CHRIS EVANS & SEBASTIAN STAN IMAGINES

Escape | SUPRISE X READER

You couldn't help but feel eery, a figure has been lingering behind you for a few moments now. It was dark out, cold as a fall times night. The dead leaves crunched under your boots, and slight fog formed as you breathed.

You tried to distract yourself, focusing your gaze on the electronic device that held all of your information. Opening snapchat, taking a quick picture over your shoulder to see if he was still there.

The image; grainy, but an ish-defined silhouette appeared.

Fuck.

You look backward, there he was, smiling like a psychopath, gleaming teeth reflected from the dim street lights.

Your heartbeats fasten as the seconds go by, an uneasy feeling wells in the pit of your stomach, and pain erupts in the center of your chest. You pick up your pace, beginning with a slight jog, looking back to check if the illusion was real; and, indeed it was.

A muffled choke ejected from your throat, along with your eyes widening. The knife he held in his right gloved-hand, dripped with blood; He hadn't hurt you, but he was definitely giving you threats.

"Stop following me, you freak!" You yelled between breaths. Adrenalin pumped through your veins.

The hooded shadow croaked a throaty laugh and picked up his pace. The both of you were mid-sprint at this point, and he was catching up rapidly. His heavy footsteps thumped on the earth's ground.

"Stop!-"

The last thing you saw was black.

You slowly gain consciousness, starting to feel the tightness around your wrists, a little bit of a burning sensation. You groan, trying to recap what happened. Your eyes were covered, with a bandana you predicted. You tried moving your lips, a sticky substance sealed them shut.

A faint dripping sound came from your rear-left corner and an old rusty ventilator spun lazily, squeaking every few spins. The smell was musky, humid and smelled of rotten produce. The air was particularly warm for this time of year.

An unsettling dry feeling in your mouth throbbed, you yearned for water. The irritation of your bound ankles started to itch.

thump, thump, thump,

Familiar footsteps approached, followed by an unbolting noise and a long screeching noise.

"Well, well, well, she's awake." A voice rasped. You jolt your head up, a surging heat flows into the nape of your neck. Your anxiety welled, at a lengthy pace, producing a torturous pain in your abdomen.

Abruptly, you felt a flesh-like texture, tracing the contour of your shoulders. You shudder to the touch, this mans fingers were particularly bony and had definitely not cut his nails recently.

"Don't be scared, I am going to hurt you, and there's nothing you can do about it." He snickered.

You could feel his grin; this individual was completely psychotic. He walked around you a couple times, you heard his footsteps circle the chair you were braced on tightly.

"I know in all the movies, this is the part where I would rip off the tape and let you scream for help but that would just be a waste of time." He giggled at his statement.

His feet made a trail of noise to the right side of the room, and it sounded as if he was pulling a chair. The questionable metal legs of the chair made a shrieking noise for about a solid twenty seconds as he was dragging the chair towards you.

The ear piercing noise comes to a halt and was followed by a light thump.

"Oh, (Y/N). How long I have been watching you."

You cringe instantly under the tape, this was disgusting.

"You never did really pay attention to me; I tried to drop hints here and there but you never caught on. I guess you are as stupid as they say you are."  He finished, tucking a few strands of your hair behind your ear.

"(Y/N), you have lots to live for; You won prom queen, you were in the student council in tenth grade, you took ballet classes in seventh, you got an award for best drawing in fourth, gosh that was a cute bunny...."

You jolt in the chair, trying to pry your wrists out of the rope or tape.

"Not gonna work, I have your sight." He says in a slightly angry tone.

"If you don't want to stay, you'll die." He raised the volume.

"You're gonna marry me, okay? I got ordained for this very day. Don't worry about the dress, I got it fitted and everything, your waist is twenty-seven inches, your bust is 34 and you know the rest, obviously." He spoke.

The room fell silent, but thankfully the old ventilation system filled the void.

He got up again, and unlike last time, walked to the left side of the room. With the faint click, music started to play.

Classical music escaped from an old radio, from what you determined. You knew it was old because the grainy noises that played in the background of the instruments.

He once again walked towards you but this time he pulled your chair. It was an office chair, it glided on the floor towards the unknown location.

The man took of your bandanna, your vision was blurry and the saturation was too concentrated. You close your eyes for a few and open them. Your view adjusted and you saw the familiar face of your old classmate Sebastian Stan.

You muffle a little gasp.

"I know, I know, I changed a little-aha." He chuckled, brushing a hand through his hair, flashing his pearly whites.

Sebastian had a bohemian glow, sun-kissed auburn hair that was to his shoulders length, and emerald eyes with a blue contour. His lips were plump and pink, his cupid's bow perched upwards just like his nose.

"I'm going to wash you, you're all dirty. When I tried to catch you, you started kicking and squirming like a fish! You got mud all over me and you. Guess we'll have to take a bath together."

He dragged your chair outside of the room....