Title: Nowhere to run
Chapter 2
Written by: Lisse08
Warning: PG 13, Shonen-ai, Yaoi, twisted personalities.
A/N I hadn't decided on pairing yet. But there might be combinations, Yuuram, Conyuu. (Conwolf? Considering…) As for this chapter, it's Conyuu. I know, I never wrote Conyuu before. XD hope it isn't weird. Sorry, Yuuram fans, there will be Yuuram, but not this chapter. Oh, Please don't hate me! I will write about Yuuram too! I just want to try something fresh. Lol.
"Are we in some kind of TV show or what? Ne, Conrad, can you find any camera??" Yuuri hysterically asked around, as if someone would answer his question.
"Heika."
"What should we do now?" Wolfram asked, still on the floor. His strength failed him.
"We need to pull ourselves together." Conrad persuaded, not defeated by the images he was experiencing. "Let's go and search for other exits. C'mon." He offered his hand, which Wolfram reluctantly accepted, to his brother to help him up. Walking over to Yuuri's side, he gave a reassuring smile that managed to calm the double black down.
Conrad spotted a stone on the ground. Bending it over, he picked it up. Yuuri watched, wondering what he was doing. He got his answer before the question was out. He suppressed his scream when Conrad swung the stone and broke the glass of the nearest ward. Wolfram, however, let out his.
"What the hell are you doing, Conrad?" Wolfram shouted, backing away from the flying pieces of mirror.
"Mark our place. Or else we won't know whether if we are going in circle or not."
Conrad took his stance back and straightened up. Yuuri nodded. After receiving another confirming look from his godfather, they started to settle off in silent. They still couldn't stop shaking by the fact that they might not be able to get out, but none of them dared to express this out, for fear that it might turn out to be the truth.
With Conrad walking ahead of them, Wolfram clung dearly at Yuuri's arm. Usually, Yuuri would slacken his fiancé away, thinking that it was disgusting act but he made an exception for this.
From a ward on their left, a sound was heard suddenly. Like a needle dropped on the ground of an examination hall, they jumped. Raising his arm as a signal to stop them, Conrad silenced the boys. Alert and cautious, they listened.
'Beep.'
'Beep.'
'Beep.'
The boys raised their bewildered look at Conrad. It was the sound of electrocardiograph machine… At this time, Conrad seemed to be the only one who could maintain his usual self. Giving another command that was interpreted as 'stay still', the brunette stayed still against the wall, sneaking his way towards the sound step by step.
Yuuri held his breath, looking at the thing unfolded in front of his eyes. Just a moment ago, Conrad was there, breathing and alive. The next second, an explosion occurred. The glass broke from the room where the sound came from. He heard Conrad scream, but again, maybe it could be his or Wolfram's. He didn't know, nor did he care. As the image of Conrad turned into a thin silhouette amidst the smoke and dust, his first instinct brought his body forward into the collision, towards his godfather. Wolfram, widened eyes, cried out his name. But he couldn't do anything to stop his king. He watched helplessly as the smoke drained out both of his loved.
"Conrad!" Shielding his eyes against the undying dust, Yuuri tried to search for his godfather.
"Yuuri." He found him on the ground, grabbing onto his right arm. Horror struck Yuuri as his sight caught hold of the blood that soaked Conrad's clothes. What twitched his heart was that Conrad was still able to give him a smile under that situation.
He squatted down near his side with the hope of examining the wounds closer.
"Let me see…" Hand outstretched, Yuuri said. Looking into Conrad's eyes, he found out that his godfather wasn't looking at him. Moreover, the eyes weren't that of hurt, but frightened.
"What is it?" Yuuri gulped. He guessed he didn't need the answer because his ears had picked up the beeping sound again. He turned slowly, afraid of what he would see.
He cringed.
'Beep……………..'
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"Yuuri!"
It was no good. Yuuri had disappeared from his sight. He took a few steps forward, heart hammering against his chest, loud and clear.
He jerked. He could feel a presence of a fourth person behind him. Turning around sharply, he screamed.
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"WOLFRAM!" Both of them yelped at the same time. Horror was eating alive at their heart at the scream.
"Where's he?"
"I thought he was behind me!" Yuuri explained.
"We should get going!" Conrad urged. Yuuri didn't respond. His eyes were fixed on the image inside the ward, unmoving. Knowing what he has in his mind, Conrad put a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry."
