Chapter Four

Three weeks later found me sprawled on my bed on a lazy Saturday morning, staring at Hisoka. Again.

"Come on, Hisoka, come on."

"I wasn't seeing things, was I?"

"Please come out and tell me I wasn't seeing things when you saved me from a bunch of rapists."

"I'm sorry I just need to know that I'm not going mad."

"Hisoka?"

I squeezed my eyes shut. Yup. I was definitely going nuts. Talking to a stuffed toy. That is totally what a sane person would do. But then what happened? I most certainly did NOT imagine the disgusting men, holding me captive in a dark, dingy alley way. I shuddered. And somebody must have saved me. I shook my head. No, it couldn't have. H-Hisoka couldn't have... come to life. Yeah I know I've read enough fanfiction to see all these funny little scenarios where plushies come to life and save the flailing female OCs (Own/Original Characters) and they live happily ever after but that is just nonsense. I was probably delirious that night. Yes, that's probably it. I had to find my saviour and thank him. I owed him my life, if not for him, I would have been... Goosebumps appeared all over my skin and I shuddered again. Hisoka is just a fictional character. An anime character. I love him, but there is no way that he can actually come to life and save me or anything. That stuff only happens in fairy tales. And since when did a pedophilic, masochistic clown save anybody anyway? In an overwhelming wave of confusion and disappointment which came from where I knew not, I hurled the plushie into the opposite wall. It bounced off and landed in a dusty corner. Stupid brain. What was I thinking.

I lay back down on my bed, huffing loudly. Turning my head sideways, I caught a glimpse of my digital clock. 10.23 a.m. Ughh. But I don't wanna get up. I rolled back onto my front. I'm hungry, my stomach whined loudly. No I told it. I'm tired leave me alone. I closed my eyes. But I'm huuunnnggrrryyyyy My stomach churned stubbornly. Annoyed, I pushed myself off my bed and plodded downstairs. The dining room was empty and so was the kitchen. My parents were already out at work, like they usually were on Saturdays. I took a step onto the cool marble floor of the kitchen and began preparing some cereal for breakfast. I poured myself a bowl of cornflakes and thought, Since I'm up anyway, I'll just do some baking today while I'm at it. I set the bowl aside on the dining table before returning to the kitchen after retrieving a bag of all-purpose flour, a carton of milk, a bunch of bananas, some sugar and raisins. As I set about making the batter, I let my mind wander back to that horrific day once more.

The man's rancid breath on my shoulder, the cold barrel of the gun at my temple, the shock of... Him suddenly appearing there... But, it couldn't have been Hisoka. I've ruled it out. Right? No, no, no. There was no possible way that an anime character came to life! It just didn't happen! In the spur of the moment, my arm accidentally knocked a bowl of water off the counter and onto the marble floor. I picked up the bowl and looked around for a towel, but there was none readily available. I sighed. I'd just have to be careful until I cleaned it up. I poured the batter into the muffin molds and placed them in the oven carefully and took note of the time. 10.44 a.m. The muffins would be ready in half an hour. I retrieved my bowl of cereal and went back to the dining room to eat. Beside the dining table, there was a tall bookshelf filled with novels. I selected an old-looking novel from the array of collections, its leather binding fading slightly. It was one of my favourites, The Whispering Willow. I turned the page and began to read.

I didn't know how long I had been reading, lost in another world of fantasy and wonder. I only knew that at some point, I had begun to smell something foul and burning. I wrinkled my nose, turning the crinkly pages. What was that smell? Suddenly, I remembered. I glanced at the clock. 11.51 a.m.

I hurriedly set the book down and dashed into the kitchen. In my haste, I forgot about the spilt water and because of the speed that I was running at, I slipped and there was a fleeting moment when I was almost floating in the air, parallel to the ground below me. And then I slammed, bottom first, onto the cold, marble floor. Everything was happening in slow motion. I felt a sharp pain shoot through my lower back, but before I had any time to cry out, my head banged against something hard and sharp. The pain in the back of my head was excruciating and I gave a cried out. I felt slightly dizzy and light-headed from the fall, the stench of burning food made it even worse. I tried to get up, but when I tried to sit, the sharp pain in my back heightened to a piercing sting and I cringed, and was forced to lie still. My head was throbbing horribly and I could feel the rush of blood in my ears. Something wet was trickling down my neck and I gingerly reached up to touch my fingertips to the back of my head. I raised my hand in front of my eyes and saw a deep red stain on my fingers. Is that... My blood?

I instantly felt a whole lot worse, and my vision blurred. Dammit... I thought, my brain groggy. The oven is going to be damaged, Father will be so angry... I can't... My head begun to spin. Black dots appeared in front of my eyes and I tried blinking them away.

Vaguely, I saw a tall figure move to stand in the doorway. My heart begun to pound furiously against my ribcage and my whole body went cold. Nobody else is home. There shouldn't be anyone here! Am I hallucinating?! The figure moved closer to me and my heart raced even faster. Shit no, who is this person?! I have to get up! I inched away from the figure, and winced. My tailbone and lower back hurt and my head was still throbbing, but there was immediate danger here and I had to do something! My legs felt something solid and I inched my back upwards so I could press my back against the wall. I tried to focus on the figure. It was tall, and as far as my eyes could make out, quite muscular. My head started to pound and I looked away.

"Who are you?! Stay away!" My voice was hoarse with fear and I coughed, and tried again. "Don't come any closer!" I held my left hand out in front of me, my right arm supporting my back. I heard the figure chuckle. It was a male. Great. Why was it that recently there are more instances of men who are after my blood?

The man moved closer and he reached out to touch me. I shrieked tried to hit his arm away, but he grabbed my arm instead. "L-let me g-go," My lips were trembling in utter terror. "N-n-now."

The man bent down and pulled me forwards, such that I slumped towards him, my head on his shoulder. The man chuckled again. He put one arm on my back, and slid another under my knees and then lifted me up as he stood. Perfect. Now he's going to take me to some creepy place and kill me. Oh shit. Shitshitshitshitno I ain't gonna let this happen again bloody hell. With all the remaining strength I could muster, I clenched my hands into fists and hammered the stranger's back with them, kicking and struggling against his grip. "Put, me, down, right, n-now!"

"Is this what I get after being thrown into a dusty corner of your room? My, my, you have some manners to learn, young Sienna."

I froze. What- what did he just say? His voice, no, it couldn't be. No. WAY.

Right before I lost consciousness and slumped into the man's arms, I looked up, straight into his piercing yellow green eyes.

A/N: Hello Readers! I don't think I've introduced myself, I'm Xae and thanks for reading! I'm sorry it took so long :'D But here is Chapter Four! Next Chapter coming soon (I hope :P) Until then,

~ Xae :P