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» You are a notorious writer and proud owner of a library, one day your first customer, Chrollo, tells you to meet him on September 1st, leaving the location blank, challenging you to a game of catch.
When the man in the dark jacket with white fur at the top walked into the room relief filled me intensely, as if I was finally breathing the fresh air. His slick hair caught the dim light from the door in weird ways, what kind of hair gel did this man use? I shook my head focusing on his dark eyes and relaxed smile as he decided he was going to focus on my captor.
"Feitan, I'm afraid this one is actually my business. When I told Y/N here to come find me... I wasn't expecting such... immediate results." I gasped with the last string of attitude I could muster after ... After the incident. Denial wasn't the way to go but honestly, I wished I could simply ignore it. Never touch the matter again. Chrollo didn't move an inch to untie me though, I trusted him, I did. Did I? He wouldn't leave me here at the mercy of this cruel and sadistic gremlin... Right? Right?
"I catched." His rough voice now sounding a tad annoyed, like a kid whose toy had been taken away. What if Chrollo didn't want to upset this gremlin? What if he actually thought about leaving me here... to be tortured? How could I survive -
"I know but this one came to us, that's not a good hunt, is it?" Feitan, how Chrollo had called him, remained quiet and this was my friend's cue to crouch down. His face remained undaunted, and his hands touched the chains, I held an involuntary groan as I pulled my feet closer to the chair. Pain was still unbearable and now that I saw the dark lines that crossed on my Chrollo's forehead I felt myself break.
"Whateverre." The shorter man ambled out of the room, seemingly unbothered by the loss of his prey.
"Chr- .... Chrollo... What the fu-" A strong tug had me wailing, the chains rattled, Chrollo hummed as he got up and stared at the chains as he walked around me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down my heart and the ache that only seemed to yell louder as my blood rushed faster.
"Oh, this will hurt. How did he even..." Another stronger tug not only had me squirm as the chains on my chest dug deeper, I was about to ask for mercy and another way to be freed when the shatter sound reached my ears. Loud, scary, one of the new ends hit my neck, why was it insanely hot? I bawled my eyes out as my hands reached my neck patting it as if it'd calm the burning feeling.
"Oh my, that was unfortunate." He shooed my hands away to softly blow on it before he pulled the rest of the chains off me. "Can you stand?"
"I- My- My ankle..." I cleared my throat and smudged my tears away. "My ankle is ... incredibly fucked, hurting like hell!" He sighed before sliding his arm under my knees and the other on my back so he could pull me up softly.
"I was expecting a better description from a writer." I opened my mouth to argue but a loud sob left me instead, "How unlucky does one have to be to cross the one troupe member who enjoys torture?" I hated myself when tears started streaming down my face once more, I sure was an endless well of tears. I tried my best to silence my sobs but as Chrollo took me out of the dark room and the warmth of the sun caressed my skin I heard my shaky breaths of self control and despised them more than sobs.
How dumb did I have to be? Too dumb, I wasn't even drawing attention to me but had I truly planned to just waltz inside every abandoned building without expecting to be caught by criminals? I was looking for one! Chrollo was a criminal too, probably as much or worse than that short man called Feitan. What made him any different? The fact that he didn't seem to have any desire to harm me? So did the man in the long dark coat that was walking in front of me, his aura wasn't even present... How could I even know...?
I was carefully laid in a small bed, I blinked and focused in the room, there was the bed with wrinkly white sheets where I was laying on, the ceiling was wood and in the right corner there was a huge hole, sun shone through it and landed on the grey stones that composed the floor. There were many wooden cabinets, some with doors missing, some covered in dust... There wasn't anything else on the room, the stone walls were unadorned, the door that was barely holding itself in the hinges was in plain sight, in front of the bed. "I'll find you some ice and medication give me an hour or so..."
I whined for a second before I realized that I looked like a child asking their parents to stay. No. I was better than this. Sure... Sure staying in an abandoned church with the man who most probably broke my ankle and was ready to torture me was scary as shit, but I was here to grow. I was here to learn the inner workings of nen... Maybe to become strong? So that men like Feitan, the clown or the long-haired assassin didn't haunt my nights of sleep.
Yes. I was going to be strong, so I held my crying urges and saw Chrollo hand me a water bottle before leaving, his fluffy coat pristine. I slow sips of water, before I felt like I was ready to evaluate my situation.
I forced myself to sit and didn't hold back the tears of pain and the threatening want to vomit, what would I even vomit? How long had it been without eating or drinking? Maybe that was the reason I was feeling so weak and nauseous...
I shook my head slowly, my arms had two finger wide red marks around them, some parts by my chest even bled, my clothes were dusty, there was some dry blood and my shoes... oh no I would have to take my shoes and socks off to assess the ankle situation...
I took a deep breath. It was time to suffer.
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Author's Note: Hello, I know this was a rather awkward chapter, it is necessary. ~~ How have you been doing?
