May 31, 2018
otto: gets shot
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otto: gets shot
me, his creator:
it’s official: to add more family tension to gstm, i’m making hans and otto related. they’re brothers now.
Fight Me (-natalierosewrites)
fight me: a drabble about one character fighting with/against another.
time for some suspenseful elias-otto action involving elias getting caught for being resistance.
Elias’ knuckles cracked against Otto’s chin, and the soldier fell backward onto the ground with a thud. There was already a steady stream of blood trickling down his upper lip from another hit that he had received, and suddenly, the patrolman didn’t look as intimidating as he had before. “Stay away from Luisa. Don’t go near her, yes? Ja?” Elias spat, giving Otto a hard kick in the ribs. The other man cried out and rolled onto his stomach to protect his head. Pathetic.
Otto must have been too weak to call for reinforcements. He didn’t bother reaching for his radio. Elias gave him a dirty look before turning around and walking away, only to stop in his tracks. Otto had started laughing.
He turned to look over his shoulder to see the soldier shakily standing up. Otto had placed a hand on his holstered gun. A warning. “Show me your identification…” Otto commanded with a raspy cough, his eyes narrowed. “fugitive.”
Elias’ heart dropped to his knees. He knew.