Amaranth

Empty streets

Trigger warning: small amount of blood, alcohol, weapons (such as knife, arrow).
Reminder: I won't be putting smut warnings in my story. If you are uncomfortable with nsfw, please do not read.

George's finger gently brushed on the smooth surface of the arrow, adjusting it's direction. The arc in his left hand, his right elbow pushed behind his head with slight force and his sight focused on the center of the target that was just a few meters away from him.

George closed both of his eyes, allowing his mind to focus on the sound of branches and leafs, the songs of birds being the only thing braking the silence of the forest atmosphere. He could feel the wind brush against his pale skin as he took a long breath. He opened his left eye, holding his breath and letting the arrow fly from his hand.

"Fuck", he said under his breath. The target was untouched. He was thinking about what he did wrong when he heard a sudden crack behind him. He quickly turned around, but there was nobody. Crack. Another one. He run in the forest, towards the direction of the sound, but again, it seemed like he's the only one there. George went to grab an arrow from his bag when he understood that he left everything in the glade.

He had no weapon.

How stupid can he be to go unarmed and look for someone who probably isn't here to just pick flowers? Even the worst beginners don't do that. Not that he wasn't a beginner, but if he wants to learn faster then this isn't a good start.

He decides to take a few steps back and slowly come back to his practice place. He carefully placed his foot behind him, making sure to make no noise when suddenly a sharp cold blade appeared under his chin, applying slight pressure on his neck. That's when he felt the hot breath against his skin.

"—Don't move" a low, threatening voice whispered in his ear, applying more pressure on the knife. George could hear his own heart pounding in his chest as he was holding his breath. He wanted to close his eyes, but the fear and the adrenaline in his blood wouldn't let him. He didn't know what to do. Between a few seconds, he grabbed the men's arm, trying to make him fall with his foot but his attempt to escape failed miserably as his hand was blocked by the knife changing it's position, his skin now lightly bleeding. His foot on the other hand, was trapped by the man's hand.

This must be a professional. George thought as he was grabbed by his foot and returned so he's laying on the grass, his back against It. He could now see his enemy that is still holding a knife to his throat, blocking the smaller's hands with his left arm. He had dirty blonde hair, a dark green sweater, but his face was invisible— he was wearing a white mask with a smile.

"I think I told you not to move" he said. George gulped. There was nothing he could do. Even if he escaped somehow, he wouldn't go far away as he's probably slower that this man. The smaller's ambition took over again, and before he could think, he pushed the man away a little, but just enough to free his hands and take of his mask. Unfortunately, before he could do anything else he was trapped again.

"How stupid are you?! I could kill you in a second!" the man raised his voice. George did get scared by this sudden change of tone, but he couldn't help his smirk. "But you didn't" he said playfully. Without any warning, the blond's hand collided with George's nose, making him bleed.

"Try this one more time and I will." The smaller's pain was visible on his face, just like his fear. He was stupid. What was he even trying to do? He should've just listen."W-who are you?" George whispered.

"Wouldn't it be smarter if you asked me what I want first?" the emotions on the blond's face were unclear. The smaller didn't respond. "Who are you?" the blond asked. "You know, if I were you I would answer. You're probably an amateur, I could tell just by the way you breath" he said again.