My Darkest Days

Chapter 1

Hinata stirred as she began the process of coming into consciousness. Her head throbbed painfully, her body numb and unresponsive. She groaned loudly as she was forced back into reality, her brain slowly starting up, and her senses returning to her. Her pale eyes stung as she attempted to open them, as any source of light was unbearable to look at. She became aware of the cold, hard floor she lay upon as she rolled onto her side, placing her palm onto the ground. With great effort, she pushed herself up into a sitting position.

The dark haired teenager rubbed at her eyes, forcing them open. Her lavender orbs were dull and tired, and it took a few moments for her cloudy vision to clear.

"So, you're finally awake?" The deep male voice sent an involuntary shiver up her spine, and she jumped slightly at the sound. "You know, you're remarkably alert," He mused. "I had no choice but to put you out." Her head snapped in the direction of his voice, suddenly wide awake.

"W-What?" Her voice sounded harsh, as if this were the first time she had spoken after a long period of silence. He couldn't have been more than 20 years old. His hair was jet black, and his eyes a smoldering onyx. As he regarded her, a look of amusement crossed his defined features. He looked extremely familiar, but Hinata couldn't place him.

"Well, I kidnapped you." He said it as casually as if he might as well be asking for the correct time. She stared at him, wide eyed, sure she must have misunderstood. This had to be some kind of twisted joke.

"Yeah right. Did Ino put you up to this?" She stood defiantly. He, in turn, rose from his seated position, moving toward her. The bluette took a step back, suddenly frightened. There was something unsettling about this man that froze the blood in her veins. His expression had shifted from amused to serious in the space of a heartbeat. "You're not going anywhere." He was at least a head taller than her, and much more intimidating. With a chilling certainty, Hinata realized that this was no joke.

A hollow, window shattering scream, erupted throughout the room as the teenager clambered for the door. He was behind her, holding her in an instant, his hand clamped firmly over her mouth. "Just relax, Hinata. Everything is going to be okay." His words only elicited further panic, as she violently kicked and fought to free herself from his strong grasp. "If you don't stop, things are gonna have to get ugly." She slowly began to cease her erratic movement, as she realized she was fighting a losing battle.

The room was silent once more, and he leisurely withdrew his hold on her mouth, not easing his grip of her body. Once he was sure she wasn't going to bolt, he released her fully, spinning her around so that they faced each other.

She hadn't noticed she had been crying, until he reached for her face, gently wiping the moisture from her porcelain cheek. "How do you know my name?" She blurted, stepping back to create some distance between them. "I know everything about you, Hinata. I've been watching you for quite some time." He ran a hand through his long, dark hair. "I'm not going to hurt you, so there's really no need to run. Even if you did, you wouldn't get very far." His voice was casual once more, and he held a small smirk as he observed her.

Hinata was at a loss for words. She was obviously dealing with some sort of psychopath. Though he seemed much too normal to be a psychopath. Then again, what did she really know about psychopaths. Maybe he was the type that kept it cool, but could snap at any given moment and go on a murderous rampage.

She looked up at him. All she wanted was to get the hell away from him.

The action took place so fast, he just barely registered that it had happened. Her open palm crossed his face in a loud slap, and then she was gone. Grabbing the handle, she yanked the door open, stumbling into the hallway. The bluette took off in a random direction, her mid-back length curls swaying behind her. She wasted no time, running as if the flames of hell were at her heels.

As the hall was coming to an end, she could see the staircase in the distance. Suddenly, she was pulled back with a force so great she lost her balance and plunged for the floor. His hand gripped her hair like a leash, and she cried out in pain.

"In hindsight, I probably should've locked that door." He knelt down beside her, smiling. Within the few minutes she had known him, she knew that he was not as relaxed as his smile led her to believe. "I told you not to run. Come on, Hinata. Save us both the trouble." She was panting loudly as she glared at him, his grip on her hair not faltering.

"Are you gonna do as I say?" He was serious, she could feel it. As if a dark cloud had suddenly appeared above them. His eyes were intimidating….frightening. She nodded her head obediently, wincing at the strain put on her roots. He smirked, releasing her and standing. "So, are you hungry?" His nonchalant attitude irked her to no end, as if kidnapping teenage girls was a regular occurrence for him. She glowered up at him from her seated position with such intensity it seemed she were trying to set him alight with her eyes. "No, I'm not hungry." She spat, pulling herself up. "What I would like though, is to go home." She added angrily.

"Now Hinata," He laughed. "Why would I go through all the trouble of kidnapping you just to let you go?"

"What do you want then?" From her tone of voice, it was obvious she was unsure if she should be asking or not. After all, if he had sinister intentions, she didn't want to remind him about it.

"Well, I'm not quite sure yet." He seemed to be genuinely thinking about it. "I suppose we'll find out with time." He smirked, hands in his pockets. Hinata softly sighed in relief, somewhat sure that he did not intend on hurting her. But that did not mean it wasn't a possibility. He could come up with any number of malicious plans 'with time'. The teenager looked back at the staircase wistfully. She was so close. If she could just- "Don't bother." He spoke calmly, noting the direction of her gaze. He advanced toward her, holding his signature smirk. He proceeded to close the distance between them, pushing her hair back. For a split second, she feared he would kiss her. He was right by her ear, and her breath hitched in her throat. No one had ever been this close to her, especially not someone like him. Their position faintly reminded her of a child about to tell their friend a secret. But, she wanted him to get away from her. She tried to scream, but her voice died before it could leave her throat.

"If you try to run, I'll bring your friends here, and make you watch me kill them all."

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AN – Yes I know they're both OOC, but its for the sake of the story! So I hope you guys like it, and please review!