I know there are a million and a half Ariadne/Arthur stories, but how about one more. After watching the movie (and reading way too many stories) I had to write my own. This chapter is fairly short, but they should get longer as I go. Enjoy!

I don't own this...

Nightmare Realism

Ariadne is attacked in her apartment and kidnapped. Who searches for her and rescues her from these unknown assailants?

Early Morning Kidnapping

Ariadne replayed that horrible night in her head again.

She had woken up every hour that night and at two she was finally getting up to go to the kitchen to get some food before trying to go back to sleep. If she was lucky, she would be able to get four hours of sleep before her classes in the morning. She pulled her slippers on and shuffled sleepily to the kitchen of her apartment. Ariadne put some bread in the toaster and pulled out some butter before going back towards her bedroom to get her bathrobe. It was then that everything went wrong.

She heard some scratching outside her door that led to the hallway. She crept to her door and peaked out the peep hole. She nearly screamed in surprise at what she saw. Three large men all dressed in black were crouched outside her door and appeared to be picking the lock. She scrambled as silently as she could back to her bedroom. She grabbed her totem quickly and tipped it over. This was definitely reality. She slipped it in her pocket and then snatched her phone off the bedside table. Knowing she wouldn't have time to call anyone, she pulled up a text message and started typing as fast as she could. She had barely written anything though when she heard the door crack open. She hit send and started looking for anything heavy. She unplugged her lamp and crept behind her bedroom door and waited.

She could hear their voices saying something quietly, but it wasn't English so she had no idea what they were saying. They knew she was awake though. She had left the lights in the kitchen on and she cringed when she heard her toast pop up. She heard them spread out all over her apartment. Two of them went to her workroom and she could tell they were searching through her papers. They had probably found her maps of different worlds by now. The last man went to her bedroom.

As soon as his head appeared through the doorway, Ariadne swung her lamp at his head. He yelled in surprise and stumbled back a few feet, but wasn't knocked unconscious, much to Ariadne's dismay. The other men came running from their search to their friend's aid, and she was quickly outnumbered. The largest of the men hit her across the face, sending her tumbling to the ground. The man that she had hit had recovered by now and kicked her in the ribs. Pain flared through her and she figured that at least one of them was broken. The world was spinning and she couldn't come up with any lucid thoughts. Finally, one of the men, she never did figure out who, hit her in the head again, effectively knocking her unconscious.

As they carried her out the room, no one noticed the phone lying near the foot of the bed. On its screen it read: Message sent to: Arthur.

Oh no! Poor Ariadne!