that lead down to the basement, mainly because of he loud banging of bone against plaster coming from it. The butt of the gun was removed from his head, but he could still tell it was hovering nearby.
Finn cane out of the hlway, a bloody lip apparent and oozing on his face. The other man that was an obvious beta to the man standing behin Kurt.
"Kurt?" Finn asked, the words coming out thickly due to the bloody lip. He looked confused, like he didn't quite understand why these men were here.
"It's going to be okay." Kurt said, knowing that a calmer Finn is better than an upset or scared one. Unfortunetly, the main criminals accomplice knew that Kurt's sentence was a lie and made sure Finn knew that nothing was okay.
He kicked Finn in the back of the knee and tugged him back by his shirt color, causing him to crumple to the floor. As he hit the tile of the kitchen, Kurt had to cringe at the deep thudding noise.
"Finn?" Kurt asked, starting to stand up and check on him only to have a bullet much too close to his head again. "Leave him, or else it gets worse." Kurt managed to look out of the corner of his eye and saw the man, smiling. He'd found one of Kurt's weaknesses.
Kurt observed the man, who, oddly enough, wasn't wearing a mask. It either meant he was sure that neither Kurt nor Finn would rat him out, or he as sure no witnesses were going to make it out alive.
Kurt took in his face, trying to make sure he had it down for sure. He had died blonde hair with the roots growing in, but Kurt couldn't see what color from sitting down below him. He also had dark, sinister looking brown eyes.
Finn started to get up again, his bones cracking slightly. "Finn, stop." Kurt warned, noticing the amusedly evil look within the assistant's gray eyes. Finn obeyed, looking up at Kurt with huge, scared eyes.
"Let's straighten this out; you are our hostages. You will do whatever we say, or else the other one of you dies. You will have no complaints over whatever happens. Comprehende?"
The man smirked self-satisfactorily while his partener's beady eyes just sparkled between his mask and a small grunt came out. Kurt nodded vaguely, staring at Finn.
It was obvious; these men hadn't just been watchin him at home. The probably had even followed him to school; how else would they know that the best way to get to Kurt was by hurting others infront of him?
Kurt just sat in silence as the beta watched him and Finn intently, obviously wishing to inflict pain once again. Kurt tried to murmur reassurances to Finn, who had yellow and purple patched starting to spot his skin.
After abot half an hour, Kurt murmured to the current watch guard, "Our parents will have to come back eventually. I wouldn't be surprised if they were heading back eight now."
the man's eyes glared at Kurt as he walked backwards towards his boss's position, the front of his body always facing Finn's and Kurt's. He grumbled something into the other room, the words incomprehendible.
The man with the dyed blonde hair walked back into the room, nodding. He walked over and picked up the phone, playing with it as he ordered his accomplice to try and refrain from hurting Finn just for a moment.
He handed the phone to the masked man after hitting a few buttons. He then whipped out the gun again and pressed it to the temple of Kurt's head. Kurt raised an eyebrow, yet refrained from speaking.
The phone began to ring, until the man by Finn heard someone speaking. Smiling cruelly, the man with disturbed brown eyes told Finn, "Better speak up, it's Mommy. But watch what you say; a single wrong word could end painfully for the fag."
"You really want me to blow your brains in, huh." the man retorted, shifting the gun so it was ready to fire at a moments notice.
Kurt bit his lip, obviously holding in a sarcastic remark. "Fine. Just don't go into my room and no one will ever know."
"Fine. Go sit in that chair." Kurt sat down, his hands held up just to show that he was complying with the order. But Kurt really wasn't that easy to play. He already had memorized how the man looked and could identify him on sight.
"Oy, get outta the closet!" the man shouted, and another person slipped out of the closet. Kurt was rather shocked, because that meant that they'd broken into the house, then one had left.
But if he'd gotten into the residence this easily, that meant they'd been watching them for weeks at least. The thought made Kurt feel sick. People just watching him- watching his dad- all day.
"Go downstairs, see what you find down there," The man ordered as his partner obeyed him. He turned to Kurt with a cruel smirk on his fane as he shurgged, "I said that I wouldn't go down there; I made no promises about anyone else."
