Gingerly touching his head, he winced as pain shot through his body. He pulled his hand away, annoyed to find blood on it. 'Great now he was stuck somewhere and couldn't bandage his head up at all. What a lovely day this turned to be.' Taking a more careful observation of his whereabouts, the green-eyed pilot realized he was in a bedroom, set to look like a little child's. What the heck was going on? Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Trowa tried to remember what happened. 'I was at the circus..no on my way back to the safe-house. Some men jumped me and....' a sweet-smelling aroma then invaded his senses. They drugged him, how could he let this happen.
"Darnit...just great now. I am stuck in what seems to be a seven-year old's room, bleeding and still somewhat drugged. What else could go on at the moment?" Now normally, Trowa would've assessed the situation and acted calmly, but that day was just pressing the limits of the endless amount of patience he had. Maybe if he hadn't seen them kissing- no, he shook his head violently, he would not think about it. At least not right now.
His gaze rested on the door as he heard voices. Quickly with much agility only someone like him could possess, he layed down on the bed and acted like he was asleep. The muffled voices kept coming closer.
"Are you sure he was given the strongest drug we have? I do not want him waking up before planned." The voice was hushed, but familiar.
"Yes ma'am, our strongest one we have, he should be out for the next couple of hours." As the door knob twisted, the voices barely became audible as they spoke more.
Light filtered in, illuminating his face, but he still kept stock-still. A figure walked over to him, suddenly pressing a needle into his forearm. Darnit, he should have seen that coming. Guess those drugs slowed down his thought process and reaction time. Sleep threatened to overcome him again as he wished he knew where he was.
"Sleep my child, sleep and have the most pleasant dreams you have ever been offered. You will need the rest. For next week, you start school"
A/N: I know I know...weird....but yet...strange..and those are synonyms of each other, go fig. Well I have no idea where this maye lead me....god I hope I keep this one up. Might as well provide a lovely update of my others stories here too.
Falling Water (is that the title?) I will probably not make a sequel to this one..just 'cause no one really seemed to like it.
Kitty Got Claws: It's coming, chp 2 is coming...it'll probably be out this weekend if schoolwork stays on the light side. I have rewritten the second chapter like 5 times now...god nothing makes me happy in it.
The Killer: probably abanded, most likely....I don't even remmeber when I originally typed it...though the second chapter may just come out this weekend too...if I can just get a plot in it.
"Darnit...just great now. I am stuck in what seems to be a seven-year old's room, bleeding and still somewhat drugged. What else could go on at the moment?" Now normally, Trowa would've assessed the situation and acted calmly, but that day was just pressing the limits of the endless amount of patience he had. Maybe if he hadn't seen them kissing- no, he shook his head violently, he would not think about it. At least not right now.
His gaze rested on the door as he heard voices. Quickly with much agility only someone like him could possess, he layed down on the bed and acted like he was asleep. The muffled voices kept coming closer.
"Are you sure he was given the strongest drug we have? I do not want him waking up before planned." The voice was hushed, but familiar.
"Yes ma'am, our strongest one we have, he should be out for the next couple of hours." As the door knob twisted, the voices barely became audible as they spoke more.
Light filtered in, illuminating his face, but he still kept stock-still. A figure walked over to him, suddenly pressing a needle into his forearm. Darnit, he should have seen that coming. Guess those drugs slowed down his thought process and reaction time. Sleep threatened to overcome him again as he wished he knew where he was.
"Sleep my child, sleep and have the most pleasant dreams you have ever been offered. You will need the rest. For next week, you start school"
A/N: I know I know...weird....but yet...strange..and those are synonyms of each other, go fig. Well I have no idea where this maye lead me....god I hope I keep this one up. Might as well provide a lovely update of my others stories here too.
Falling Water (is that the title?) I will probably not make a sequel to this one..just 'cause no one really seemed to like it.
Kitty Got Claws: It's coming, chp 2 is coming...it'll probably be out this weekend if schoolwork stays on the light side. I have rewritten the second chapter like 5 times now...god nothing makes me happy in it.
The Killer: probably abanded, most likely....I don't even remmeber when I originally typed it...though the second chapter may just come out this weekend too...if I can just get a plot in it.