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Dustin stayed after class, to study in the library. He lost track of time, and the sky slowly turned a dark blue, until it was fully black, with a few stars shown through the library's curtains. He put his books into his bag, and decided to head back to his dorm.
As he walked down the school halls, he heard something in the cafeteria kitchen. He walked in, and looked around ever so quietly. 'I should probably just go..' he thought. But as the sound grew louder, Dustin's curiousity took over, and he continued to walk through the kitchen.
"CLING," "CLASH,"
Dustin freezes, as he saw several pots and pans fly down from the cupboards onto the floor. He ran out, as fast as he could, and looked around for his dorm. Uh oh... it's gotten so dark, he can't see the door labels!
His fear grows, and grows, until he heard footsteps behind himself. He slowly turned around, unable to move an inch, and before he knew it,
WAM.
Dustin has been knocked out from the back of his head.
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This first bit was given by Delete Crystal on the Anime High School Amino. I started this there, but left the Amino after a while. So I'm moving it to here.
And yes, I did get permission from them to do this.
Word Count (without given starter):
923
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The student's head was drooped downward, his raven black hair dangling in his eyes. His circled glasses barely hung onto his ears.
Eventually his head bobbed down further, his eyes and nose scrunching up for a moment. The brown orbs flickered open, but it couldn't compare to the creepy lightbulb above him. Heck, it barely shed any light into this dark room.
His lips parted faintly, though no breathing could be heard. He stuck his tongue out to realize his mouth had a rag covering it. He shook his head a little as he shut his mouth, the breathing through his nose increasing. He whimpered quietly as he felt some liquid, probably blood, drip down his neck.
Dustin shifted his legs and arms, grunting quietly as he realized he'd been tied up. What on earth was going on? This was just a simple high school, why would this, of all things, be happening?
He looked up, trying to make up anything out of the dark room he was in. He couldn't even see any of the walls around him. Though, there were some faint outlines of the objects surrounding him.
'Oh no, what are those things? Could they be- be torture devices!?' Dustin thought to himself, his still childlike mind spinning with crazy thoughts. They were beyond reasonable.
He looked down, moving his foot across the floor, assuming it was concrete. What kind of building was this?
His head jerked up as he heard a door creak open, illuminating a yellow-y light into the room. His eyes undilated and he winced, moving his head to the side to avoid the bright light. Or at least, the brighter light.
'Oh- oh, that's just cleaning supplies.. wait, this is.. the janitors room? Why am I in here?' Dustin thought confusedly, glancing back as the mystery person shut the door and walked in.
The same sound of heavy footsteps that the boy had heard before, echoed through the room and moved closer to the chair Dustin was sat in. The figure turned out to be a male, probably a young adult.
"I don't know what you saw in there earlier, but whatever you ended up seeing, you were definitely not supposed to," He said calmly, stepping closer to the boy.
The adult was quite stoic, moving his hand to tilt the younger one's chin up, Dustin's breath hitching as he did so.
"When I take this rag away, you're going to be silent. If you scream, no one will hear from you again. Do you understand me?" He asked slowly, making a shiver run down the kid's spine.
Dustin was quick to nod, his eyes widened in fear. The man moved to untie the rag, looking at it afterwards and sighing. "You're bleeding all over this..," he murmured annoyedly, looking back at the teen.
The student would have apologized when the other said this, but he couldn't seem to say anything at all.
The adult sighed, moving around him and kneeling down. He carefully pressed the cloth to his neck, making Dustin wince and quietly whine.
"Hush," He said quietly. "My name is Elison Carter. If we were under better terms, I would tell you to call me Elison. But after this, you probably won't see me again anyways," he said, standing up.
Dustin looked back at Carter, gnawing on his lower lip worriedly. "What's.. why is this happening?" He asked, his voice clearly nervous and shaky.
The adult huffed quietly, stepping around Dustin again as he watched him closely. Carter practically looked through him, piercing his soul. "I was looking for something."
"What were you looking for, a sandwich?" Dustin asked with a nervous little smile.
Carter scoffed, shaking his head. "Funny, kid. You should go for a comedy career after high school," he said sarcastically, cocking his head to the side.
"But anyway. Why do you think that I would tell you what I was searching for?" Carter said with a little, low chuckle.
Dustin shrugged slightly, blinking a little at the uncomforting stare he was being given. "I tend to.. hope for things I won't receive..," he said slowly.
Carter smirked a little. "How cute," He said, scoffing quietly and squatting down in front of him. "But seriously, I'm not telling you anything. And you, won't tell anyone about this happening! Sound good?"
Dustin pouted a little, "I want to know, though! Maybe I can help?" He suggested, offering up a little smile. "Come on.. please?"
Carter stared him down, his arms crossed over his chest. He blinked at him slowly, before his eyes closed for a moment. He sighed, re-opening them as he folded the rag in his hands.
"What's your dorm number?" Carter asked, standing up and walking to the side of the room. He set down the rag and replaced it with something big.
"Uhm.. number 23, why?" Dustin asked, his eyebrows quirked confusedly.
"Alrighty, then. Sleep well," Carter said, looking back at Dustin before once again, hitting the side of his head with a pan.
"Sorry, kid," Carter said quietly, Dustin grunting as his head moved backward, his vision blurrying and turning black.
He could barely feel his body be loosened and lifted, loosing his senses rather quickly. Minutes went by in seconds, and soon enough he gave up trying to know anything and fell into a deep sleep.
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