Kurt sighed, frustrated, but not surprised. He knew that he couldn't trust any criminals, but it had been worth a shot. He looked over to the kitchen knives and wondered how much trouble it would be to try and grab one.
"Eyes over here, fag. Don't need any knives in my leg today," his captor sneered, folding his arms. Kurt rolled his eyes, acting unimpressed. The more aggravated the man became, the more easily he'd be distracted. He just needed his attention somewhere else long enough to hit the emergency button on the phone.
The man walked up and slapped Kurt across the face, a painful-sounding noise echoing throughout the kitchen. Kurt bit the inside of the cheek sporting a scarlet handprint, but refused to show any weakness. He'd still been through worse with the jocks, even if they didn't have guns.
"Listen up; When my sister was eight, I did something to her that left her traumatized for life. She still has nightmares about it. You think I'll feel ba about having the death of a thing? You're a disgrace to humanity." the man hissed, walking over to press the opening if the gun to Kurt's head.
Kurt was terrified out if his wits, but he wasn't going to show that. His attention was directed towards the hallway that lead down to the basement, mainly because of he loud banging of bone against plaster coming from it. The butt of the gun was removed from his head, but he could still tell it was hovering nearby.
Finn cane out of the hlway, a bloody lip apparent and oozing on his face. The other man that was an obvious beta to the man standing behin Kurt.
"Kurt?" Finn asked, the words coming out thickly due to the bloody lip. He looked confused, like he didn't quite understand why these men were here.
"It's going to be okay." Kurt said, knowing that a calmer Finn is better than an upset or scared one. Unfortunetly, the main criminals accomplice knew that Kurt's sentence was a lie and made sure Finn knew that nothing was okay.
He kicked Finn in the back of the knee and tugged him back by his shirt color, causing him to crumple to the floor. As he hit the tile of the kitchen, Kurt had to cringe at the deep thudding noise.
"Finn?" Kurt asked, starting to stand up and check on him only to have a bullet much too close to his head again. "Leave him, or else it gets worse." Kurt managed to look out of the corner of his eye and saw the man, smiling. He'd found one of Kurt's weaknesses.
Kurt observed the man, who, oddly enough, wasn't wearing a mask. It either meant he was sure that neither Kurt nor Finn would rat him out, or he as sure no witnesses were going to make it out alive.
Kurt took in his face, trying to make sure he had it down for sure. He had died blonde hair with the roots growing in, but Kurt couldn't see what color from sitting down below him. He also had dark, sinister looking brown eyes.
Finn started to get up again, his bones cracking slightly. "Finn, stop." Kurt warned, noticing the amusedly evil look within the assistant's gray eyes. Finn obeyed, looking up at Kurt with huge, scared eyes.
"Let's straighten this out; you are our hostages. You will do whatever we say, or else the other one of you dies. You will have no complaints over whatever happens. Comprehende?"
The man smirked self-satisfactorily while his partener's beady eyes just sparkled between his mask and a small grunt came out. Kurt nodded vaguely, staring at Finn.
It was obvious; these men hadn't just been watchin him at home. The probably had even followed him to school; how else would they know that the best way to get to Kurt was by hurting others infront of him?
Kurt just sat in silence as the beta watched him and Finn intently, obviously wishing to inflict pain once again. Kurt tried to murmur reassurances to Finn, who had yellow and purple patched starting to spot his skin.
After abot half an hour, Kurt murmured to the current watch guard, "Our parents will have to come back eventually. I wouldn't be surprised if they were heading back eight now."
the man's eyes glared at Kurt as he walked backwards towards his boss's position, the front of his body always facing Finn's and Kurt's. He grumbled something into the other room, the words incomprehendible.
The man with the dyed blonde hair walked back into the room, nodding. He walked over and picked up the phone, playing with it as he ordered his accomplice to try and refrain from hurting Finn just for a moment.
He handed the phone to the masked man after hitting a few buttons. He then whipped out the gun again and pressed it to the temple of Kurt's head. Kurt raised an eyebrow, yet refrained from speaking.
The phone began to ring, until the man by Finn heard someone speaking. Smiling cruelly, the man with disturbed brown eyes told Finn, "Better speak up, it's Mommy. But watch what you say; a single wrong word could end painfully for the fag."