Kurt's P.O.V
I had figured it out, every 10 minutes another hostage would be killed.
He had just killed Sydney. I didn't know her but she was very strong willed from what I just saw. She sported dirt brown hair and a dark chocolate skin tone. She was slim and I would guess well respected.
"You." We all looked up scared to who he was pointing to, there were 5 of us left. He was pointing to a man. Older than I but not necessarily old. "Name." He asks.
The man stays quiet and our holder laughs while shrugging. "When you die, you don't want people to know who you are?"
"Mark." He whispers.
"Good." He pauses. "Smile, no reason to be scared.
"I just want to go home to my wife."
"I wish I could grant that wish, I really do."
"What the hell is your problem anyway." Mark's teeth gritted, and you could feel his anger.
Without thinking I stand. "I volunteer to go next." I knew what it was like being in love, and lord knows all I wanted was to be wrapped in those familiar arms again. However, I knew Sebastian would have done something this courageous and stupid, when I do die; which I will, I would want him to be proud.
He drops his gaze from mark and was now fully aware of my presence. "What would you name be?"
"Kurt. Kurt Hummel-Smythe"
He smiles crookedly. "Not yet, but your time will come." Without leaving my gaze the gun was pointed to Mark and triggered. Mark falls to the ground, yet the room's attention is on me.
What the devil made me so special?
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