Title: Nowhere to run

Chapter 4

Written by: Lisse08

A/N Sometimes, what I wrote on my profile might not be true after all. XD This is going to be categorized into "Working on" story. Recently gotten an idea for this story based on my dream. Yes, my dream. =) Not everything is the same though.

"Wolfram!!" Screaming out his name wouldn't bring the blonde to him. Yuuri knew about this, yet he couldn't help himself from not calling him.

He ran down the deserted corridors, following the source of the voice. He heard his own footsteps echoing back on him. This eerie quietness… he disliked it. Not only did it increase his nervousness, it blocked his mind from thinking logically. He couldn't calm down.

"Wolfram!" Yuuri screamed again, losing tracks of the source. He stopped in front of the room, looking back and forth. The blonde didn't make any more sound. Does that mean he is safe? Or does that mean that he is…

He freaked out. Panic attacked his gut fiercer than ever.

Where are you?

Desperate, Yuuri began banging into the dark rooms one by one, calling out his name with the hope that he would shout back, revealing his hideout. But even after he searched until the end of the corridor, he could find nothing other than emptiness.

Punching his fist into the wall, he sank down the wall. He felt his throat tightened, tears were seeping from his black eyes. His whole body trembled.

"My patience is limited. I couldn't guarantee you, I might kill them before time's up."

'Please don't die on me, Wolfram…'

Xxxx Conrad xxxX

'Wolfram?'

Raising his heavy head, Conrad squirmed. Senses gradually came to him. He was engulfed by darkness. Where is this place? He cringed, feeling a dull pain at the back of his head. Then, it all flashed back to his mind, like a movie. Without warning, the ECG had exploded. He was hit hard, knocked out, to be exact.

Suddenly, he lurched, remembering what frightened him out from his deep slumber. Wasn't that Wolfram's scream?

He was quite surprised to find out that he wasn't tied up. But that wasn't what he should be worrying about. He stood up on his quivery feet. Supporting himself, he leaned against the wall and began tracing for a doorknob with his bare hand. He was losing patience but he knew he couldn't hurry. He didn't have an inkling idea of how big this room is. Neither did he know about the dangers that would lie ahead of him. One wrong move in this room, he would be dead even before he could reach his little brother.

And that proved how right he was.

He jerked back as a piercing pain seared through his palm. He could tell it was a cut.

But what caused it?

He stepped away from the hostile wall precariously.

His ears picked up a 'creak' immediately. Turning alerted, Conrad's instinct commanded his body to move automatically to the right, sliding onto the ground. The moment he did, something heavy broke down, crushing down at the place where his body had been one second ago. Widened eyes and relieved, he squirmed and shielded his eyes from the luminance ray of light that brightened the room suddenly.

It was the door, detached from the original place. As he looked down again, chills ran down his spine. The wall was filled with sharp needles protruding out from the fallen door.

He couldn't imagine what might become of him if he didn't escape in time. Probably unrecognizable fleshes mixed together with cracked bones. He slapped his hand over his mouth, feeling sick.

A whimper caught his attention. Fear rushed through. He recognized the voice. Alerted and anxious, he raised his head and saw something that turned his blood into icy-cold.

There, lied on the bed was his little brother, motionless. The question flashed into his mind in a blink. Is he still breathing?

"Wolfram!" He wanted to approach him, to check for his condition but a voice stopped him.

"Ah. Are you sure you wanna do this?"

Shocked, he turned around into the dark, into the room where he had escaped. A boy walked out from within. Conrad widened his eyes. Had he always been in there?

Even for an elegance soldier like himself, Conrad didn't even notice his presence. What was he?

He stepped backwards, away from the creature and neared himself to the blonde.

"Conrad…" His heart twitched. Why was Wolfram's voice quivering? What had happened to him? He twisted his head aside. He was so pale.

"Are you alright?" Wolfram elicited a weak cough. That was not a right question to ask.

"Wolfram, I'm here. You're safe now." Conrad maintained his stance and faced his opponent when he heard snickers.

"Who are you?" It was a bit rude to refer him as a thing when he was alive and communicating with him.

As he looked into the swirling darkened eyes, he felt himself being hurled into them. He was having difficulty to pull himself out from it. A pulse surged through his vein. He heard a familiar metallic sliding across the floor, towards his side. But he couldn't avert his eyes downwards to see what it was.

Kill him.

What?

Kill him.

The brunette bended down without really registering what he was doing, reaching for a silvery sword besides his legs.

"Conrad, what… are you doing?"

Wolfram turned slightly to the side. The silence was uncomfortable, but what was going on in his body was even more unbearable. He felt cold all around, ringing voice rumbling in his ears. Nausea, dizzy, and his heart that was beating fast and irregular against his chest ribs were hurting him badly. Why was the room swaying around him? What was Conrad doing?

He blinked to clear off the double images. Conrad walking over to him, with a sword on his hand, raised high in the air. It glistened under the light, worsening his eyesight.

What are you doing?

He thudded his head back into the puffy pillow, this way was better. How he wished to close his eyes and drifted off in his sleep, without needing to feel the pain.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"

He heard the smirking tone coloring the voice. What was he talking about?

Emerald eyes opened once more. And jerked.

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"

Yuuri turned abruptly.

"Do what?" he whispered, dreading what he would hear. He let his eyes searched down the path, but still, it was empty. So, this time, he wasn't going to show his appearance?

Yuuri stood up and took a few steps forward.

A plain image blinked into the thin air. Stunned, Yuuri stood rooted to his place.

He was reminded of the image he had seen on the ECG again. But this time, his senses were telling him that what he was seeing is not just a premonition.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"

The ominous voice rang again. Conrad, with the weapon gripped tight in his hand, stepped forward. He looked away and saw who he was about to attack. Another set of goose bumps formed on his goose bumps. Wolfram was there. But why wasn't he moving? What had the boy done to him?

"You're not going to do that, Conrad…" Even his voice was flowing like a ghost. He looked closer at his godfather, who showed no intentions of stopping as he raised his sword, right above the blonde's body.

There was no recognizable brightness in Conrad's brown eyes. He was hypnotized.

Fear twisted his guts when Conrad directed it down.

"NO! CONRAD! DON'T DO IT!!"

Horrorstruck, Yuuri stared at the sight in front of him, unable to take in anything.

He was too late.

Xxxx ConWolf xxxX

What?!

A pain pierced through his stomach. He jerked backward into the bedding. Dark redness painted the white sheets.

His eyeballs dilated, mouth hanging open in pure shock. Wolfram held onto the end of the sword, up and reached his brother's hand, which was trembling.

The blonde felt the solid hilt of the sword disappeared from his touch, his hand automatically squished his brother's hands into a ball together. He looked down and noticed that it was gone, but he couldn't muster up his courage to see the damage that was done to his body. Wolfram coughed once more, this time, he tasted blood.

Conrad blinked, coming back to his senses. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the blood that was gushing out from the torso below. He could feel his eyes shaking in his sockets.

Did I do this…?

TBC