[Inspiration: "The Scientist" by Coldplay]
[This is an angst/romance fic]
[A:N: Woah, long time no read/write, Stranger :) My life's going... better than it could be. Just back to back hospital appointments about my mental health... but right now in this moment is good. I'm typing whilst my beautiful, kind, amazing, phenomenal, sublime girlfriend is lying, half naked and asleep, next to me. I, however, cannot sleep, which is why you have anew chapter for the first time in God only knows how long at 22:53 at night. It's a saturday night though so it's all good, no reason to be up early tomorrow. This chapter is all improv as I try not to wake the girl beside me with the clacking of my keyboard, bless her. She'll probably never read this. She isn't part of the fandom, and she probably wouldn't care about my writing... She's an amazing writer, she doesn't do it enough though to want an account :/ ANYWAY! Enough gushing about my gal and on with the fic. Remember: All Improv, no plan]
A sharp pain rushed against my cheek as my head was forced sideways slightly. My eyes shot open, and a gasp clawed it's way desperately out of my mouth as my blurred vision never faded into focus. All I saw was the fuzzy silhouette of a person. A man. Around six foot. Okay, not much he has on me height wise. Two inches, barely anything. Big build, bulky. Either muscle or body fat, either way it gave him an advantage against my scrawny little figure. The blurred lines and lack of definition caused my eyes to blink rapidly, earning me another crack against the side of my face. Gasping again, I attempted to move my hand to touch my cheek, but an excruciating affliction caused a wince to wipe across my features.
"Look at you," the man spat at me, his face- from what I could tell- displaying a disgusted, maybe disappointed look, two looks I know all too well. "Such a smart boy, yet outsmarted by a group of thugs." Something in my brain must have begun to snap, because I couldn't help myself from just clarifying:
"Not 'Outsmarted', Over powered. You're not smarted than me. Very little are." I told him calmly, my face portraying a false sense of confidence.
"Brains don't matter when you got muscles. No need for puzzles when you can just threaten people." He defended, and I just laughed. A belittling laugh. My uncharacteristic arrogance must have hit a nerve in the man's body, as swiped his palm across the side of my face once again. The sting from the second time still having not disappeared yet, I bit my cheek to stop whimpering or exclaiming from the pain.
"Why have you taken me?" I queried, and a wicked smirk split the man's face in two, making my stomach feel a little uneasy. I shifted my weight and his smirk simply got wider.
"Leverage."
"Can you even spell 'leverage'?" I asked, and his face dropped.
"Blackmail." He corrected and I shot him a disinterested look.
"Spell it."
"B-L-A-C-K...". Panic set in his dark eyes and it was my turn to smirk like a prick, "M-A-L-E." he concluded, and I couldn't stop from rolling my eyes. What had washed over me? It was like I had no control over my body. Everything felt a little hazy, I wasn't really afraid of losing my life anymore, I had an impossible sense of immortality. An unachievable level of confidence, for me anyway. As if... As if anything was possible. My eyes began to grow heavier yet again, as the world seemed to acquire an almost foggy tinge. Like I was looking through frosted glass. Like everything was suddenly wrapped in cellophane or Clingfilm. The began to close, but I bit down hard on my lip to try and shock myself back to full consciousness, however it only worked for a few seconds before drowsiness took over my whole body again. Suddenly, moving any part of my body seemed to feel as thought it would take the same amount of effort as running several marathons. My head dropped, and my eyes began to close. I felt a fist grip the hair on the back of my head and yank my head up again. It was the man from before, this time close enough for my poor eyesight to see semi-clearly. A scar ran effortlessly down the left side of his face like a river. A river that's been there for years, eroding away at his very skin longer than I've been alive. It started just above his eye and ran until the corner of his mouth. "G'night, Sleeping Beauty." He stated through amused, dull eyes, before releasing my hair from his grasp. My head fell forwards with such force I felt my neck strain, grunting in pain as a door far away from me was slammed shut. I could feel my consciousness slipping away, there was no point fighting it this time, so I simply let the darkness behind my eyelids swallow me whole, a part of me hoping I never saw the light again.