I'm trying to decide between doing these two titles,
Bonds of Desperation
and
The things we do for our siblings.
I think I might make it Bonds of Desperation: (subtitle) The things we do for our siblings.
Also, I didn't wanna do this 'til I gottsed good reviews on my other thing... But I'm bored, home alone, in a neighborhood surrounded by criminals who were recently released on friday night with no friends who wanna hang out with borin' ol' me 'cause they're even more boring/ are hiding from stalkers and I REFUSE to sleep. ESPECIALLY with no alarm system. So, yeah, and allz... Enjoy! This actaully has a story line, it's not just drabbles. Enjoy.
Summary: Feli, Matthew, Lili, and Ludwig(how the hell...?!) have been kidnapped. (Their brothers will do anything to get them back. Are they at all connected?)They wonder it they'll ever see the sun again. (Bonds are made) Also, this is human AU.
Prologue: Kidnapped.
Lili was sitting outside, in her garden. The back porch light was close enough to cast an eerie glowing the dark night. Lili should have been in bed, but she had woken up to a nightmare at eleven, only few minutes earlier, and didn't want to awaken her slumbering brother so, she had went to her comfort zone- her garden. She lay back and closed her eyes, breathing in the deep aroma of dirt and flowers. The peace, however, was shattered when a hand clamped down on her mouth, a cloth in the palm. The young girl felt a strange tingling and passed out within seconds- not at all long enough to see the eyes above her.
Mathew Jones-Williams was walking home late from his shift at the bar. He would've preferred to have left before midnight, but that Arthur punk had gotten drunk again and began whining about how everybody left him, even his dear Merica. (Matthew didn't blame the kid- he would've left, too, if he had been named that!) As usual, Mat had to drop the drunk off at Matthew's cousin, Francis' house. He sighed, watching his breath evaporate, and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. It was an unusually chilly night for North Dakota*. The Canadian didn't notice the figure behind him until it was too late. A hand clamped down over his mouth and, no matter how much he struggled, Matthew was out cold within a minute.
Feli skipped home from a nice day at work; he was the owner of the local Italian restaurant so he had to stay later than the his workers to finish everything up**, getting him out at about one in the morning. The young Italian was currently lost in a very dangerous land to him- thought. He was calculating how much money he had left for... Pasta and cookies. Believe it or not, the Italian liked to have a full wallet and didn't just go spending randomly- he just didn't have to worry about money to much because his grandfather left a large sum of money for his precious children when he passed away. Feli began humming the pasta song, his restaurants advertisement, and closed his eyes. In doing so, he failed to notice the person sneaking up behind him and clamping a hand down on his mouth. A stench came from the cloth in the person's hand and the Italian passed out.
Ludwig set a brisk pace home, the chilly air meaning nothing to him. The Ex-General had just turned a report into his boss and was heading home at two in the morning for an hour of rest before gym the next day. The young man needed some rest, but he simply couldn't. His boss was working him to the bone and he had to stay in shape to be able to carry his brother home from one of Gilbert's many drunken brawls. The German sighed and rubbed his temples, remembering the last fight. His brother was nearly sued for sexually harassing that Roderique chick(lol. I had to. I don't care if it's ). The Ludwig heard footsteps and whirled around just in enough time to see a figure clamp a hand over his mouth. Ludwig stopped, breathing, knowing that there probably was some form of toxin in the figure's hand. The German kicked out, getting the figure square in the stomach. The person backed up to recuperate, and Ludwig went to swing. Before he got a chance, however, he felt a sting in his back. He went down before he could see the second figure approach.
Okay, how was that? Good, bad, okay? R&R, please! Or I won't continue!
* North Dakota is near Canada. I'll explain why they live there later.
** I don't have a job. I don't own a restaurant. I don't care if the owner leaves earlier or not. In my story, the owner of the store left later because A) it's for the story and B) he had to stay behind to count all the day's makings and stuff. That is my logic.