【Beyond Birthday X Reader】

Chapter 1

You open your eyes to find yourself in a dark, musty room. The restraints around your arms and legs prevented you from moving out of your seat.

'Where am I?'

***

You stood in the kitchen of your small apartment, your television playing in the background. More so for background noise than anything else. You do however take interest when the 'breaking news' sound plays.

"There have been several missing person reports filed over the last week in the L.A. area,"

You hear the reporter say. You grab the remote and turn up the volume,

"We advise people in the L.A. area and surrounds to ensure you are locking doors and windows."

You got up and did exactly as the man had said, locking the windows and door. You were paranoid, I mean, when you live alone you sort of have to be. You looked at the clock, it was almost ten.

'It's getting late, I should head to bed soon,' You thought to yourself as you turned the television off. You walked toward the last window, looking outside, the moon was full and the sky was full of stars. Being a full moon, the street below was lit by moonlight. You saw a man walking by, with neat, black hair. You closed the window and locked it. You then headed towards your bedroom and flopped down on the bed. You couldn't sleep. The man on the news had scared you. You were listening to every, single, tiny noise you heard - a bat outside, a drip from the tap, the neighbours laughing loudly - everything. You lay there for what feels like hours, staring at the wall next to you. Jumping at every noise you heard. You feel like you're about to fall asleep when you heard a noise from the kitchen.

"It's just my mind playing tricks on me now..."

You mumbled to yourself, saying it like some sort of mantra - dismissing the noise and rolling onto your back.
Your eyes shot open when you felt someone press a cloth to your mouth. You struggled to get them off but failed, closing your eyes and feeling your body fall limp.

***

'Where am I?' You thought to yourself, 'and why am I tied to a chair?'
You thought back to earlier that night, slowly piecing it together. You looked around the room for the person who had taken you, but couldn't see anything in the dark room. You saw something moving out of the corner of your eye, hesitantly turning your head in it's direction. You saw no movement after that. You struggled to get out of the ropes that held you to the chair, but the knots were tight.

Suddenly, a person shot forward, out of the shadows, with a knife in their hand. They held the blade to your throat, you could feel the sharp tip pressed against your skin. You tried to scream but your voice refused to work out of utter fear. All you could do was look at this man in horror. You saw that he had neat, black hair and red eyes...

"B.B...?"

You squeaked out, surprised anything had came out at all. The man stopped what he was doing and lowered the knife to his side. He stared at you for a moment.

"(N/N)?"