Chapter 3: What Comes Out at Night

 

(Time skip to 3:00 am.)

         Your eyes opened slowly as you awoke from your sleep, and you stared out at the darkness through your window, your neighbor’s street lights making the night a little more visible. You wanted to turn to your side to see what time it was, but heard something that made you freeze. There were unknown voices in your house, and being curious as to why they were there before rushing into action, you were silent, only moving your chest to what was most likely a sleeping rhythm and slowing your breathing. Judging by the volume and sound of the intruders, they were near your bedroom door, but whether they were inside your room or not, you couldn’t tell.

        “This, is the girl you were talking about? She looks small and pathetic. Not to mention her room is so ugly. I do admire the musical taste she has though.” A female German accented voice said. UGLY?? SMALL??? PATHETIC????? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? When I figure out who the hell you guys are, YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD!!! It took all of your self-control and restraint to not alarm them that you could hear every last word they were saying.

        “I agree. She barely looks worthwhile at all. Too weak to hurt anything.” Another deeper, yet still female, voice said. Another one?? AND HOW DO I LOOK THAT WEAK?? THAT’S ANOTHER BITCH WHO’S GONNA END UP DEAD!! How many of them are there? I can’t act now if I don’t know where they are. I’ll have to wait until they approach, armed or not. I don’t have time to call the cops.

        “It would not be wise to aggravate her, First Lieutenants Rip Van Winkle and Zorin Blitz.” An immensely annoying male German voice chuckled. “She can be, what you say, ‘creative’, if she so chooses. Watch your steps.”

         “If you say so Major. It’s not like she can hear me anyway, she’s sleeping like a wee little baby.” The higher voiced ‘First Lieutenant’ said. BABY??? DAMMIT!!! At least they don’t know I’m awake. And what kind of names are Rip Van Winkle and Zorin Blitz? Wait, what is this ‘First Lieutenant’ and ‘Major’ crap. Who the hell are these German people? Commanders in an army? This is getting REALLY serious now. How armed are these people anyway? And how do they know about me… I should’ve listened to my instincts sooner and gotten some kind of help. Shit. 

        “I would take a closer look, Lieutenants.” He knows I’m awake!? Shit shit shit shit SHIT!!!! “She is, the one, after all.” What? The one? “She is wise enough to know to keep her mouth shut in the face of ‘intruders’ like us, but not smart enough to realize what’s going on right now and what will happen to her. At least, as we’ve observed so far, she shouldn’t be. A naïve, yet honorable, opponent indeed.” Naïve? Honorable? Opponent? “Isn’t that right, Warrant Officer Schrödinger, or should I say…” He paused to chuckle. “Rocky?” You were infuriated, confused, nervous, and flustered at the same time. ANOTHER ONE!? WHAT IS THIS A FREAKING GERMAN ARMY RODEO!? AND WHAT DOES HE MEAN BY SAYING ‘or should I say Rocky’? Wait…

        “That’s right Major.” Was I spied on!? By my ‘dog’!?And if that’s the case, where’s my dog, and what about the rest of my family!? “From what I’ve seen, she’s very special and very strong. I saw her in action myself, and it was… marvelous.” An almost female like voice belonging to a seemingly young male replied. You were officially creeped out, and your cheeks flushed a dark red hue. The way he was talking about you was extremely uncomfortable. Plus, you were still mad. He watched me when I was practicing my forms? That explains that watchfulness I had felt, but how? When, exactly, did he start spying on me?

        You pushed these thoughts aside, when you realized that at least one of them was going to approach sooner or later, so you readied yourself silently. You could either reach for your nunchucks right in front of you on the windowsill, grab your bow staff at the side of your bed behind you, or throw a punch that’ll hopefully collide with whoever would dare try and lay a finger on you. Despite the incredible risks, you decided to go for the punch. It was the quickest attack and left the enemy less time to counter with the time it takes to grab one of your weapons. Now all you had to do was wait, like a viper stalking its prey.

