Loner (König x neutral reader)

2 - fight for your life

I abruptly sat up in my bed, sweat all over my body.

Was that a dream?

I wipe away the sweat on my forehead and push the blanket off of my body. I slowly sat on the edge of my bed, lifting my right hand. It was shaking like hell but all my fingers were still working. I sight in relief, moving my fingers to make sure they're really there. I went out of my room to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I looked into the mirror, expecting to see myself like a big mess but I saw nothing. I furrowed my eyebrows and got closer to the mirror, my nose almost touching it. There was the bathroom but it was as if I wasn't there.

What in the actual fuck-

I stepped back, my hand searching for the doorknob but I didn't feel it so I quickly turned around and looked for it. I gasp.

Where is the door? WHERE THE FUCK IS THE DOOR.

I slam my hands against the wall where the door should have been, trying to break it which obviously didn't work. I turned around seeing that the bathroom is gone and there was just white emptiness. My breath begins to quicken and I start to panic. Then suddenly a hole appeared beneath me and I fell. I tried to grab onto something but there was nothing. I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I woke up screaming. My eyes wide I looked around and found myself in this dark empty room again.

No.
No no no nonononoNONONONONONONO

A tear dropped down my face as the pain came back to my body. I looked at my right hand to see all my fingers broken.

I must have pasted out during that.
I tried to calm down and control my breathing. The door opened and I looked to the side, closing my eyes.
"Oh? You're already awake? That's good." said Kyle sarcastically. "Why don't we have some more fun huh?"
He closed the door and lit up a candle. I looked up at him. The dimm light shined onto the left side of his face. His brown eyes almost looked black and his short brown hair was glued back probably with hairspray and looked like it hasn't been washed in some time. His ugly smile that he always had on his face when he tried to flirt with me in the past, revealing his yellow teeth and his long thin fingers which didn't fit to his muscular body, were locked into eachother what made him look like a child that just got a birthday present. He looked as ugly as always. He didn't wear his uniform anymore and my eyes gazed at the big bloodstane on his shirt which was probably my blood. I feel how heavy my eyes felt and I could barley move my right arm that was still on that small table.
"Ya know, you get boring very fast 'cause you pass out really soon. So I had a fun idea!" Kyle clapped into his hands. "Let's play catch!" He giggled like a 10 year old and jumped slightly.

This guy is completely insane...

"If you catch me first, I let you free. If I catch u first you have to tell me all you know okay? Do you understand darling?"
I just huffed.
"I'll take that as a yes!" He giggled excited and started to remove my broken hand from the table and also freed my other hand. They loosely hang down at the sides of my chair. I wanted to punch him so bad right now but I barely had any strength. As he was done he stepped back.
"C'mon. Get up." He demanded coldly, his excitement getting bigger.

This asshole just wants to laugh at me.. son of a bitch..!

I sighed and pushed myself up slowly using the chair as my support. My legs were shaking and I tried not to move my right hand. My left hand lets go of the chair and I slowly walk towards him, my anger getting bigger with every step I take and giving me the strength to move forward. Kyles grin got even wider as he saw me stumbling his way. I looked him dead in the eyes. I tried to punch him and my left hand swung loosely into his direction, missing him completely as he took a slow step back.
"C'mon! Is that all you got?" He laugh at me, his hands in the pockets of his jogging pants. He kicked me into my stomach. I stumbled back onto my knees holding my stomach and throw up. Kyle started laughing really lout, pointing a finger at me. I just stared at him in anger wiping my mouth. I got all my strength together and got up. He was still laughing, not paying attention to me.

That's a big mistake...

With all I had I ran over to him. He stopped laughing and looked at me in shock. I put all my strength I had left into that one punch. It hit him right in his face and he fell to the floor. I started kicking him letting out a aggressive deep scream. I kicked him into his face till he stopped trying to cover his face. I fell to my knees right in front of him. Gasping for air. I looked at his blank stare, blood coming out of his nose and mouth. I stumbled back to the table getting one of the knifes that were laying on it and walked back to Kyle, slitting his throat.
"Just to make sure.." I said to myself. As I stood up again I looked one last time at him. I make a disgusted face and spit on his face.
"That's what you get asshole. Rott in hell son of a bitch."

I slightly opened the door and peeked outside the hall. There was no one.

Okay. It was just Kyle, Ray, Silver and me on this mission. There could be more enemies tho.. whatever. I need to get out of here.

I grip the knife tighter holding it in front of me ready to attack anyone that comes my way. My legs felt very heavy as I made my way through the halls up the stairs, out of that basement. I tried to be quiet but my breathe was heavy from the fight and the walking. It looked like I was in a normal house. I continued walking. Then I heard voices from the room across from me. The adrenaline was shooting through my body making the pain go away as I opened the door slightly peeking through.
There I saw Ray sitting on the couch watching tv. I just saw the back of his head with his longer curly hair, his arms outspread on the back of the couch. I closed the door quietly.

I can't let him see me it's too risky to just go in there ans take him out. I don't have enough strength to take another fight...

As I walked further through the house I found the front door. Relieved I stumbled towards it opening it. As I wanted to walk out Silver stood in front of me, holding a bag with food and just about to open the door.

Oh fuck..

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