Author's Note: 3-4-17 The current chapters have been revised and hopefully improved. I would appreciate feedback on what I have written. Feel free to request a nation. As always thanks for reading. ~M~
Pushing your hair from your face and out of your eyes you observed your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Your friend had invited you to this party and then promptly ditched you to grind on some lowlife who had flirted with her shamelessly. You had managed to escape the lewd glances and find a bit of peace in the bathroom. Above you, the light buzzed angrily and you took a deep breath. Truthfully you enjoyed parties, perhaps a little too much some days but as this one raged on outside you only wanted to get away from the craziness.
A loud bang outside the down startled you. Listening quietly, you could hear muffled yelling. Something about a girl. Opening the door a crack, you peered down the hall. A few boys appeared to be fighting and pushing each other around angrily. You frowned why couldn't they ever just behave. You closed the door and returned to the mirror.
"Idiots." You mumble to yourself. Your eyes widen with shock as your reflection's lips don't move as you speak. The image in the smirks and a hand reaches out toward you, beckoning you forward.
"Come through the mirror, it's time you learned your secrets ( )."
Taking a cautious step forward you reached out to touch the mirror. As you did you felt as though someone had roughly shoved your back and then you were falling, deeper and deeper into the mirror. When you awoke, you were laying on the floor of the bathroom. You sat up and rubbed the back of your head.
"Did I pass out? I can't remember."
Opening the door, you peered outside and glanced around in shock. You didn't recognize anything. The sound of the party had disappeared and you were left in complete silence. As you took a step forward a knife landed in the wood beside your head with a clunk. Freezing in place you head turned slowly to observe the curved blade embedded in the doorframe. In your chest, your heart was beating faster than normal and you couldn't breathe.
"I missed." A bored voice stated from the corner of the hallway. Turning in that direction you could see the outline of a figure hidden by the shadows.
"Andres, instructions were to take her in not kill her."
"Not yet." You were beginning to panic. From what you could tell you were alone in a strange place with three strange men.
"Keep your pants on Francois, I was having some fun with her. Maybe she is into that kind of thing. I'd love to find out."
"We have orders to escort her upstairs."
One of the men stepped out of the dark and grabbed your wrist. You observed him cautiously for a moment. He had dirty blond hair and smelled of cigarette smoke and cheap wine. When he caught your stare, he roughly pulled your wrist to get you to follow him. As you stumbled after him you couldn't help but feel like he reminded you of someone. Unable to conclude who you turned your attention to the other two men.
They followed only a step behind you preventing you from escaping. You couldn't get a clear view of them from your position without clearly turning around to look at them.
"Relax pet, we won't kill you just yet." A hand suddenly rested on your shoulder from behind and by some miracle you managed to not jump.
"Yeah, we have some plans for you first. Just a little bit of fun."
"Enough both of you. Can't you see the little bird is shaking?"
For the first time, you noticed how terrified you were. Your knees were shaking as you tried to keep moving forward. Meanwhile, their conversation had continued leaving you lost.
"More like mercy"
"Mercy? That word is not to my knowledge." Their comments were unnerving even out of context. Reaching the bottom of a large flight of stairs you glanced toward the darkness at the top apprehensively.
"They'll be waiting for little one. Try not to piss anyone off. It won't end well for you. Got it."
You managed to nod shakily as you climbed the stairs. At the top, you could hear voices coming from a dimly lit room. You entered the room followed by the three men and the conversation stopped.
"Our guest of honor. Welcome, to Mirage ( )."
"Mirage?" Your voice sounded much stronger than you felt and echoed in the large room.
"A world opposite of your own. You came here through the mirror." At the strange man's words, you remembered what you had seen earlier. "You are here now, as our guest. You are special, not many can walk between the worlds." The words sank in slowly and you rubbed your temples feeling a headache beginning to form.
"Why do you want?"
"You belong to us know. Now we can do whatever we want with you."
"Anything?" The speaker smirked.
"Anything." You paled and their smirk only grew.
"But there are so many of us and only one of you so to be fair you will stay one week with each of us. I'll even let you choose who you wish to stay with first. Pick wisely and be warned we are nothing like our weak counterparts in your world."
You glanced around the room. There wasn't much light in the room as you tried to match people with their counterparts from your world. The three men who had brought you had to be Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert. You were surprised you hadn't noticed the similarities before. If it was as they said, this was an entirely different dimension and you didn't know who to trust. Everyone had a dark side and this place seemed to exist purely to give them a place to run free.
"Well? Make your choice." You couldn't seem to find your voice. Opening and closing your mouth a few times without making a sound you finally just pointed into the crowd and toward one of the waiting nations.