Author's POV
War's eyes fluttered open, his vision hazy and blurred.
He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of the darkness surrounding him.
His head pounded with pain, a dull throb that spread through his body like fire.
Everything hurt—his arms, his chest, his abdomen.
The air smelled of dampness and something metallic.
As his sight slowly adjusted, War looked down and noticed his clothes were soaked in blood, his own blood.
His hands were tied tightly to the arms of a chair, the rough rope digging into his skin.
His body screamed in protest every time he tried to move.
He tried to remember what had happened, but it all came rushing back in fragments: the car speeding toward the airport, the sudden sound of screeching tires, the impact of a truck slamming into them, and then—nothing.
Darkness.
He groaned, shifting in the chair, but the pain in his abdomen was sharp and unrelenting.
A stinging, burning sensation spread through his torso, and he instinctively knew the injury was serious.
War coughed, feeling the tightness in his lungs.
It was hard to breathe, each inhale shallow and painful.
His mind raced as he tried to make sense of where he was, but all he knew for certain was that he was trapped, and in terrible danger.
Suddenly, the sound of a creaking door echoed through the small, dirty room.
War squinted against the dim light spilling in from the hallway, and a shadowy figure stepped inside.
The man approached slowly, his boots making a soft thud against the concrete floor.
War's pulse quickened, a surge of adrenaline rushing through him as the stranger came closer.
"Well, well," the man sneered, his voice dripping with amusement.
"Looks like the little kitty's trying to escape, huh?"
War narrowed his eyes, his anger flaring despite the agony coursing through his body.
"Who the hell are you?" he spat, his voice hoarse but full of defiance. "What do you want from me?"
The man chuckled, his grin widening as he took a seat directly in front of War.
He crossed his legs casually, as though he had all the time in the world.
His eyes glittered with malice as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Calm down, kitty. There's no need to get all worked up," the man said, his tone playful yet menacing. "I'm just an employee, see? I'm here because someone out there doesn't like you very much."
War's mind raced, trying to figure out who this man could be working for.
Who hated him enough to go to such lengths?
"Who sent you?" War demanded, his voice shaky from both fear and fury. "What do you get out of this?"
The man’s smirk widened. "What do I get?" he repeated, leaning back in his chair as if the question amused him.
"Oh, nothing too extraordinary. Just a little payment. Enough money to keep me and my family comfortable for the rest of our lives."
War's breaths came in ragged gasps, his entire body trembling from the pain.
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Flightless Bird
FanfictionLies, Betrayal, Anger and Obsession. What would happen to War who always thought that his existence was a curse since he'd bring tragedy to every person he got close to. Only to find out that he was never a problem in the first place but his life h...
