Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis in anyway or form.
A/N: Hi, everyone! I'm back with a new story. This is just the prologue though. There are many OCs here but they may either be mentioned or not in later chapters. There are no pairings here.
I'd like to thank my friend who I would be calling Lil_Dog who told me about my mistake here.
Title: Gebrochen Lächeln can be translated to Broken Smiles in German.
Warning: This story contains violence, guns, death, language and possible OOCness.
Rating might go up in later chapters.
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
He woke up to the sound of dripping water. When he looked around, he only saw a small window and a door. He couldn't see anything else through his blurred vision.
What am I doing here?
He groggily tried to sit up on the comfy bed he woke up in. A sudden shock pain came to him as he sat up, making him lie down again. He tried again and ignored the pain on this back as he sat up. He ran his hand through his hair.
What's this?
He removed his fingers when he felt something sticky among them. He moved his hand to the side where the window was. The light shone on his hand, showing a sticky red substance.
It's blood.
Using his other hand, he touched his face. Just like his hair, there was a sticky substance. He moved it to the side where the window was to see the same sticky substance. He looked down on his white clothes to see the same thing. On him, the bed, his clothes, even in the floor. There was blood everywhere around him. Suddenly, the door opened.
"I see that you're awake, boy." The person said in a low voice.
From the sound of that person's voice, it's got to be male.
The man moved closer to him after a few moments of silence. He sat on the side of the bed.
"Who are you?" The boy managed to mutter.
"You don't want to know, boy. Now shut up and don't move." The man said before taking out a knife.
The boy moved away and lied down, scared of what the man might do to him. The man grabbed his arm.
"I said don't move." The man hissed then pulled the boy closer to him.
The boy silently cursed when he felt his head throb because of the sudden movement. The man took his knife again and its blade glinted in the light. He cut the rope around the boy's wrists then the ones around his ankles.
"Thanks." The boy muttered when he massaged his wrists then ankles.
"Stand up. We need to go, now." The man ordered as he moved closer to the door.
The boy stood up and went behind the man. The older male threw something out the window. When he looked out the window, he saw it was rope. He followed the rope back to the room he was in to see that it was tied to the bed post.
"Boy, listen carefully. I need you to leave this place fast so you must go down this rope. Got that?" The man said.
"Here are some gloves so you don't get friction burn." The man added as he handed a pair of gloves to the younger male.
The boy thanked the man as he took the gloves. He tried it on and it fitted him nicely. The man told him to position himself by the windowsill. The boy grabbed the rope.
"On the count of three, I need you to jump through the window and keep a firm hold on the rope. I'll drop the mattress first so when you fall, you won't break a bone, okay?" The man told him.
The boy nodded before the man took the mattress and dropped it outside.
"Okay, now that's done, get ready. One... Two… Three!"
The boy jumped through the open window and kept a firm hold on the rope as he fell down. Once he reached the bottom, he landed on the mattress. The man followed him afterwards. The man looked around before standing up.
"Let's go. My car is just around the corner. If we run, we'll get there before that bastard finds that you're gone." The man said as he helped the boy stand up.
They ran towards the car but just before the man opened the car door, a gun shot was heard. They looked around to see if someone was there. They heard something snap and the boy hid behind the man.
"Show yourself! If you want to fight, I'll give you a fight!" The man shouted as he grabbed the gun in his back pocket.
Three men came out the bushes from right then three more from the left. The man pulled out his gun then shoots them all. They dropped dead after that. After that, someone showed himself from the path they just came from.
"Good show. Sadly, I need to have you and the boy dead. I can't have anyone ratting me out." The man, who they assumed was the leader and the boy's captor, said with a wicked smile.
"Men, dispose of them." The person before them ordered.
"I'm sorry, boy." The man whispered before he hit the boy behind the head then covered him with his bullet proof vest.
The boy groaned when he sat up from where he was lying. He saw dead bodies everywhere.
What happened here?
He looked around for the man who saved him last night.
"Good morning, boy."
He looked to his side to see the man from last night. The man looked at him from head to toe. He was covered with bruises and cuts.
"Do you remember anything that happened to you, boy?" The man asked as he took a piece of cloth and wrapped it around the boy's forehead.
The younger male hesitated for a moment before nodding. He began shaking after that as if what happened to him was happening all over again.
"Snap out of it, boy!" The man shouted as he gripped the boy's shoulders.
The boy snapped out of it and wrapped his arms around himself.
"Get inside the car, now. I'm taking you to the hospital."
A/N: That's all for now. I hope you guys liked the prologue. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
Important note: I'll try to update weekly. Even if I'm on vacation, I still have a busy schedule.
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