Kluke had fainted in front of Lieutenant Andropov and his armed men, What became of our heroin?

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My body felt heavy as I lay, an anxious curve waved my core, had I passed? Unsure I still needed more time, I still needed to shake this unready to wake feeling from my brain. It was black, had it been night? Or was this the darkness of ever after?

The sting of my arm dragged me back in, as I panted out a gasp I'd been holding deep in my lungs. My mouth a disgusting dryness, that made my teeth ache. I tried to open my eyes, but it was only black. Had I opened them already before? Or could I no longer see? Without the strength to fight, my body settled once more, my back was pressed into something soft. It had only been a little over a month, but I knew this feeling. A bed. Not the metal cots of the cramped bunker, this was a bed, the sheets so silky that I stuck to them, my head was on a pillow. It was more of a cloud, something I saw so far out of reach in the sky, so long ago.

I don't know if I had fallen back asleep, or if I had even awoken to begin with, but the lids of my eyes where no longer a night, but the sun was over them, that reddish orange hue, when the morning sunlight hits you over your face, when all you do is wish to rest just a little longer. The pain in my arm had returned, my hands felt dry and tender as I clenched the silken sheets. Finally I opened my eyes, just a slit at first, as the light burned against them. Again I tried, and once more. Until a blur of a canopy came into view. Blinking as much as I could, I tried to regain a proper sight. I tried to sit up, but my body was still, and so very sore. With a grunt I fought against my own weight and lurch myself forward, leaning to the side bracing myself on my hands. I was connected to an I.V. .Had I been saved? No I looked around as I gained my bearings.

I was on a bed of sorts, much larger than one I even had at home, it had long deep brown wooden support beams, that hovered over in a canopy. The sheets over me were a silken blue, they felt light as they slid down and pooled elegantly with the weight of the world. Turning to look around, the room I was in was illuminated from a large window, that burned my eyes. It was a bedroom of sorts, the walls were sheet metal, but had been painted an off white of sorts, with a blue undertone. It was decorated in a more elegant upscale way, lace tablecloths over dressers and a desk, the side wall was only a large stressed bookshelf, full of all sorts of literature.

I rubbed my eye and turned, the room was longer than it was wide, to the right it led off to a bathroom maybe? When then I noticed the door shut, with light shining out from underneath it. It must have just been only morning, as the room didn't have lights turned on. Only illuminated by the morning glow. Kluke's chest tightened as her hearing locked on to the sound of water running, that hissing noise. Was someone bathing in there? A flash of panic as she tried to get out of the bed. Her body moved far too quick for someone in that state, she saw twinkles and fell backwards as her visioned dimmed in and out. With her back on the bed and her feet on the ground. She exhaled. Calm down. With a breath, she slid forward onto her knees, hands planted on a small fluffy rug. Looking around from her new angle. She could tell she was still on the aircraft, the faint whistling of an engine could be heard. She noticed the reading desk had some over burned candles and stacks of paper. Tilting her head she saw the black ceiling of bolted together metal, but strangely a chandelier, a prism of blue quartz and stones draped in strings, like small snowflakes in a dark sky. Her head found itself rested into the side of the mattress, her auburn locks pooling at the base of her neck. Who's room is this? And why am I here?

That's right, I had fainted! I got the children away, that's all that mattered. My arm stung again but not the one I was shot in, no it was the other hand. I looked to see blood pooling out of my hand, the I.V. had been yanked out when I fell. The blood was warm as it dripped down my fingers. I loomed on it for a moment as I noticed something was different, something changed. The sound of water stopped! My skin crawled as I hear the latch of the metal door behind me click. Propping my arm on the side of the bed I turned over. The shift in motion reopening the graze I had endured earlier, but I ignored it as the bandied on my arm bloomed with red.

The door had opened and steam had bellowed out, I felt the temperature change as the gust of warm air pooled out. Kluke could only hold her breath as she glared ahead, eyes picking apart the man in front of her. She had seen him before, before she blacked out.

Ahead of her stood the tall young man, his blue locks she remembered flying in all directions, were weighted down in a mop of a wet strands. His sky blue bangs over his eyes clung to his face in threads. His jaw looked strong but yet his face still had a boyish charm to it, a terry cloth, fluffy towel draped over his strong neck as he used his free hand to dry the side of his face. She noticed he was only in a midnight blue of sorts bathrobe. It was barely kept together by the sash, just covering his nether regions, leaving most of his sculpted hairless upper torso exposed. A small drop of water fell from the centre of his pecks down. With his exposed leg he took a step out. Kluke swallowed as those bottomless pools of baby blues opened, first the stared ahead at nothing but then, his eyebrows curved as he made eye contact with her viridian's.

