Chrisker One-Shots

Unwanted Emotion

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Lids snapped open, revealing the muddy, dark blue orbs hidden beneath them, as a being groaned a bit from being forced to awaken from its slumber. The large form slowly rolled onto its right side, rustled the navy blue comforter and white bed sheets that partially covered it. The eyes flicked to the alarm clock set beside the man's bed, the bright green numbers read three o' seven in the morning. The light from the screen showed onto his form, illuminated the outline of blankets, pillows, and anything else close by.

The man closed his eyes, decided it would be best to get some more sleep. He didn't get to often due to going on missions and ever since China, he'd felt obligated to do so. He let out a long, silent sigh as he tried to get a little more comfortable, the warmth from the blankets wrapped around his middle and the coolness against his arm and head felt good. The sound of a light rain filled his ears, as well as a far off, deep growl of thunder, gave him the hint that a storm would be approaching soon.

Chris was almost lulled to sleep, felt his consciousness start to drift away when he heard it. The sound of a soft creak of wood downstairs. His eyes flew open again and he quickly pushed himself up from his lying position. They narrowed as he held his breath and stayed completely still, his ears strained to catch the same sound or something similar. For a while, it seemed like all he could hear was the quickened beats of his heart, the rain lightly hitting against his bedroom window, and a few, soft booms of thunder as the storm slowly approached his residence.

...

Tha-Thump .

Tha-Thump .

Tha-Thump .

Tha-Thump .

...

Chris blinked when the sound of footsteps echoed from downstairs and he sprung out of bed as quickly and quietly as he could. Keeping his eyes on the door, he opened the top drawer on his bedside table and pulled out his gun. Quickly checking to see how many rounds it had, Chris turned the safety off and hurriedly walked towards the bedroom door.

His mind kept trying to figure out who might have come into his home so late at night. Claire was the only one who had the spare key to his house and she was working in another state, so it must have been an intruder. He opened the door slowly before he peeked past the door frame and then he stepped out into the hallway. He aimed his gun ahead of him, his brows furrowed slightly as he crept down the hallway. Before he could reach the staircase, a flash of lightning lit up the small area and everything within it.

The floor felt cold against his bare feet and the lack of warmth from before brought goosebumps to the man's skin. As he walked down the stairs, Chris aimed his weapon towards his right, had it pointed over the railing, in case someone walked by or underneath him. He quickly stepped out from behind the staircase's wooden rail and off of the step, let out a silent breath as he did so, and he began to search the rest of his house. He kept his back towards the wall and side-stepped towards his front door. He glanced from the main hallway towards the doorknob as he checked it. It was still locked and secured. That wasn't how the intruder got in...

So where'd they get in from? I didn't hear any windows break...

He began to move down the hallway, his brain fully awake, and another flash of lightning lit up the hallway and kitchen. Chris immediately turned to his left and entered the kitchen. There was only one way in and one way out for that room and it was completely empty. He stopped to glance over at a picture of him and Claire posing with bunny ears over each other's heads that was stuck onto his fridge and then he passed by the coffee machine. It was still half full.