        All of a sudden, you felt a gust of wind on your back to where your neck was. A hand was placed on your right side and you felt a little shift as the other went above your head on your pillow. A head descended to your ear, you could feel their cold breath on your neck.

        “Wake up, little Fräulein.” By the sound of the voice, it was that Schrödinger officer who apparently spied on you, but you were too startled to know who it was. You had no idea what happened next, because the next thing you knew you were flipped over with your hips being straddled by the figure. You didn’t care who this person was now. You felt absolute rage. You. Had. Had. Enough. With a snarl, you took their left hand with your right while simultaneously grabbing your nunchucks with your left hand. You swung up and over their back, straddled the back of their hips, pulled their grabbed hand back, kneed it in place, and wrapped your nun chucks around their neck with the whole chain choking whoever the hell it was. Still enraged at what you had to deal with, you pulled the nunchucks outward  to choke them even more.

        You glanced at who you were choking, recognition hitting you dead in the face. So, that time in the orchestra room, it wasn’t my imagination! It was the same cat-boy person who you had seen through the window of the exit door. You looked at him closely. He had medium straight blonde hair that slightly stuck out at then ends, and violet cat ears. He wore a Hitler Youth uniform, recognizing it from history class, with a red headband with the swastika symbol on it. A Nazi? The hell!!?? You then looked to your doorway with the same enraged face, and saw that there were four other figures here.

        “This is a surprise.” The deeper voiced ‘First Lieutenant’, as you assumed, said.

        “Indeed it is. This little one is stronger than she looks.” The other snickered. Wait, five in total? I only heard four! There were two men, and two women, who you assumed were the First Lieutenants, near your door.

        One man was a short fat one just inside your room. Straight combed-back blonde hair and blonde bangs flowed down  the left side of his face. He had grey circle lensed glasses that reflected the moonlight in the left lens, so only his right yellow eye was visible. He wore a white suit, a black tie, a white expensive overcoat, and white gloves.

        On his left was the other man, this one being tall and concealed. He wore a green army overcoat uniform with the wide collar covering his mouth and most of his face. He wore another green old-style military hat that reminded you of a boot camp’s uniform. He had grey hair that curled some at the tips, or, from what you could see of it. Short bangs touched his nose and sides of his tanned face. You couldn’t really see anything else since his uniform concealed most of him.

       In front of your dresser was one of the women. She had long, straight dark blue hair that came down the sides of her neck before rested on her shoulder and went down her back all the way to your floor. One shorter strand stuck straight out from the right side of her face and curled completely in front of her. She wore a dark blue suit, a dark pink dress shirt underneath, a dark tie, a gold shining necklace with a swastika pendant, black shoes, and white gloves. There were also grey oval lensed glasses on the bridge of her nose, revealing shining dark blue eyes. By her side, she held a big dark musket as tall as herself.

        Almost blocking the doorway was the other tall, well defined and very muscular, woman. She had dark brown skin with short spiky orange hair. She wore a dark green halter top and green, baggy pants that were tucked into big black army boots. She had narrow green eyes, and the right side of her face had purple tattoos, with the eye on that side being darker than the other. Her left shoulder had another purple swirled tattoo, barely noticeable in the dark. Held behind her back was the biggest grey scythe you’ve ever seen. It almost touched your ceiling.

        They all stared at you, interested in your attack on the cat-boy. The short man started chuckling and…. clapping, probably finding this whole situation amusing. You think this is funny, eh? Well then… You pulled your nunchucks even more in response to his aggravating behavior. Even though you were strangling one of his own men, he was still laughing. What the hell is so funny, asshole?

        “I told you she was feisty, Major.” The cat-boy sputtered. You moved your knee back, dragging his hand along painfully with it.

        “And I believed you, Schrödinger. I believed you. Now stop playing with and get back to the task at hand.” The fat one, ‘Major’, snickered. So shorty is Major, Cat-boy is Schrödinger, hmph. Wait, what did he mean by just playing around!?

