In the dead of the night, there was no sound. I woke up without any particular feeling, not even a headache. Even though I didn't remember at first, then it all become clear.

In the second when my last memory finished playing into my mind, I opened my eyes.

To stare into it, and to have it staring back at me.

Chapter 2: Black

"Who are you?"

I asked, but without knowing the reason why, my voice was low, I was whispering my question without even having him to tell me not to talk too loud. As if he already did without using words.

The room is covered in darkness, though there is just one window very far behind him, closed. Outside's already dark, as it is in this room, I can see the full moon glowing on the clear night sky.

In front of me, stays a man, with black hair which is as black as the darkness, its long hairs which are directed to the back, standing up, seem like they are endless, one with the darkness.

In contrast with its white skin, flawless and just putting in evidence his also black eyes. Those seem to have no end. His eyes scare me the most, having a hidden pleasure behind its structure which seems to have no crack, no entrance, but still…I can see his is not afraid but content, amused, and alive.

"Who are you!" I asked again, this time with my voice a bit louder, almost yelling, but his slim white hand has covered my lips without any hesitance.

It was then when I realized that I'm tied, my hands and my legs, staying on the ground with the incapacity to move. And again, then I saw the white blindfold which was in his other hand, which has probably been on my mouth or eyes, but he took it off.

I stared at him, wondering, curious, confused and suddenly, a bit scared:
'You're the one who has kidnaped me? But no…The hippie guy, he was the one, but then why won't you answer?'

But I remained silent, despite my thoughts and many other confused feelings that attacked me, merciless.

With one hand still on my mouth, he brought up his other hand in which still has the white small blindfold, putting one slim finger on his thin lips, indicating that I have to be silent.

From where he holds it, I can see blood on the white surface, probably from a wound from his hand.

"Shh…" He whispered, and I just nodded my head, accepting his conditions, having no other option after all.

Just then, he took his hand off of my mouth, and off of his thin lips, he bowed slightly towards me on the ground, as he is on the same level as me to untie my hands and legs.

I could feel his breath on my neck and it feels as if he is embracing me, but I ignored the unfitting thought while just then, having at nothing or no one to stare at, but the dark place which surrounds us, just then, I realized where I am.

It isn't a house or a garage, but a huge room with dirty walls creating a square, with a few ropes here and there, dust and darkness. Though, the only light which lets me see anything is the moon which also offers me a limited view of the room.

Also, with the knowledge of the totally unknown place, another idea hit me like a bullet: 'I've been kidnaped'.

Somehow, the fact that I've been absolutely unconscious until now felt like bliss because I knew nothing about where, how or whom but more importantly, why.

"Get up."

He whispered into my ear and without knowing why, I obeyed him. With my hands still tied, but with my legs free. I stared at the stranger who was still embracing me, with his hands on the ties of my own hands.

As if deciding if he should take them off or not, he moved his head to the left and I turned my head to the right, looking at him, trying to make him change his mind to completely untie me.

"I won't run away." I whispered to him, my last resource to convince him, while he also whispered back at me:
"Make me trust you." He said, and I immediately opened my mouth to retort, but I didn't have the time at all.

"Hey! You two! Don't move!"

The door was opened with great force, I even think it fell off, while a man stood at the entrance, and just then, at his feet, I could see another man, on the ground, probably wounded or dead.

'The blood from the blindfold wasn't his.' I thought quickly while I was pushed down. After two seconds, someone was shooting, the sound was at least disturbing, and however I couldn't shake the feeling that I've been one step away from my own death.

"So much for working in silence." I heard him mumbling, and as I still stood on the ground with my hands tied, I watched.

The armed man's been quickly sent flying by just a kick of his leg, hitting his head with one of the walls, his weapon now in the black haired man's possession, still, I had no idea how it arrived into his hands. And suddenly I didn't felt fear for the ones that had kidnapped me, but for the one who was trying to rescue me.

"Who the hell are you!" I asked him once again, this time waiting for an answer, begging it while I almost yelled at him, as he helped me to get up from the ground, unable to do that myself with my hands still tied very tight. He didn't answer, but I heard gunshots and footsteps again, near to where we were, but outside the room, almost at the door.

"We'll get to that part." He said quickly, as he pointed the gun to the door and with the other hand he is holding me by the ties of my hands, controlling me with them.

"Don't move." He said to me, firm and clear as he pushed me behind him. And so I stood wide eyed at every movement that was made, though, the first man to enter was the first one to get shoot instantly by his already pointed gun straight in the head of the man. He fell down, motionless.

