London's Calling [Bastille FanFiction]

Chapter 7 [I Came Here To Be Safe.]

Sam POV

I slowly woke up, rubbing my eyes a bit to get my vision clear before I looked around the room. I barely remembered getting to Alex's place last night. The air in the room was stuffy as I got out of bed and put on some spare clothes I always left at Alex's house, slipping on some running pants and hoodie. I wrote a note, leaving it on the kitchen table to tell Alex I was going jogging and should be back in a hour, writing the time at the bottom. I was always meticulous about letting someone know where I was going since things had happened before. Quickly I jogged down the stairs of the building and out into the cold morning air that always accompanied London. It was refreshing to me and allowed me to think as I listened to music, turning on some Krewella to get the blood pumping. The jog was going great as I reached a more populated part of the city, apparently it was a fair day and the streets were packed already at 9 in the morning, which made me slightly nervous since I was alone. I turned down a smaller, less crowded street and stopped for a moment, catching my breath and checking my watch, it had already been close to an hour so I decided I'd better start heading back. Though the person behind me had differently plans. A white cloth pressed against my mouth and nose, as I inevitably breathed in some sort of chemical smell, my body going limb and my eyes closing as I fell into the strangers arms then was carried off without a single person noticing. The man tugged my phone out of my pocket, swiftly finding Alex and sending her a quick message before placing it in his pocket as he proceeded down the ally with me over his shoulder.

~Went home. TTYL~