|Gifts|dreamnotfound Fanfic| killer au|

(7) "Hello, Georgie~"

I think I gave away the plot with the title BUT...

3rd person POV:

George slowly drifted out of consciousness as he got more and more tired. His eyelids felt as if they were 3 tons. He yawned quietly before giving into sleep. 

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George awoke covered in a blanket on Karl's couch. 

"Karl?" George whispered, his voice hoarse. 

He looked around for Karl, who was nowhere to be seen. He stood up slowly to look for Karl. He looked at the table in front of him to see... a note.

He lifted it with care and read through it, "Going out with Nick, feel free to stay for the day. I should be back by 3:00pm"

George exhaled as he knew that Karl was safe. He decided he should leave. There's around a 45-minute walk and he doesn't trust any Ubers knowing someone is coming for him. He knew that he should start his walk to get going; it was around noon currently, so he'd be home before 1:30pm. 

He grabbed his shoes from Karl's front door and creaked the door open. He stepped onto the vacant road and began walking to his left.

 He walked a block before deciding to stop at a local convenience store. He walked inside quietly and grabbed a few things. Soda, barbeque crisps, and a small water bottle. He reached the front desk and filled out a $20 bill. He placed the things on the table and looked up to see a young woman. She had brown and purple hair and looked like she was mad. He looked down at the name tag on her clothes; Minx.

She rang up his order, "Do you want a bag?" she asked, looking up from the screen. 

"yes please," George responded politely, avoiding eye contact. 

He got his things before walking out of the building to go home. 

George took a left turn onto the alleyway leading to a neighboring street of his own. 

He walked through the darkness when he felt an arm snake around his waist and one under his neck. He felt himself getting pressed against a warm body as he desperately tried to escape from this tight grip. 

"Hello, George~" an unfamiliar voice chimed into his ear. 

George started crying as he feared what he thought to be death was approaching him.

"Aww, don't cry Georgie. I won't hurt you if you just listen," the voice spoke again, this time sounding more threatening.  

George continued to squirm under this man's grasp but didn't make any progress. The man let him out of his grip, causing George to fall to the ground harshly.

The man then crouched down to face George. He had a white mask with a smiley face drawn on it and was wearing an all-black outfit. 

George glared at the man above him and tried to crawl away, which was greeted with a chuckle.

The man took something out of his pocket and faced it at George, "I'd like it if you'd stay right there, sweetie. You wouldn't want to get hurt, would you?" 

George stopped in his tracks as he realized there was a gun pointed at his head. 

"Good..." was all the man said before grabbing George and dragging the unwilling recipient to his car.   

With his hand wrapped around George's arm still, he opened his trunk to reveal a cardboard box, duct tape, and rope. The man grabbed the rope and neatly tied George's hands together before tossing George into the backseat. 

"If you do so much as shift in your seat, I will shoot your brains out, alright?" he whispered menacingly, then exited the car and slammed the door.  

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What do you think about this chapter? 

I don't have much to say; I'm not very proud of it, but it's not my worst chapter.

714 words.