I stared at the one who should be my savior, amazed by his braveness, power and skillfulness but in the same times, I was terrified by him, not knowing what to expect. I am watching a graceful killer, with cold eyes, as if he is an angel of darkness.

I couldn't speak, I couldn't even think. I didn't know what was happening, but as he stood there, concentrated with his gun still pointed at the door, I knew that he has all the answers that I needed, however, as if hearing my thoughts and sensing my feelings, after the third man falling dead in front of my very eyes, with the white blindfold that has been in his hands for this entire time, which was folded somehow to his own hand, he again tied it to my eyes again.

I didn't complain at all when he tied it around my head, his eyes never leaving mine when he did so, but also not betraying any feeling or thought, and after he finished, I saw only black.

Though, I could still hear the gunshots, the yelling, and the footsteps that drew closer and closer, though, he never moved from that place or moved me; one of his hands was on my shoulder as I stood there, so very close to him, a little behind him.

He was assuring me of his presence, of his safety and also of my captivity, but above them all, assuring me that he is alive.

After too many minutes, and after too many bullets, the blindfold was taken off. My eyes that have gotten too accustomed to the darkness that the blindfold has provided refused to meet the little bit lighter darkness, but even so, I lifted my eyelids up once again just to stare at expressionless black eyes which stared back at me.

"We have to run." He said, but he didn't wait for me to say anything, he just dragged me along with him, while I tried hard not to look on the floor, however, I felt something under my feet and I unconsciously stared down, like any normal person would do, but no normal person would've expected to see someone's bloody face under its foot.

"God!" I yelled just to have his hand on my face again, but this time, on my eyes.

"You have to get used to it." He whispered in my ear, firm and cold, even though I knew that he is right, I couldn't but feel completely outraged by his cruel personality.

"Who the hell can get used with this?" I asked and he just spoke into my ear again, with the same calmness as before.

"It's whether their dead body or yours." He said as if he has recited that line, as if saying good morning, and that's when I wondered why I felt like this isn't the first time he had said that, then I suddenly asked myself why, why I asked who he was rather than asked why he was saving me.

'We'll get to that part, he said.' I just decided to trust his words and direction, or at least for now, I'll trust him, let him do whatever he must do, without complaining, without looking and without feeling. And just like that, I nodded my head once more time, and he took his hand off of my eyes.

He dragged me after him while I tried to walk at his fast pace, and soon enough I realized that around us, there were many other rooms drowned in darkness, like the ones that we just got out of. With one door, and with just one window.

The ground has no grass, and the sky has no stars, while the moon is still up, wide eyed as if she is a witness to what happens tonight. Though, I am not so sure what have happened, not sure what will happen from now on, where I am or where I am going, and not sure of the reason why I am here from the first place.

'Not sure why I agreed to come to this city.'

I thought as we have crept stealthily. Not making any noise, behind the walls, or onto the ground. Walking along with the shadows, escaping from what? From whom? I don't know.

Soon enough we were closing the gate of a fence that seemed high and wide enough for me, therefore, I couldn't see where it started or where it ended. We ran to a car that seemed like it was waiting for our arrival. And as we departed from that domed place, I stood on one not too comfortable couch of the car, with my hands still tied.

The man driving was smoking and staring at us through the car's mirror, while he drove us, as I wished, to safety, has started to talk to him: "Any wounds?"

However, the black haired man already looked me up and down as if checking me, and just then I realized that he asked me, not him, still, when he finished inspecting, I stared into black eyes to have them staring back at me.

"No." He answered and somehow, I realized that I didn't know if I had any wounds, didn't' know anything at all.

But there were just two things I was sure of:

The first one: 'I don't know where I am, where I've been or where I am going.'

And the second one is: 'I will find out.'

To be continued…

AN: Hope you liked the second chapter of Underwater; it will be a long way to go.

But I have something important in this AN, I'm searching for a Beta, because I don't know if it's that obvious or not, English is not my first language and I want my readers to understand my story, not to be bothered by my mistakes.

So, I'll wait patiently for anyone who is willing to Beta, this story in principal, it's my only story and it's a very long way to go with it so I don't think I'll start another one anytime soon.

I'm looking for someone who is good with grammatical mistakes, spelling is just sometimes when probably I didn't see it, or with ideas if I get stuck or something, someone who knows how to put the characters personality in evidence.

It's a yaoi story, a bit of action here and there, also drama, but I really need for you to have good jokes, I am not so good at them, so if you have a good sense of humor or a black one, that's just a big plus.

So, basically, I'll wait patiently, thank you very much for reading.