His face was rather blank as he blinked once or twice at her, most of her body was hidden from view. Blocked by the bedside, but he studied her glare. Her eyebrows pressed down deep, with tight lips she had a frown on her delicate face. Her one arm was propped on the bed as she was turned 75 degrees to face him. He noticed she a reopened her wound.

He let out a sigh and started to march towards her, she was quick to panic and tried to jolt upwards, but her body yelped in pain as she fell back and rested her weight on a small nightstand behind her, it rocked back and clunked against the metal wall with impact. A strip line of blood drops stained the carpet beneath her toes, she tried to firm herself, whipping forward she made eye contact once again with the blue eyed man.

He had closed their distance, stepping into her vicinity, he outstretched his palm smacking in on the wall behind her, trapping her in a cage, his robe hung open, showing a shameless amount of his firm upper body. Kluke turned her head away, bashfully but also, not able to lock eyes with this man. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. Her skin tried to crawl away as he gave a dark chuckle. She tried not to heave with her gasping pants as her pulse quickened.

He leaned in close to her ear, his lips danced just a mere kiss away. Her shoulders shuddered as he whispered.

"The men thought you someone of an assassin, but it seems you're more of a damsel."

She pushed him back in anger, she felt sick from his intoxicating words. He hummed and leaned back slightly his hand falling from the wall to just beside her hips, on the small brandy stained night stand. Kluke wasn't sure if it was because she had been insulted or just needed him away from her ear, but she mustered some sort of attack. This only amused him.

"Plucky are we?" he teased, his voice a short grit of youth, that rattled in his throat. Kluke's knees gave a buckle as her left arm began the stream a river of crimson down her hand. The man tilted his head and growled at the sight.

"I'd only just patched you up a few hours ago, I assumed you'd sleep much longer." He sighed.

"Who-" her voice cracked, the first words she had spoken in a while, he turned his sharp eyes to look back at her heavy gaze. "Who are you?" she exhaled. Her mouth so dry it tasted gross to speak.

With is free hand he brought it to his bang, flicking it ever so slightly.

"Lieutenant Sergei Andropov, recon specialist and tactical expert of General Logi's Independent Flying Squadron." He rebuked, a small twinkle of pride in his eyes.

"And you're Kluke, right?"

"How do you know my name?!" She hissed at him. Her eyebrows scrunched in anger, as the cuts on her cheeks burned bright red.

"I uh I, I'm," he fumbled on his words for a moment as the smallest flush of embarrassment burned on his cheeks. "I just said I specialized in recon, so of course i'd know your name." he trailed off looking away a bit as he scratched his cheek.

What the hell is with this psycho?! Kluke thought to herself

Andropov regained his composure and stood up straight, looking down at Kluke, Her arms were shaking still trying to push him away. How weak. He noticed her white shirt and pants were worn and dirty, she looked rather dishevelled and unkempt, displeased he grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him. Kluke yelped as she braced her forearm against his chest trying to keep him away. She grit her teeth, His hand was hot, scorching on her small wrist.

"If you're going to be with me for the time being you're going to have to have clean up." He declared, his words sent a chill down her spine. The thoughts of the baths she had endured here where anything less than plesuable, she started to squirm.

"Relax I'm not gonna watch. Or rather I won't wash you myself if you behave." He exclaimed.

Kluke began to lurch away roughly, his eyebrows sunk as he twisted her arm around, making her wince.

"God did you yank your I.V. out?" He sighed. Holding her frail wrist up above her head now, she angrily pushed at his bare chest, his skin warm and firm on her palm, the muscle tensed at her touch. He grabbed her hands and gathered her wrists into one large vice, stringing them above her head.

Blood dripped down into her underarms as she felt he might lift her off her toes. She glared at him while she struggled. He had this aggravating unimpressed look on his mug. She gritted her teeth as she sneered.

He only let out a huff. "Only a few hours ago you seemed ready to die, now you're struggling so much. Its almost cute, but let's go, my threat stands you wash yourself or, I wash you. And I'm not that gentle" Lifting her onto her tiptoes she yelped.

"But I can be." he chuckled. Kluke was at her losses, he was so much stronger than her, she felt dizzy and tired.

She danced on the top of her toes as she tried to jerk free. As she felt a rip on her arm making her sob out. She began to pant.

