Standing on his tiptoes freaking hurts.
Kristoff strains to stand tall, neck aching from watching the Hyenas down below.
None of them come upstairs or even acknowledge the boys in the storage room, which is extremely frustrating. Scar hasn't returned, and Kenzie hasn't left. Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed are missing as well, which isn't exactly reassuring. There's no telling what's going to happen, and the wait sucks.
Sighing, Kristoff lowers himself to the ground and sulks against the door. "Why do I get the feeling they forgot about us?"
Jim slouches in the corner, his ever-present glare not fading in the least bit. "Maybe that's a good thing. When they leave, we can leave." His position is not even remotely comfortable, but moving sends an incredible amount of pain slicing through his chest. "And before you say it, yes, I know the door is locked. It shouldn't be that heard to pry it open."
Kristoff sinks the ground, resting his head against the wood paneling of the door. The voices downstairs carry up to their little prison, indecipherable through the thick walls. It's easy to make out the annoying laughter, though. "I hate not knowing what's going on inside the game."
They've both been sick with worry, wondering about the fate of their friends. After spending two months at Shang's camp, they should have been able to fight off Scar's men no problem; and for a while there, they did. Heck, the girls took on his minions without even a struggle. Then Scar himself came into the picture, and it was a whole other story.
Needless the say, they both feel pretty remorseful that Scar took them out so easily.
"What if we don't get out of here?" Kristoff mumbles, exhaustion weighing heavily on him, both physically and mentally.
Jim scowls, clenching his fists around his shirt. "Dude, seriously. Don't talk like that."
Even though the harshness of his voice still scares him, Kristoff ignores this completely. He's too tired to worry about angering Jim. At this point, he just misses his family.
The thought of never seeing his loud, overbearing, really heavy family again is like driving a stake through his heart. The knowledge is worse than any pain he's been inflicted towards tonight. He wishes he could see them all again, at least one more time. Especially Sven.
"You know, the last thing Sven and I did together..." He begins, reminiscing, only to receive an irritated groan from Jim. "We dressed as Mermaid Man and Barnacle
Boy and rode the invisible Boatmobile through a McDonald's drive thru. They were not amused." He chuckles at the memory, the stake only digging deeper. "And after tonight, we were going find a way to break up Lottie and Hans.... But I guess that doesn't matter anymore."
Jim studies him closely, expression solid and unreadable. "You and Sven are the strangest humans I've ever met."
His tone takes Kristoff back to camp, and the two months they trained in martial arts and self-defense. It was also at that camp were Jim attempted to murder them both – repeatedly.
And, those were the two months Kristoff spent separated with from the girl he adores more than anything.
Sighing heavily, he fishes out his phone, unsurprised to see the service still hasn't returned. Instead of dwelling on that, he gazes sadly at the bright face that lights up his screen. Anna's perky, contagious smile literally glows behind the glass, filling him with a cold ache. He can clearly see the wild excitement and joy in her eyes, the sun behind her framing her alluring red hair. The sight of her twists that stake in his heart, drowning him in more remorse than the thought of his family had.
