Title: Nowhere to run

Chapter 3

Written by: Lisse08

His head was swaying so badly, the dull pain hitting in his skull every so often. He tried to shake off the dizziness. A stupid way to do, indeed, it only worsened the swaying. His nose started picking up the strange strong scent of disinfectants, the very same one as the one he could smell most as soon as he stepped in the hospital. No, it was even stronger than before. He jolted and forced his eyes to open, recalling the vivid details.

"HEY!" It was a total ebony darkness. He jerked again. This time, a solid clung was heard. He jerked further away, feeling the metallic cusps that were restricting his movements cutting into his bare skin on both of his wrists.

"HEY!!!" He shouted out. The violent move had he realized that he was probably sitting on a soft cushion. And since he was able to lie down on it, then, it should be a bed. His soldier's instinct took over. Instead of panicking like normal people would, Wolfram tried to keep a cold head. At least, he could still move his legs freely.

He stretched his left arm over to feel his right one, wanting to estimate how far he was from the lock. He followed the chain slowly, tracing it up, until he felt the limit. It wasn't reachable after all. He felt his muscles sore from the stretching. He dropped them down to his side in despair, the sore immediately released.

It was no use. His capturer had calculated it beforehand.

Tak, tak, tak…

His whole nerves were awakened at the footsteps that were growing louder and louder outside. Wolfram held his breathe, listening closely…

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

"Where are they now?" Yuuri had his eyes fixed upon the boy.

"Why don't we play a game?"

Rage surged through his vein.

"Game?! Don't joke around with me! I don't have time for game!" Yuuri shouted. "Give them back to me!!"

"The game's called hide and seek." He smirked without giving a proper response for the angered boy.

"Listen to me!"

"If you win, you get them back. If you lose," a devilish smile surfaced on his face. "You will never be able to see them again."

"Wait! Just give them back already!" Yuuri stood up. His opponent had stood up in Conrad's body. The image was blurring before his eyes. Not understanding what was happening, he reached out his hand in panic.

"You have two hours."

"Wait!" He tumbled face-down onto the ground. He turned his head around sharply, looking back at the empty air. His hand had touched nothing.

"The game starts now. My patience is limited. I couldn't guarantee you, I might kill them before time's up. " The ghostly sound travelled into his ears.

Xxxx Wolfram xxxX

He shut his eyes. He couldn't adjust his sight to the sudden stream of light. His initial attempt trying to pretend that he was sleeping failed when the mere sound of metal clung against the metal gave him away.

"You're awake, prince." The hidden teasing behind the words pissed him off.

"Let go of me, you bastard!"

A soft puff that equalled to a smirk was heard.

"Do you want to know what the meaning of 4 is?"

"NO." Wolfram shouted. What the heck? Why is this subject brought up here? What is this person playing at?

He struggled further, even though he knew his strength wasn't matched for the strong metallic structure. The solid person moved in, away from the light. Wolfram shielded his eyes as the light was turned on suddenly with a 'clik'. He flickered opened his eyes, anxious and feared to see what awaited him. First thing that entered his vision was the white bed sheet, as he was lowering his head. So, he was right. He didn't dare to see the chains around his wrist just yet. Instead, he raised his head to see the person who came in.

Shock stole his breathe.

He wasn't able to utter a single gasp as his eyes fell upon the man in front of him. A boy, with a face sticky and …. Wearing Conrad's clothes.

"What happened to Conrad?" he shouted. And it hit him that who was supposed to be with his dearest brother at that moment. Panic entered more. "What happened to Yuuri?"

His opponent let out a sigh. Wolfram clenched his fists, refraining himself from any aggressive move. Observation on his enemy before attacking is always his strategy. Furthermore, he was very much on the disadvantage side.

"Why did you two ask the same questions? Do you really care for them?"

"You meet Yuuri?" The emerald eyes brightened, fear disappeared instantly. The other boy gritted his teeth, a sudden expression of anger was shown.

"You all pissed me off." He turned aside. Wolfram held his collective breath, not knowing what to expect.

Heart seemed to skip beats when the sharp hypodermic needle flashed in the boy's hand.

"Wha--?"

"There are lots of ways to kill people, you know, Wolfram von Bielefeld?" He smiled, sending chills down Wolfram's spine. He reflexively cringed at the words. Kill…?

He reached for the nearby bottle in slow motion. He was enjoying his prey starring in fear at the crystalline content in it.

"For example, Terfenadine overdose…" He started while punching the hollow needle into the cap of the bottle. Panicked and horror started entering him, cold sweats were forming on his head. Wolfram jerked at the chains again, desperate to escape. He didn't want to find out what was awaiting for him, what the overdose of that Terfe.. nin…? whatever drug would cost him. But even as the content drained into the syringe, Wolfram could do nothing further than jerking.

"No." The blonde gasped and struggled, crawling away from the bed but the chains were limiting his movements. He walked nearer, with the tips of the metal shining dangerously under the light.

"NO!" He jumped as the cold clammy hand touched his forearm, stopping him from moving. The force was inhuman. Tears sprang at the corner of his eyes as the nails dug into his skin. He shone out the needle again under his nose, smirking at the trembling blonde. Scare written all over his face.

"Perhaps, plus another special treatment for you. You need air." He smiled, single-handedly pushed the end of the syringe to force out the liquid. Never had he felt his heart beating so fast before. Even though Wolfram didn't understand what he was doing, but the smirk was enough to kill him. He still used his remaining energy to muster up his courage, pulling.

Wide-eyed, he stared at the column of air remaining inside the syringe. What does it do?

"Now, be a good boy."

"No. Let go of me!" Wolfram shouted and struggled, only to receive another stronger dug into his limbs. He felt his back hit the soft linen as the boy pushed him down into the bed. In a trice, he was staring up at the smirk again.

"No… Please." He was already developing phobia for sharp needle. His eyes fell upon the needle that was brought nearer and nearer to his skin. Tears of terror were collecting. Wolfram jerked inadvertently when the cold tip came into contact with him.

"You'd better not struggle. Who knows, I might accidentally punctuated the wrong vein." He warned again. Wolfram shut his eyes tight, every particle in his body was trembling.

"No…" he gasped, his voice squeaking to a low whisper.

"Once again, do you know what 4 mean?"

The tears ran down his cheek. 'Why is this happening? Yuuri.'

"It means…" the prince shivered and craned his neck over when the breath hushed into his ear. "…'death'."

He squirmed inwardly. A wave of sickness and nausea washed over him. It went all the way up to his throat, choking him. He coughed and purged but nothing came out.

"It'll be over in a second."

NO!

His heartbeat increased, beating so painfully against his chest.

As he felt the foreign tips pierced into him, Wolfram let his shriek vibrated through the death floor.

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

Somewhere on the floor, the double black raised his head in shock at the recognition of the familiar voice. Hearing it for the second time without knowing his current conditions, Yuuri felt his adrenaline coursed through his body, greater than ever.

Time wasn't up yet but was he about to lose him?

"WOLFRAM!"

XxxxX