WILD[E] CARD â kurt & kitty
It was all still a messy blur she couldnât quite wrap her head around. One second sheâd been on her way to save Quinn from yet another stupid decision and the next â darkness. Rough hands had pushed and pulled and carried and dumped and it was all Kitty could do not to appear weak as quivering limbs kicked and fought against her restraints in vain. She was used to having control. She thrived on it. Even tore people she might have liked apart to maintain it. And now that hers had been taken away from her, tossed to the side of the road with her dignity she was forced to remember why she craved control in the first place â being a victim sucked.
Kitty choked back sobs she was too proud to emit, fingers and hands and arms working in tandem to loosen her own ties. All the while one sinking though burrowed in her belly â
Would anyone even notice she was gone? Would they even care?
It was the sound of her name that had her halting her own movements. Sheâd been so focused on her herself â her own escape, hurt, fear, rage, humiliation â she hadnât even considered the possibility that she wasnât alone.
âKurt?â She stage whispered, moving almost imperceptibly closer to the familiar voice. âWhy â what are you doing here?â She meant it on so many levels â but she hadnât meant for it sound so harsh. How did they get here. How did you get here? Why you? Why am I stuck here with you? Sheâd betrayed two of her closest allies that night, but surely neither would be so cruel as to set a plot like this in motion. Sheâd been acting with their best (and admittedly her own) interest in heart. And why would they stick her with Kurt?Â
Kurt listened intently after he called out to Kitty in hushed tones, trying to see if there was anyone else around, but there was still only silence. They were alone.
âOh thank god,â he muttered upon hearing Kitty answer, relieved not at the fact that she had been taken along with him, but that she seemed to be okay. Kurt couldnât say that he had ever been fond of the girl, but that didnât matter right now. They were alone, together-- and no one deserved this.
âI donât-- I donât know,â he answered, his thoughts finally heading back to the âwhyâ of it all, now that heâd been able to confirm that there was no one else around... wherever âaroundâ was. âI donât know.â He wanted to take a guess, if only to give his captors a reason, no matter how fucked up it was. People with motives-- now, that was something Kurt could combat. But people who did something so severe, so traumatizing, for no reason at all? It sent terror tickling up his spine like none heâd ever experienced before.
He fought against his bonds again in vain, before an idea struck him. âHey-- are your hands tied, too? Talk to me-- lead me over to your voice, and I can try to move over and untie them.â
















