WILD[E] CARD → kurt & kitty
prom night terrors
Dark. Hands. Push. Shove. Screams. Drive. More hands. Silence.
Kurt’s breathing was fast and shallow, and his face streaked wet from silent tears and muffled sobs that had long since subsided as he entered a new stage of fear. The car had driven away, but had everyone left with it? Where was Kitty? Where was he? Kurt didn’t know-- didn’t want to know. Or did he?
He was lying on his side on the ground, and he could smell dirt and pine through the bag that was still over his head. His hands were bound, but he didn’t dare struggle or make a sound in case someone was near. Several more minutes of silence passed, during which Kurt became aware, through the smallest of sounds of shifted movement, that he wasn’t alone. But the noises he heard weren’t the loud, stomping, jeering ones of his captors-- they were softer, as if the person making them was trying their best to stay quiet.
It seemed like hours before he’s mustered up the courage to speak, when in reality it must have only been a few agonizingly long minutes.
“...Kitty?” Kurt called out in the softest whisper, “Kitty, is that you?”