        You tore your gaze away from the four at the doorway back down to Schrödinger. Only, he was gone. Aw crap- OOF! You fell forward, letting go of your nunchucks, but before you fell completely onto your bed, you grabbed your bow staff with your right hand and swiveled around to level the it at the suspicious strangers, only to have it directly pointed at a devilishly smirking Schrödinger, mere inches away from his nose. You were able to see his face clearly for the first time, and the first thing you noticed was his glowing pink eyes that you never saw before, which held the same glow that ‘Rocky’ had today.

        You glared at him for a few moments before ‘Major’ spoke up. “I suppose you are wondering who we are and what we want, the common question you would ask ‘intruders’ such as ourselves, hm?”

        “You bet your damn fucking asses! I wanna know what the HELL is going on, you insane JACKASS!!”

        “Such a foul mouth you have, Fräulein. Hmph, all the more amusing.” You snarled.

        “What, exactly, do you mean by ‘amusing’? What the hell here is so damn funny?” Everyone in the room smirked wider than they already were, except for the tall male.

        “All in due time. Now, I would ask you to be so kind as to follow me.” You narrowed your raging (E/C) eyes.

         “As. If.”

        “Let me finish, Fräulein. We all already know that you won’t.” You frowned, and he chuckled at yur expression.

        “Then why the hell did you waste my time and ask the question in the first place?”

        “Such a sense of humor you have.”

        “What is so damn funny about all this?”

        “Doesn’t something like this always happen in those stories you like?” You looked a little startled, but still kept your glare on Schrödinger, remembering that you were spied on, meaning they probably knew a lot of information about you. “Don’t look so surprised, Fräulein. You are not the only one here who has to do homework.” What do they want from me that they would go to such these extreme measures? What do I have that would be of value to them? “I am always prepared for my battles, that is how you win a war.” He gestured to the people in your room. Wait, are they soldiers!? But, a battle? What battle did he expect? Why did he bring so many people if it was just me they were after?

        You tightened your grip on your weapons. You noticed the two women took a step forward. You didn’t exactly know what they wanted, but whatever it was, it was clear that there was going to be a fight, and it was going to be soon. You realized that this was not a good place to spar since your room was not large enough for you to fight efficiently with your long bow staff. You either had to escape or move to a different area altogether; you were practically defenseless.

        However, there was one option, your window. It was opened all the way, and the screen that covered the outside of it could easily be broken, and you knew where to hit so it wouldn’t just break around your staff. If I could just get the force right, then I can jump out to the outside where I could even possibly escape. I have to go in 3…2…1!

        You sprung to action. You swung your bow staff over and struck the weak spot of the screen. It popped clean out and you moved to jump out of the window. You don’t know how it happened, but someone grabbed you with inhumane speed. Judging by the muscles holding you, it was that woman with the orange hair. She held your shoulders back with her elbows, your back pinned against her stomach. You were struggling to get out of her grasp, kicking her shins or what ever you could.

        “Don’t run away just yet, little girl.” You smirked.

        “Who said I was running away?” That got her. She dropped her guard and loosened her grip on you. You took seized the opportunity and freed your left arm. You elbowed her on the pressure point on her neck, which made her let go of you completely. You fell, landing on your bed, and tried to grab your weapons and retreat back out the window, but two other arms were wrapped around you. One snaked around your waist, the other with a rag held to your mouth. You were forced to breath in the intoxicating chemicals as you struggled to escape. No! This can’t be happening!! I can’t…shouldn’t…breathe!!

        “Come now, Fräulein. Relax… and go back to sleep.” Schrödinger purred right into your ear, his cold breath reaching your neck. Your muffled yells lowered to little groans as the rag was pressed more firmly to your face and more of the chemicals entered your nostrils. You so badly wished this was a nightmare, but sadly, you knew it wasn’t, and right as your vision faded away into darkness, you were clonked on the head by the musket the blue haired woman carried. Your body couldn’t take it anymore and went limp, still held in the arms of Schrödinger. With that last final thought, you blacked out completely.