"Let me the hell go you monster!" She cried out as she flailed. Attempting to kick him, he grabbed her leg with his free hand. He then sneered down at her, his face was scary, like a beast or a wolf, it made her blood run cold.

"Enough!" He yelled, Klukes eyes instantly filled with tears.

Andropov's eyebrows dropped, he felt like the stray kitten he found only hissed and tried to bite him. He then yanked her upwards off the ground, pulling the muscle in her injured arm making her scream. Kluke bit hard on her lip as she tried to stifle herself. But the pain made Kluke subdue, as a sweat fell from her brow. She panted as she turned to look in his eyes. His lips were pressed as he seemed to be pondering.

"What." She hissed at him, her voice cracked heavily as she tried not to cry. the left side of her body was slowly being painted red as blood ran down her arm. Gently placing her back on the pads of her feet her knees buckled as she threatened to topple over.

"Oh jeez!" he exclaimed freeing a hand and placing it on her shoulder holding her upright. The cloth felt cheep and gritty under his clean palm, Kluke felt the warmth radiate on her cold skin, it was almost soothing.

"Stop resisting, and follow me for fucks sakes." he grumbled at her, he brought his hand off her bleeding wrist and put under her chin, smearing the blood on his hands on her. Tilting her face up to meet the lakes in his eyes. Her eyes wide as her lashed fluttered. He watched her jaw clench as her posture fell, wordlessly giving in. Kluke swallowed the lump in her throat. She knew she couldn't match his strength in her state. And withered at the idea of him forcing her to undress.

She almost bounced as he took her small hand in his and led her to the bathroom.

She trembled in his grasp, but his grip was gentle, like how she would lead Marie and Romu up the stairs to bed. Her eyes fell half lidded as her eyebrows arched, Her heart ached. Had her precious children landed? Were they safe? To have to leave them alone in that pod, they must have been so frightened... She sighed in a feathery breath as she stumbled behind her captor.

They walked into the bathroom, the air was still warm from its previous activities. It was a pale orange tiled room, a small sink with cabinets underneath it, on the dip of the wall an expensive looking mirror hung, fogged still from leftover condensation. Ahead was a standing shower, it had sliding glass doors, that had a white tint like frost on them. A small white rug stood at the door entrance, and a creamed small backless plush like bench, with some towels of various colours were draped across it. It smelled clean, though no windows it had an ambient clear light from above.

She jumped at a hand on the small of her back making her shimmy away. She turned with her free hand clutched on her chest.

"There's an array of cleaning scrubs, creme rinses and other junk in there. There's a washcloth on that pile." he said pointing behind me but i didn't turn to look. "I'll give you 10 minutes. I'm going to sit here on the toilet. I can't see anything from the wall covering it. If I think you're up to something i'll join you in there. Understand?" he said, a tone almost hushed near the end.

I could only nod, I felt a tear fall from my eye, hot as it streaked falling as quickly as it came. The man, Andropov only seemed to grumble at this. I cursed myself for my weakness and turned away, he let go of my hand as I took a step back.

He took a slow step back himself, masked with that cocky grin again. And plopped a seat on the toilet lid.

"Go on." He chuckled shoeing me with his hand. I frowned as I turned away.

Standing in front of the shower, I pulled off my shirt, with a grunt. it was stiff and unpleasant, I rubbed my shoulder. Tender still, I decided to take off the bandaid, now red with blood. it was hard to inspect but it seemed to not be as bad as it felt. My clothes pooled the base of my feet. Now topless I turned slightly to see if he was watching me before I removed my pants. Only his legs popped out from the side of the wall long and outstretched, his robe barely covering his shame.

"Times ticking." he called out, echoing in the enclosed space, making me jolt. My heart racing I grabbed a small towel and slid the door open.

During our time here, we were bathed. We stood in front of a grey cement wall. In just our undergarments I, no we were degraded as a pressurized hose sprayed us from behind, cold water blasted into your body as the freezing cold ripped air from your lungs. All you could do was gasp as your hands planted in front of you.

This shower was clean, the floor slightly slippery still, my toes flinching on the chilled ceramic. I looked up, it was a round shower head with tons of small holes. Ahead was a small handled nob, one side red, one blue. Nothing like the bath at my place, the home was small, the main floor had been turned into a ward. I had shared a room with my parents. But it was just me in it now. Or so it was.

