hostage || l.t au [ON GOING]

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"Baby, I'm sociopath, sweet serial killer. On a warpath, 'cause I love you just a little too much . I love you just a little too much."

"Alana! Alana Green! Earth to Lana!"

"Huh?" I utter, opening my eyes and removing my headphones from the sides of my head.

"What the hell are you listening to?" Nicole asks. She was my best friend and roommate. We lived in an unbelievably tiny apartment in Los Angeles.

"Lana Del Rey, Serial Killer," I reply, swiveling the desk chair I was sitting in towards her. We had spent the whole day positioning furniture, and I was extremely tired. She was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed. Oh, great. She's going to make me do something.

"Nice? I guess? Anyways, I have a grocery list for you. It includes a lot of staple things we need for the house," she states, handing me the piece of paper. We just moved in about two days ago, and the apartment was a mess. Not only that, but we had nothing to eat and we didn't own any cleaning products.

"What are you going to do?" I question in annoyance. She was so bossy sometimes.

"Uh, hello? Look at this place!" She fires. I raise my hands up in defense and head to my bedroom. One of the perks of this place is that we somehow managed to each get our own rooms.

After changing out of my pajamas and into jeans and a t-shirt, I throw my phone, iPod, and headphones into my purse, along with the list. I leave my room and grab my keys off the kitchen counter, noticing that Nicole was already beginning to tidy the kitchen.

"What do you want for dinner?" I ask, since it was half past five I'd need to pick up dinner on the way back home.

"Chinese?"

"Chinese," I confirm, putting on my shoes. I tell her goodbye, and leave our apartment.

The drive to the store was dreadful purely because I hated driving. I despised it, in fact. When I was 15, and I had just received my permit, I made up every excuse to not practice driving. I was so paranoid I'd injure someone, and my self-esteem didn't help. I drilled it into my thick skull that I suck at driving, and that I should just give up. 

I let out a frustrated sigh as I pulled into Target's parking lot. It took me ages to master parking. 

Once I had parked my car, I grab my purse from the passenger seat and get out. I locked the car and began to walk towards the building. As I enter Target, I pull out Nicole's list from my purse and began planning this trip. 

Bathroom products first, then other household products. Next is dairy, boxed and canned foods, beverages, poultry and meats, eggs, and finally produce. 

I heaved a sigh. This was going to be a longer trip than I thought. I grab a shopping cart and begin to make my way to the bathroom supplies and household products aisle. 

As I walk towards the back of the store, someone runs into me. 

"Shit, sorry," the man apologizes. I snap out of my thoughts and focus on him. He was the same height as me, with blue eyes and brown hair. He had ragged looking scruff and tan skin. His hair was messy, but in a good way. He was wearing a gray t-shirt with a few tears, possibly for fashion purposes, and black skinny jeans. He was also wearing a black military jacket. Holy crap, he was hot. 

"U-uh, n-no, it's fine...," I stutter, realizing that I was staring. He nods his head awkwardly, and I notice how shaken up he looks. He looks so scared. "No, seriously, it's alright. I just have a lot of errands to run, and I wasn't paying attention." 

"Oh. I-I'll leave you to that then," he mutters. It was then that I noticed his British accent. Jesus, he gets hotter every second. He nods again, and rushes towards the opposite direction of where I was headed. 

So much for flirting with him......Maybe he has a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. I don't judge. 

I snap out of my thoughts and curse myself for my small attention span. I shake my head as a final attempt to refocus, and continue my journey to buy toilet paper. 

As I'm examining the different brands of toilet paper, comparing the quality and prices and such, a woman a few years older than me taps me on the should. 

"Excuze me, my name iz Juliane Adler," she introduces herself. Right away I immediately recognize her accent: German. 

"Hi, my name is Alana Green. It's nice to meet you," I smile. I extend my hand for her to shake, and she accepts the gesture. 

"Alana...that is a fery beautiful name. Pardon my English. I took two years English back home in Germany, but I am not zee bezt," she laughs nervously. 

"Thank you, and it's not a problem. Your accent is quite intriguing. How may I help you?" I ask, admiring her ethnicity. 

"I just moved here from Mainz. It iz just outzide of Frankfurt," she begins. 

"Ah, Frankfurt. The capital?" 

"Yez," she smiles warmly. "I leefe alone, and don't know anybody here..,"Juliane trailed off shyly. I knew exactly what she was trying to say.

"Juliane, I hereby invite you for dinner at my place tonight. You're not going to be alone in this, me and my roommate welcome you with open arms," I tell her cheerfully. 

"Fank you so much! I am not fery good at making friendz, I am fery fankful you are mine now," she laughs. I grinned widely at her, and we both exchange phone numbers. Afterwards, we walk around the store together. 

About ten minutes later, the lights black out and a few shrieks echo in the big building. 

"What the--," I begin, only to be cut off by a booming voice over the intercom. 

"ATTENTION! This is Alex, and you're all hostages now." 

Juliane and I look each other, fear drowning our eyes. 

(A/N: HEY, SO I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING BUT I'M TESTING THIS OUT, OKAY? LET ME KNOW DOWN IN THE COMMENTS IF I SHOULD CONTINUE!! - Ru. xx)