A/N: Hola, soy Dora! Let's go beat a bitch! I'm sick of this sh-!
Whoops! *cough* My voice changed for a second there. I don't know what that was...
Hello!
Today's melody is, "Can't Help Falling In Love With You" by Audrey Mika. If butterflies (like the organisms) were a song, this would be it. It's so pretty and soft to my ears. I think it also fits the theme of this chapter as well (but like in a sad way).
So please enjoy!
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"I won't cause any problems, I promise!" Number 2 pleaded. Blood was dripping down from her mouth as she was being dragged by the mysterious man. "I'll do everything I'm asked to! I won't say another word!" She began to cry loudly. "Stop this, please! Stop!!"
"Shut up!" The guy shouted. He threw her on the ground and looked down with a smirk.
"And..." Hunk set down a box of clothes next to Pidge, "that's all of them."
"Thanks again for doing this for us," Pidge replied. He picked up the brown container, "This a very nice place! Now I can actually tell that you've been taking care of it!"
At this current moment, the run-away pair were trying to move into the bunker that one of them had suggested earlier. Hunk, of course, was helping them get settled in. It was now 6:04 am, and they had just finished putting all their essentials inside the room.
It was a small space. The walls were gray and the floor was wooden and brown. There was/were no door or windows, just a red ladder that led up to a hatch (which was both the exit and entrance). In the inside, there was a bunk bed, two white lights on the ceiling, a black shelf that had food and water on it, and a blue table. It was pretty standard and seemed comfy.
"It's my pleasure!" Said Hunk. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a house key, "Now remember, if you guys need to use the bathroom," he handed it to Pidge, "go in through the backdoor and be quick."
He laughed, "Okay~!"
The two of them were giggly. They seemed to enjoy this period of moving. But the youngest out of the three of them, Keith, was sitting on the bottom mattress, trying to keep his cool.
His legs were close to his chest, with his head hung down low. His eyes were shaking. His heart felt heavy, as if there was a big jail cell, weighing it down. He felt ignored, alone.
But no one had noticed how anxious he was. Nobody saw that he was crying.
"Keith!!" She faced the beaten-up boy.
He stuttered noisily, "P-Please don't k-kill her..!"
Pidge suddenly heard his cry.
He turned around to see his boy, shaking in fear. His fingers were intertwined and his knuckles went red. His right leg couldn't stop bouncing. He looked petrified.
He ran over to him, kneeled down in front of him, and took his hand. "Hey! You okay?" He stared at him with worried eyes.
Hunk peered over his shoulder, "What's happening?" He sat down next to Keith.
Number 2 gasped, "I'm s-scared..."
"Maybe... an episode? I'm not so sure."
"So am I! But we can make it through together!" The teen suddenly cried.
"That's what I thought at the beginning. But look at us now! You and I-I are the only ones left!"
"C' mon now... don't be so negative. We'll survive!"
Pidge put Keith's left hand on his chest then called for his name, "Keith! Keith!!"
"Yeah, I don't think that's gonna happen," the dark torturer chuckled.
His breath became fragile. He now began to hyperventilate.
"What's happening Holt?!" Hunk questioned.
He responded, "A hallucination, that's what!"
He had this look of uncertainty on his face, "Is he gonna be okay?"
"When he snaps out of it, he will be!" The therapist patted harshly on his back. He continued to say his name in a loud voice, "Keith!"
"Look, this was cute and all..." he pulled out a gun then aimed it at the girl's head, "but I'm afraid her time's up."
Keith growled like a lion, "Don't you fucking hurt her!" His eyes showed anger and hatred.
"Are you sure this is safe?!" Hunk asked.
The captor squatted and touched the girl's face. She was terrified and there were many tears running down her face. He was enjoying every moment of this scary night.
"Yes!" Pidge said. "He just needs to come back to Earth!"
"You take your mother fucking filthy and dirty hands off my fr-!"
The eviler male slapped him. "Will you just stay quiet?! I swear to god if you keep this up, I'm shooting your head off!"
"And when will he get here?!" Hunk asked.
It hurt Keith to sallow. He nodded and stuttered badly, "I-I-I..."
"Don't know!" Pidge looked at him, head to toe in fear, "We'll just have to help and see!" He shouted again, "Keith!"
"Damn! The two of you give me a headache..!" He dropped his arm and looked up at the ceiling.
The woman looked at her friend in despair, "B-Buddy..."
"All..."
"It's o-over for me..." she sadly admitted. She gasped for breath.
His eyes widened, "What?!" he began to behave crazily, "No, it's not!" He squirmed. He bent over and wanted to get up, but Hunk restrained him with his hands. "We can get through this together! We can do this! You can't give up now!"
"Just face the facts man."
"B-But..." his voice became shaky. He released some tension.
She had one more tear rolling down her cheek before the figure put up his gun again, "I love you. Thank you for being in my life." She sniffed, "I know... I-I know you don't want to acknowledge the fact that I'm practically screwed but this is it..!" She cried, "I-I'm going... to die."
"But..!"
She chuckled painfully, "Also if you make it out of this place alive, tell my father I love him too..." she smiled, "please?"
The man put his finger on the trigger, "Goodbye... Allura."
Keith was sobbing and practically screaming now. Hunk's grip tighten. "C' mon!! Please!!! I'm the one you should kill!! I'm the unimportant one! I'm useless!! I'm the mistake!! I don't care if I die, just let her live!!!"
A shot was fired.
"KEITH KOGANE!" Pidge shouted panically.
He suddenly stopped.
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~Sweet Home~ || Kidge AU || DISCONTINUED
FanfictionKeith Kogane is a broken teenager. He goes through auditory and visual hallucinations of a man who kidnapped him a year ago and who would torture him every day before the police found him, 1 month after he disappeared. Because of his mental state, h...