When you disappeared

XVIII

A/N: Idk if we need a TW here but there will be a little bit of violence in this chapter which includes blood so I just wanted to warn you lot :)

Techno POV (3RD PERSON)

The light was dwindling at the top of Techno's vision, peeking through the front windscreen.

The frosted window stopped the bright sunlight from boring holes into his retina but he still couldn't see much besides the road.

The group just arrived in Colombus but everyone was still asleep so he'd pulled the car to a stop in a car park, waiting for everyone to wake.

The usual feeling of impatience seeped into him and he decided to get out the car.

Outside it was warm, but not in an abrasive heat from an oven sort of way, more of a soft warmth from under a rainforest canopy.

Or you could just call it humid.

But the freedom of creativity was always there.

He leant against the van, basking in the rays when suddenly a shrill shriek echoed from down an alley.

He pushed himself off the car, padding cautiously towards where the sound came from.

There was a small alleyway which curled around a building opposite, the only logical place.

He picked up the pace, worrying he might be too late.

Turning the corner, he braced himself, his hands balled into fists.

But lo and behold, there was no-one there.

He cursed under his breath, turning to walk back to the van when a strong grip landed on his shoulder.

His whole body tensed as he spun around, making contact.

He heard a satisfying crack, luckily not from his knuckles.

"Fuck" his attacker stumbled back, readying themself for another swing.

Techno then realised that the alleyway was darker than he'd though previously.

He looked back to where the figure had been crouching, the figure which was now missing in action.

He threw a few aprehensive glances around, slowly backing towards the light behind him.

Something heavy made impact with his calf, knocking one leg out from under him.

His back colided roughly with the ground, this time the sickening sound coming from him.

He managed to right himself as someone threw a punch which clipped the side of his head.

Jumping back, he crashed into a bin behind, an idea springing into his mind.

He grabbed the first thing from the bin, which felt calloused and tough in his grip, lobbing it towards where the swipe at his head had come from.

A disgruntled sound came shortly after the sound of whatever he'd thrown actually landing on his target.

A loud noise came from behind him as someone landed deftly on the bin lid, a strong arm wrapping round his neck.

Struggling against their grip, his nails dug into the characters arm, leaving sore, bleeding indents.

The pressure slackened a little, meaning Techno could slip out of their grasp.

Launching himself away from the bin, his foot landing in a small pool of slightly sticky liquid.

He grimaced, keeping himself in a confident stance, having no idea how many people he was facing.

Then he remembered, he'd have to get out of this situation by himself, having locked the van from the outside, meaning no one could come help and, his sword was probably still hidden away in the boot compartment.

Thankfully, his attackers didn't seem to have weapons.

A fair fist fight except he didn't know how many people were against him.

Someone lunged at him, a sharp pain slicing up his leg.

Apparently, he was wrong.

They had weapons.

So, a not so fair fist fight.

He felt the warm fluid sticking to the inside of his jeans, cringing slightly at the repulsive feeling.

As the person tried to move back, he managed to catch their stomach with a neat punch.

The figure double over, coughing and spluttering, trying to escape Techno's reach.

There weren't many ways to get out of this situation, besides this one.

He vaulted behind where he thought the character he'd just punched was, managing to grab the knife from their grasp.

He held the back of their hoodie, the knife digging in to their throat.

"Hands. Up" He growled into their ear.

Reluctantly, they raised their hands.

"Do not attack" They croaked.

From their voice and their build he could tell it was most likely a man but he wasn't one to assume.

"Light" Techno hissed at them.

Suddenly, unnatural light flooded out around them, illuminating the group.

Funnily enough, he didn't recognise them but they seemed to know him.

It was three men.

The two opposing him were both brunette, their faces set with determination and worry.

One wore a blue hoodie, which hung off his almost childing frame.

The other wore a faded purple sweatshirt which looked deteriorated with age.

The one he had a grasp on had darker hair which flopped over his eyes, wearing a pale t-shirt.

Apparently, Techno looked a lot more intimidating than he'd thought because their faces lost all of the lingering determination that was there a second ago.

From their point of views, Techno couldn't imagine anything besides what he saw usually: a soft pink mop of hair which floated around his gold rimmed glasses, a small incisor tooth peeking out from behind his bottom lip and a dainty golden crown which Phil had made for him when he was younger.

"I don't care who you are, you're going to let me go and I'll let your friend free. I don't want to be trailed, I don't want to be threatened. You're going to abide by my terms and my terms only".

The other two men put their hands up and took a step back.

Techno let go of the hoodie he was holding, shoving the man towards his friend.

He spun the small knife in his hand, walking back along the alley.

"Oh and I'll be keeping this"

Author notes:

Violence scenes are actually quite fun to write and for this one I had actually quite a few outcomes.

A little longer than usual but meh.

I hope you guys are doing great.

-Lemony :D