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Better off Robbed
Ch 1- Recruiter's Unit
⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️
Whump, bbu, kidnapping, drugging.
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Felix tossed and turned in his bed. He hadn't slept the past few nights, hearing what sounded like talking outside his apartment window. He'd only been there a year, if that, and he still felt like he was just settling in.
What sounded like a footstep outside made him jump, his heart racing. He stared at his closed door for a bit, then brushed it off as an animal. It had to be an animal.
Am animal that jiggled the doorknob. Right- normal. Felix curled further into his blanket, trying and failing to control his terror.
And then glass smashed and Felix was on the ground between his bed and the wall. He reached up and frantically dug through his blankets for his phone.
Dead.
He clicked frantically at the power button, to no avail. He held back a cry of frustration, setting his phone back down.
Several pairs of footsteps thundered through his apartment. Heavy-booted feet, he could tell. He heard the intruders approach the door and felt his heart speed up so much he was sure anybody in the vicinity could hear.
He was being robbed. Fuck.
"I- I have a gun," he called. "Go away or I'll shoot!" That was partially true. There was a gun in the other side of the room his father had insisted he kept. Felix knew he'd never shoot it, even at the criminals robbing his apartment.
The door crashed open. The lught flicked on. A group of five people stormed in. They wore black suits and masks, two of them armed.
"My wallet and keys are on the nightstand." He said immediately. "Take what you want, I won't stop you. Don't shoot me, please. Don't shoot me." He put his hands in the air, shaking.
The two armed people in the back of the group stood silently on either side of his bedroom doorway, gun not even aimed at him. Two of the remaining three seized his arms and he shrieked, flailing helplessly against their strength.
"No, no! Don't kill me! I won't call the cops, I swear! Take what you want!" Felix cried as he was dragged up on his mattress and held down.
The fifth member of their group approached him– unarmed, he realized.
Through his tears, he read the label on that intruder's uniform.
WRU inc.
Recuiter's unit
WRU? Where had he seen that before?
His head was forced upwards, his throat exposed. Over his cheeks, he could see a syringe pulled out, the needle glinting dangerously.
"Nononono, please don't!" Felix cried out and squirmed as the needle was plunged into his throat. He continued to thrash as the plunger was pushed down.
This can't be happening. I'm dreaming. Felix tried to convince himself, his whole body shaking.
The person holding the syringe made a signal towards the two holding him down and they released his arms. He tried to swing his fist up, then realised his arms wrte too heavy to lift. His brain was cloudy and unfocused now and Felix fought to keep his eyes open.
The last thing he remembered was being lifted and carried out of his room before he fully passed out.
Give me whumpees that come out the other side dangerous.
Whumpees that have been absolutely shattered, but instead of breaking into harmless sand they stick themselves back together into razor sharp blades and edges.
Whumpees that have been through hell, and you know just by looking at them that it made them deadly instead of weak.
Whumpees that are starved for touch and affection and will cave into any hug, but will just as easily break the spines of any who would hurt them again without hesitation.
Whumpees that are calculating and clever in the desperate survivalist way that forces them to stay sane and smart and not give in to despair.
Whumpees that did not get rescued so they rescued themselves.