𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 //𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒊//

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚗

Trigger warning: Accidental injury

When I woke up, I found myself with one wrist handcuffed to a plain bed in an otherwise empty room. I could tell that it was either early in the morning or just turning night from a medium sized window to my left.

The handcuff needed to go.
I removed one of my hair clips and used the thin metal to try and shim the cuff. At first it tightened and hurt like hell, but after it slid open with a tug.

Whatever drug that asshole used on me left me with a headache and made me feel dizzy when I tried to stand, but I got up anyway and made it to the door.

Quietly I tried it just to find out it was locked. Alright then, my next best bet was the window...

'God damnit.'
The door and the window were locked. When I looked through the glass window I could see that I was on the second floor and that there was a large fence surrounding the property.

I was planning to kick the window until it broke but upon further inspection, said window was made of tempered glass.

'It was almost like he wants people to have one last glimpse of freedom before they get shot in the head or some shit', I thought with a silent scoff.

I rifled through the pockets of my shorts, looking for anything that could help me MacGyver my way out of this.

All of my cash was still in my wallet, but all of the cards were missing. It was probably so that I couldn't shimmy open the door. Apart from that, all I had was a stick of gum, a can-do attitude, and a piece of glass? Whelp I'm dead. No wait- Not glass. Porcelain. It had probably came from a broken spark plug that I used as shrapnel. This was exactly what I needed. Glass would be too weak to break it, but porcelain...

I stood back from the window, wound up, and hurled that little sucker straight towards the glass.

The window shattered on impact.
It didn't stand a chance.

I walked up to the window and avoided the sharp edges as I stepped through the opening and onto the small ledge beyond it.

The ledge was about a foot long and I was able to see a drainpipe two windows away from me. I had only scaled past the first window when I heard a door open.

'That's my que to hurry up.' I thought, trying to get close enough to jump onto the drainpipe.

"Will you ever willingly stay in one place long enough for us to have an actual conversation?" Came a familiar voice from behind me.

I craned my head around to see Itachi stepping out onto the ledge.

"No." I responded, and leapt from my place on the ledge towards the pipe.

My landing wasn't as smooth as I wanted it to go, my hands got little scraped on the pipes fastenings and my palms stung from the impact, but I made it.

"You do know that you're going to end up hurting yourself, right?" Itachi warned, looking irritated.

I just ignored him as I continued to shimmy my way down the pipe, slipping every now and again.
I was about two and a half meters away from the ground when I realized that Itachi was already on the pipe and quickly gaining on me.

'Fuck it.'

I leapt off of the pipe pushing away from the wall and braced for it. I failed spectacularly. I tried to land on my feet but it backfired and my ankle bent in a way it sure as hell wasn't supposed to. There was no way that I was going to get up off of the ground, much less run from my impending threat.

And it hurt like a bitch. The only thing that I could do was string together every cuss word I knew and try not to move as the Uchiha neared.

I could only watch as Itachi made his clean descent down the pipe until he was standing over me. He bent down to my level and raised one of his eyebrows at me.

"Well That didn't work very well for you, now did it?" He said, sounding unimpressed.

"Fuck...You..Uchiha." I hissed.

Itachi looked over at my ankle and for a second, something unrecognizable flashed in his eyes.

"let's see if there's anything that Konan can do for you." He said sounding almost... concerned?

I couldn't even ask who the hell Konan was before Itachi scooped me up and slung me over his shoulder.