Her Tears are Real(On Hold)

S.O.S

(We're with Chuchoter today!)

Chuchoter woke up with a start, a loud bang and some screaming could be heard.

"What's going on...?" She whispered.

*BOOOM*

Chuchoter jumped up quickly, this sound was heard right outside her door.

She got up slowly and crept forward, she reached her hand towards the door. Right before her hand touched the door it flew open, hitting her square in the face. She flew backwards and hit the wall.

"Ouch...!" She gasped. She lifted her head, standing in front of her was the man she had seen yesterday.

His snowy blonde hair was matted with blood, his clear blue eyes hazy with blood lust, and his pale white skin stained with red.

"Con vith vme!" His accent was stronger now, and his words were hard to understand because of it.

Chuchoter couldn't make her voice work, she opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out.

"Ve don't haf tive for fis!" He growled. He picked her up quickly, and like a sack of potatoes threw her over his soldier and started to run.

Everything went in slow motion, bodies were strewn across the hallways and Chuchoter could only stare at them, from their shocked faces to their cut bodies. Chuchoter saw it all.

She shook in terror, what was going on in here? Was she going to be next? How could she escape from this place? Was the man with the snowy blonde hair responsible for all of this? Was he innocent?

Chuchoter didn't know the answer to any of these.

Tears flew down her face and into oblivion as time suddenly began again, she could feel the cool night air caressing her cheeks and she could hear the man's uneven breathing as he ran. Faster and faster he ran until everything was a blur.

Then he stopped.

They had stopped in a clearing surrounded by tall trees and a small stream.

The man put her down, then he collapsed beside her. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were dull.

This was her chance to escape.

She got up, but stopped. She couldn't leave him. Not in this state, when he was better she would leave.

She looked though the small sack the man had brought with him.

"Vat are you doing?" He gasped.

"Sh...I'm going to help you." She said with a soft smile.

"Vut vhy?" He gave her a tired look.

"I don't know, I just..." She didn't know, so she remained silent. She found a small canteen and went to the stream and filled it with water.

She went back to the man and helped him sit up, she held the canteen up to his mouth.

He gave her a weird look, then began to drink the water like he hadn't had a single drink in a month.

"Thirsty aren't you?" She said with a teasing smile.

He shrugged, then he moved away from her and laid down. His breathing became heavier as he fell asleep.

Chuchoter sighed, what has she gotten herself into?