"Tick tick tick" He laughed making me turn the metallic knob water to the red, trying to drown out his pestering voice. The tap only rumbled for a moment as warm water flushed down around me. Her skin sang in the heat, red ink pooled at the base of her feet along with grit. Her mind fades out for only a moment as a foggy illusion filled her in a steamy breath. Calming, and so warm. She sighed, though so peaceful she grips her mind. She ran her hands down her cold sides trying to bring some warmth to them, she felt so thin. She had always been a petite girl, but the month had left her so frail. Her lips part as she inhales deeply, steam filling the room.

"I read your file." Andropov began pulling her back into reality. "It said your some kind of doctor or practitioner of medicine."

She stared ahead, and sighed once again.

"Yes, I was with the children when we were kidnapped. I was in my uniform so they figured it be easier to just take me too. Or so that man told me." I spoke, drops of water falling into my open mouth, hydrating me ever so.

I closed my eyes. My poor children.

"Who?" He asked out again.

"Lumiere." I hissed scrunching my face.

"I found it rather odd that he had brought you but never put you to work. I read your file and updates. You where a cleaner."

Opening my eyes, and I thought of my parents, who had also left for work. But they were taken by the war as well.

"I only saw him that one day. Not much time had passed before they had decided to-" She cut off her words.

"Decided to what." He continued.

"Put us to work." she bit her cheek trying not to tremble on her words. That work, rocking those small children till their bones, till they faded to nothing. Until they died. A pause came by as she waited for him to mention the passing of time but he didn't.

"Have you used any of the bath washes yet?" He then asked making her yip out.

Andropov chuckled at her amusing sounds. He didn't say but 10 minutes had almost came too. But she's being good so she can have a few more.

He listened to the pop of the bottle lid and smiled to himself. It gave him a pleasing feeling that she was using his stuff.

Kluke sniffed the pinkish peach coloured bottle, a perfume of fruits and creams washed over her senses in a fragrance she had never encountered. It was comforting and summer like, it threatened to bring a smile just from its notions. She pooled some onto her hand and moved it through her locks, it bubbled and lathered as thick clouds dripped down her body and arms. It stung on her raw palms. After a moment her arms felt too tired and she dropped them, rinsing the foam from her head. She shuddered again. Tilting her head out of the water she felt eager to try other things.

She lifted a green bottle and tried to read the label.

"Abatement creme." She read out.

"It's conditioner or creme rinse, it's good for your hair, use some."

"Ah okay." she mumbled, pooling a glob into her palm, it was thick and creamy, she gave it a sniff. It smelled cool and almost like cucumbers? It was much thicker and less runny than the other bottle. She moved it to the base of her head, it felt thick and didn't lather like the other, it was hard to spread, so she pooled some more and ran it through her hair. Like a strange magic it untangled her tresses of autumn through her nimble fingers. Although if felt heavy on her head it was wonderful.

"Don't wash it out yet." Andropov called out again. "Now on the bottom of that bottle rack there's a thin blue bottle, it's to wash your body with, like a soap." he continued.

Kluke was rather compliant at this point, the warm water had soothed her thudding heart in a warmth she had forgotten. Reaching down she thought she might fall for a second but grabbed the hand of the metal knob.

Standing back up bottle in hand she felt eager to smell it. Although a sea blue in colour it smelled masculine, and earthy. Like the spice of cinnamon and a strap of leather. Like how he smelled when he trapped her in his proximity. Letting a breath out she pooled into into the small cloth. And began to lather the grit and blood away.

Andropov stirred for a moment on his porcelain throne. He could hear the thick lather splatting on the ceramic floor of the shower. He thought about the cloth running up and around her petite figure, leaving streams of slippery suds across her gaunt collar bone, and how it would oh so drip down to her navel.

"Okay times almost up there." he cautioned trying to change the subject. Kluke rinsed herself clean of her creams and suds. She breathed the steam one more time before turning the nozzle to the centre. Till all the water stopped pouring, till a single cold drip tapped down from above.

The air was hot on her glossy skin, her shoulders red from the abrasive heat. She felt exposed as she new she would be expected to exit.

"Come on out I'm not looking!" He called, his voice now louder and clear again.

With a shaky hand she opened the door as cool air rushed and filled the glass cage. She reached and grabbed one of the thick heavy towels and fastened it around her body from chest down to her knees.

Stepping onto her old clothes she knelt down to pick them back up. She looked up to see that Andropov was still sitting there now with his legs crossed. That bathrobe hanging loosely over his thighs.

"Um." Kluke mumbled.

"All done?" he asked out turning his head passed the gab, she bashfully turned her head and covered her face with her old garments.

"Okay no, don't pick that up with your clean hands." he said getting up, marching heavily towards her.

She yipped a bit stepping back in caution.

