𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍: A COD Fanfiction

The Truth

A couple hours earlier.

It was cold, and you couldn't feel anything except your hands tied behind your back, your feet tied together, and your body sitting in a wooden chair. Your head hurt somewhat from when your stalker knocked you out.

Your eyes adjusted to your surroundings but you couldn't really see. There were no windows, no lights could be seen except a sliver from the door that was far from you. The walls were brick, the floor was concrete, and there were pillars holding everything together. There was nothing to hear either. It was quiet.

You tried to free yourself by moving your wrists back and forth, but the rope was very tight. It didn't seem to work, but you kept trying anyway. The rope started to burn your wrists but it didn't matter to you, all you wanted to do was get out of this place.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A man spoke in a deep voice.

Your head jerked up to see who spoke to you. Since it was dark you could only see the shape of the man walking around. He was tall, and was wearing all black.

"You might hurt yourself." He added. His shoes clomped back and forth on the concrete as he was waiting for you to respond to him.

"I don't care about my injuries" you say in a scared but confident tone of voice. "I just want to get out of this place and go back home"

"Eager are we?" He asked.

You ignored what he said and spoke to him again. "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." He replied.

Wait. You remembered that sentence before but where? You thought for a moment. Until it hit you.

It doesn't matter who I am.

The stalker, he said that to you in one of the notes.

You smirk at his response. "So you're my stalker, huh?"

"Clever." He said.

"What do you want from me?" You asked.

"That's not for me to answer." He replied.

"Why not?"

"I'm not the one that's in charge here. Maverick is."

"Who's Maverick?" You asked again.

"You'll meet him on your own." He said. "Now, stop asking questions."

The man leaned up against one of the pillars and took out what seemed to be a knife. He then slowly walked over to you.

Your eyes slightly widened as he took the sharp end of the knife and lifted your chin to meet his eyes. His face was covered up in a black mask so all you could see were his eyes. They were a deep green, probably the prettiest green you've ever seen.

He laughed under the mask. "Oh don't worry, I'm not gonna use this on you... Not yet at least."

The sudden sound of the door opening startled you. And the stalker turned his head towards the door.