"But, Wolfram…"
"I'll never do that to my own brother. Trust me. Let's go." As Conrad pulled his strain to get up, he felt something ignited inside his body. His vision went blur.
Yuuri dragged up his head, noticing the odd things going around. Conrad didn't respond further.
"Conrad?" Yuuri tentatively asked. It was strange and uncomfortable. Normally wouldn't Conrad go straight for rescue? Why was he hesitating and looking so… blank all of a sudden? He reached out his hands, wanting to see some reaction. There was none. He continued to look straight behind him. Yuuri turned to see what hold his interest. Everything was still the same the way it was, the rumble dust that sprawled on the ground when that explosion occurred. But Wolfram… Eyes widening, he returned his eyes back to the brunette.
"Conrad." Yuuri shouted, louder this time while shaking his godfather. "What's wrong with you? There's no time to mess around! Wolfram needs us!!"
If there was any reaction, Yuuri couldn't be more surprise. For Conrad rolled his brown eyes over, fixed on him, unmoving. Yuuri gulped.
'Tha-thump… tha-thump… tha-thump…'
What is wrong with you?
His heart was beating out from his chest. Yuuri tried to swallow it. Like a puppet, he felt himself being grasped and pushed down the floor. The dust flew around him, choking him.
He gasped.
"Wait, Conrad!" Struggling didn't do him any good. With the hand of a trained soldier pinning him down, for the first time, Yuuri was fully aware that the man in front of him was even more powerful than Wolfram.
"What's gotten into you? Get a grip of yourself! Conrad!" The sinking and unnerving feeling whenever he thought about Wolfram was getting him. And the image that he saw…
"Don't move." A low, harsh voice came out of the soldier mouth as he pressed his brother's fiancé further down. The struggling stopped. The voice… It was the same one, even the tone. It was as if he was really dealing with Conrad but this…
"Con…rad… mmn.." he squirmed and closed his eyes, feeling the attacks of kisses ending his voice of protests.
No… This shouldn't be happening…
The unbearable forming butterflies erupting in his stomach.
Crap. This is no time to turn on.
He couldn't stop it, feeling himself sinking into the hole, wanting the man more and more.
My tongue...
"Nn…"
The liquid dripped from his mouth, Conrad not ceasing to insert them deeper and deeper, toying and picking up Yuuri's. The dizziness was coming in Yuuri's head. This is really bad. Conrad… This is his godfather right?
"Mmn! Not t—Nn…"
Not THERE!
He shuddered, feeling the hands slipped past his trouser and went insides him. Conrad started it off gently, touching and stroking. It feels so good.
Wait a minute! GOOD??
The shock was enough to give him the nerve to break the pleasure. Yuuri shoved the man off, hard. He was still panting when Conrad locked his eyes on him.
"Why push me off? It feels good, doesn't it?" Conrad smiled, making his insides shake.
"You're not Conrad…"
"I'm him. I'm Conrad, your name-giving godfather."
"Stop it!" Yuuri shouted, shaking vigorously. "Who're you?"
The voice travelled down the empty hall, reflecting back on him. Yuuri waited for the answer. His heart nearly stopped as he saw Conrad raised his hand over his head.
And peeled off the human skin that he was wearing.
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Gross… I feel sick…
The remaining bloody and sticky exuded from his face. Just like a new-born baby.
Suppressing the sickening emotion, Yuuri tried his upmost not to look at the ground, where the skin that resembled Conrad was thrown. Surely, it didn't belong to his godfather but it was so real. He shut his eyes tight.
A laugh forced his to open them again.
The man in front of him looked more like a human now. He saw the edges of Conrad's clothes, dirtied by blood of Conrad's and the remaining sticky liquid. Perhaps he had just used it to wipe off his face. With a sharp nose and high forehead, he looked like a foreigner. His hair was blonde, the same as Wolfram, but his eyes… the eyeballs were of that the whitish cloudy colour.
Yuuri pressed his fingers together, not wanting himself to tumble at the moment.
"Who are you? What had you done to Conrad and Wolfram?"
"You should have known, shouldn't you?" he smirked, and looked into the room, where the last scene remained in his head. Even his eyeballs were shaking inside, but his whole body was cold, engulfed by this horrified scene. It was a scene which he didn't want to remember, didn't wish it to be true. The images on the ECG…
The images where…
Conrad drives his sword into Wolfram's body.
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