𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 || 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚗𝙿𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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|| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 || 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 ||

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

I stared in horror as two more figures walked towards me, one with a smug grin plastered across his face while the other was sharpening his sword as he walk closer to me. I trembled with fear knowing full well that the worst thing that could happen to me was that they would kill me, and if they do I hope it would be quick and painless.

"Damn, my first day back on the field and we find someone younger than those we just killed," someone joked. "They seem to be the same age as you Ash!"

"Grab them then," one hissed "We mustn't leave a witness, you know that"

"What? Why not just kill them? You're the type to not take mercy Boss. And it would be much quicker and less troublesome"

"Did I stutter P?" he replied sweetly this time, a little too sweet, the kind of sweetness that will cause you cavities.

"No s-sir."

"Great then grab them."

One began to walk closer to me, a faint outline of feathery wings behind him, the wings of a parrot I think, but any colors were hidden by the shadows. The axe in his hand poofed away and was replaced with a bundle of rope.

With my fate in that rope and the person walking towards me, I did the only thing possible.

I ran

I scrambled up and sprinted as fast as my legs would take me to the trap door. Just as I was about to reach the trap door to lift it open, someone already beat me towards it. And two more figures ran down from it.

"Hah Rek you should have seen their faces when I killed one of their friends," said one "It was so funny!"

"Oh really!?" said the other.

Before I could stop or do anything, my face crashed against one of their chests. Great just great. I stumbled a bit and nearly rolled down the stairs if it wasn't for someone catching me in time.

'Wait ... WHAT?'

"Ow" winced the one that I just bumped into "Oh and would you look at what we have here."

He leaned closer to me"I know right Branz~," said the person behind me, his breath tickling the nape of my neck, but sending chills down my spine. "I was thinking that we should do something to them because it would be a waste of life for someone this young to die"

Right after he said that I felt someone's finger wrap around my wrist holding it tightly and forcing it upwards, then I felt the coarseness of the rope against my wrist.

'NO! I would not let some villain take me away' I glanced around swiftly and noticed a vent on my right but it was up high, 'I guess my only chance right now is to escape from there. But why must it be so high?! Nevertheless, it shouldn't be too hard, after all, I used to do gymnastics and parkour.'

I pulled my arms away from their grasp which was quite hard as they had a strong grip and ran towards the vent slipping through the people who tried to block my way.

"Fuck"

"Oh no"

"Crap"

Strings of curses rang throughout the basement as I leap from a sturdy box to a protruding pipe and into the vent which conveniently has its metal grate open leaving a pathway for me to crawl into easily.