-A Different Kind of Fear –

By: Ariana Snicket

Rating: PG - PG-13

Disclaimer:

See chapter numero uno.

Summary:

Who knew Klaus was claustrophobic?

WARNINGS:

Angsty.

Additional Notes:

Thank you SO MUCH for all of the reviews. I really appreciate it; it's the most I've had in my entire lifetime. Well, in my entire writing lifetime, which is about 2 months. Yeeeeeah…

I'll hand you over to my good friend… –wipes mouth of existing drool- …Klaus. He'll be answering reviews and adding a little bit more info on stuff. Bye now! –runs away quickly, suddenly experiencing the strong urge to have a fangirl hissy fit-.

Uh… Is she gone? –looks around frantically- Oh. Good. Well, This is Klaus. Hello. I'll be answering your reviews today. Sunny will be biting the computer where I'm typing, so she'll leave a bit of a message now.

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-pulls Sunny off the computer keyboard-

Sorry about that. She likes reviewers. Anyway.

asoueaddicted- Thank you. Ariana says she'll have more angst in the upcoming chapters, and she hopes that makes you happy! –grin-

mIzXxXmALfoY- Ariana likes cheese? No wonder she… ah, nevermind. I'll give her the cheese you gave her, and we'll be a big, unhappy, dysfunctional family! Well, Ariana isn't related to me, and neither are you, but I suppose that's a good thing, right? –uncharacteristic wink-

MlynnBloom- Ariana thanks you. She says she'd like to shake your hand, because you write like a professional author. She says she loves your stories, and wonder if you agree that Klaus is one hot- HEY!

Anyway, yes, it did really feel like my eyes were sewn shut or something. And what's a POV? Never heard of them before…maybe it's this weird secret like V.F.D. Maybe like 'Possibly Overrated Victuals,' or something.

chexfan2000- Ariana says that she wrote the story before she put in the extra info, so it was sort of an accident. No Klauslet, don't worry. And- What? What in the name of Melville is KLAUSLET?

Ariana: Ummm…nevermind about that!

Klaus: …-hits head on keyboard repeatedly-

ChibiYugiYasha- Ariana says that she is very thankful that you liked the chapter, but she thinks she wrote it a bit too sappy. Oh well. And I'm your favorite character? In a book? What book? I'm not a character, I'm a person…

Ariana: Yeeeeah. Remind me to never let you go to a library anytime soon.

Klaus: WHAT?!

Ariana: -sigh-

Anyway, you probably want to hear more about my disgustingly painful situation, so, here you go.

Darkness.

Complete, utter darkness.

Klaus groaned as he felt the full weight of consciousness drop on him like a pair of thumbtack covered anvils. A couple of very heavy, thumbtack covered anvils, intent on crushing in his skull so that it would resemble thoroughly squashed skin-colored pumpkin later on. It was like his head had been ground up so completely that there was only a bit of brain left, and everything else was strewn across the floor in various heaps of flesh. Sort of like a bad headache, but much worse.

Strange.

He couldn't feel the rest of his body.

Very strange indeed.

Klaus dismissed it as shock. He'd read before that a person's body can go into a frozen sort of state called shock and in certain cases they don't know or can't feel it. He didn't doubt this was the case, as he'd just dropped 20 or so floors. Klaus knew it would wear off soon.

Wait- twenty floors!? It was a wonder he was alive.

Klaus tried to open his eyes, but they felt glued shut, or like a couple of well-trained few-ton circus elephants were sitting on them. He squeezed them to loosen then up, and noticed the absence of his glasses. He wrinkled his nose to make sure, hoping to feel the reassuring lenses pressing into the slide into place on the sides of the bridge of his nose. He felt noting. Missing.

Klaus sighed a sigh in defeat, a raspy breath of noise that issued through the space of his lips where they hadn't closed all the way. From what he could feel, they were chapped, maybe even split open. His upper lip seemed the worst, and there was this weird slippery feeling to it, like rubber in water. When he summoned the strength to run the very tip of his dried tongue over it, it stung a little, and had a coppery taste to it.

He stayed on the (what felt like) the stone floor, the coldness sort of seeping through his clothes and skin until it seemed he was cursed to sit in an ice-filled bathtub for the rest of his life. He was waiting for his eyelids to loosen up, because he wanted to look around before he made any move to get up, to see where he was going.

The glue that seemed to plaster his eyes shut crumbled a bit as he finally opened his eyes. Everything was dark, but not as much, because his pupils had gotten used to the inside of his eyelids. Everything was more of a dusty dark gray than black, and Klaus betted he could at least see his hand if he sat up. Wondering about the kind of shape he was in seemed the most urgent of hiss less-than-urgent troubles, so he craned his head forward.

And promptly dropped back on the floor.

It hurt. A lot.

"Aaaooooowww…" Klaus groaned, and was surprised his voice box hadn't burst with the effort. His throat, once dry with hoarseness, was coated in some kind of watery liquid, so that his groan came out more gargled than said.

Once again, he tried to raise his head, and succeeded, resting his chin on his chest, and his sore neck locked in position so it didn't get as sore as it already was. Since he couldn't feel his body past his neck, it was relatively easy to prop himself up with his elbows, and drag himself over to a wall, which was really close, only about a foot from his head. And that was when he got a good look at why his body was so numb.

It was still fuzzy to him, and he had to squint, because he didn't have his glasses, but it seemed to him that his legs were bent rather oddly. As his eyes adjusted, he only felt horror at what he saw, and it was very hard not to stop crying all over again.

One of his legs, the one which seemed bent very oddly, was broken. Although he couldn't feel it, he could see it.

Every.

Last.

Detail.

The sharp splintered bone jutting out from the skin and pant leg of his shin, a pale white dotted with red, the effect making it look like his shin was a straw which somebody had bent in half and had forgotten to bend back. Little spurts of blood were jerkily pouring from the wound, and Klaus could have sworn he was wearing red pants instead of beige ones. The flesh around the bone that spit his skin was an ugly dark blue and black, rotten and ugly looking. A strange sort of pus was oozing out of it, sliding down the side of his shin and onto the hard stone floor.

His other leg was a different story entirely.

There must have been some sort of nail on the wall of the elevator shaft, because it was apparent that something thing and sharp had made the huge jagged cut that tore all the way down Klaus's left leg, ending at a mangled foot that twisted entirely backwards. The cut was not so deep that he could see bone, but layers of raw muscle were peeling away from the cut, and, like his right leg, a thick sap was oozing out. The edges were jagged and uneven, and blood coated the wound like a loving blanket.

His disbelieving eyes turned to his torso and arms, which nothing seemed wrong with until he spotted his wrist, which was turned all the around so his thumb faced outwards, rather than inwards. His chest seemed fine, but Klaus had had enough.

"Oh." He said quietly, hoarsely. And then he threw up.

Authors Notes:

Sorry it's so short. Bad day at school. Therefore, I take it out on poor, poor Klaus… Man. –shudders- Wonder how he must be feeling right about now. Not to good… Anyway, SUPERHUGE thanks to reviews, you guys rule.