"Drop them." He ordered. Her hands quaked at demands as she slowly released them, as they fell soundlessly to her feet, she placed her hands over her chest.

He looked down at her, lush locks thick and thin caped over her damp shoulders, bangs pooled more on the side of her face, as she tucked in the other side behind her ear. Water glistened on her cheeks as her plump lips were slightly parted. Flush was across her cheeks as her olive eyes avoided me. I found it cute how my thick towel was so large on her small frame. I felt an ache in my chest as my hands ached to touch her warm skin.

"I have clothing prepared for you." his voice a hush as his words were pulled from deep in his chest, his strong exposed upper body at that. Kluke buckled at the tone he huffed out.

"Come now." His voice just above a rough whisper.

She followed behind him steps small, she was tired, her body warm and tender wished to lay in those silken sheets once more. The room was much colder now as she stepped into it, making her physically shudder.

Her actions caught his attention as he thought of throwing his house coat over her, but that might create a new problem he didn't feel like dealing with at the time and moment.

He walked up to the dresser and opened the deeply stained wooden door, he rummaged and lifted out a blue garment. This is a nurse uniform, change into it. He said handing it to me.

I walked over to him and took it in both hands. Why is he doing this? Kluke asked herself. The cloth was soft, a pale blue, like the scarf he had been wearing. Blue like the base of a cloud. It felt soft on her burning palms. She wanted to take in such kindness but new there had to be a catch.

"Get dressed, I'll turn around. But don't watch me get changed, okay?" He purred at her, a little excited at the idea of her trying to get a peak. But he was already showing so much of his own skin. With a yip like a puppy she spun on her heal the other way.

"Can, I get dress in the bathroom?" She mumbled shuffling in place.

"Hmm." he hummed. Taking a step behind her he scooped an arm around her thin tummy, making her yelp as she turned into his chest. He seemed to have a habit of taking himself under her chin, as he did with his two fingers. She flushed as she was forced to look back into his playful eyes.

"As long as you promise to be good." He breathed, with a mused smile on his lips. Kluke pressed away with all her strength, she stumbled back. Bewildered she made her way inside the musky bathroom and shut the door behind her.

What's with this guy? Kluke asked herself as she huffed from her sudden exertion, her chest fluttering like a small bird. With her back against the cool metal door. She held out the garment in front of her, then something tumbled out of it tapping as it hit the ground.

A small bra and lacy panties draped at her feet.

Her face went red as she felt she might faint. He had better not expect me to wear such flimsy apparel. Why me?

Andropov fastened his belt as two small knocks on the metal bathroom door rung, it cracked a bit.

"Is-is okay to come out." she asked, he almost couldn't hear her.

"Yes you're safe." He chuckled.

It pleased him as a bit of blush crept on his face, She had put on the dress. Light blue button down, with sleeves that draped to her elbows, it had a dark blue collar and a blue and white striped belt over her hips, but below her rips. The dark blue buttons came down past the belt to her belly, the length was flirty just above her knees. She squirmed a bit from my gaze.

Andropov swallowed. He himself was well, mostly dressed. He had his pants on and a white undershirt and socks. He tucked in his belt.

"How's your arm, the one you were shot in." he called out to her.

I was shot? Yes that's right, the bullet had hit me. I hadn't even thought about it had i?

Her not answering made him make his way towards her and grasp her arm rougher than she'd like. She squirmed a bit at his sudden hostility.

He pulled up her sleeve. It had stopped bleeding but was still bare. She had removed the band aids when she had gotten in the shower.

Her trembling hand gripped his as her eyebrows furrowed at him, he released her as she stepped back. Putting her hand on her shoulder and stared at the ground.

A pause came as neither of them spoke.

3 large bangs at the door made her jolt. She whipped her head to the side with her eyes wide, she began to remember that she was still a captive.

"Lieutenant, I have brought your meal sir!" a muffled deep male voice called out.

Andropov walked up to the large flat metal door and unhatched the deadbolt, the door opened towards me, and it shielded me from who ever was there, a guard no doubt. I could hear clatter of cutlery as he stepped back in, with a tray in hand. I could see find looking china as steam whelped up from a bowl.

"Sir about the Prisoner." The man began.

"Bring new bed sheets, that will be all." Andropov cut the man off as he swung the door shut with his foot.

"Lieutenant sir!" The man exclaimed as the door shut with a boom.

"Come, it's time to eat."

Has Andropov adopted this stray, or does he have an another motive to his sudden pampers. Keep your wits about and don't fall for the blue haired prince.

song theme Wicked Thing- Dear Rouge