Hostage?! Reader x Various 5

Ludwig and Gilbert were in a dark, dingy office. The furniture had a thin layer of dust covering the tables. A thick, musty stench clung to the chairs.

"Bruder, you don't think that [Name] could be a spy could you?"

"Well, she survived the attack; she was seen with those soldiers; there's a good chance that she could be messing with our heads." Gilbert took a swing from his beer bottle.

"Should we question her tomorrow?"

"I'd say we should give her some time. Maybe she isn't a spy after all. We'll see."

Ludwig stood up, and walked to the door.

"Where are you going?" Gilbert asked.

"I'm going to check on her."


You were slumped against a wall. Your eyes traveled across the room. A tree's branch bumped against the window above your desk. A bird stood at the windowsill. Its yellow feathers ruffled in the wind. It eyed you through the glass. You walked up to the window. The bird began pecking the window pane.  It gave you a pleading look.

You searched the table for a hairpin or a key. All the drawers were empty. A metallic glint caught your eye; it was a needle from a syringe. You began to pick at the window lock. When you heard the satisfying click from the lock, you opened the window. The bird hopped on to the desk and looked up at you. You ran your fingers along the smooth feathers on its head. A gust of wind blew into the room.

The window was open. This was your chance to escape. It was small, but you could easily squeeze through. You climbed up on your desk and looked down. The window's distance from the ground wasn't too great; you couldn't get hurt falling from this height. You gripped the window's sides as you let your legs dangle from the edge.

The bird cocked its head and chirped at you. You turned around. It stared at you with its large eyes. You looked at the bird questioningly. It hopped towards the door, and pecked at the wood. Something, you didn't know what, told you that it was best to stay here. Your thoughts drifted towards the prisoners. They would likely be killed if you left. You didn't want that to happen. You carefully slid back inside and shut the window. You pocketed the needle; it might come in handy later.

The bird looked at you. You bent down and it hopped into your hand. You stroked its soft, golden feathers. The doorknob rattled, and you quickly placed the bird into a desk drawer. Ludwig walked in.

"Erm, [Name], I need to speak with you." He gestured towards the door. You and Ludwig briskly walked down the hall. You stopped at a door to your right and walked in. Except for two chairs and a light bulb hanging from the ceiling, the room was empty. Ludwig motioned for you to take a seat.

"Have you had anything happen to you when you were a child?" You blinked at this question; this was odd. You shook your head.

"Have you ever had a near death experience?" Your eyes widened. What was going on?

"No," you said. Ludwig gave you a look of astonishment. The door burst open, and Gilbert stumbled in and collapsed. He was drunk. Gilbert was mumbling things in German. Ludwig gave you a pleading look.

"I-I'll go take him to the clinic," you volunteered. You and Ludwig helped Gilbert get up and dragged him to the clinic. Ludwig placed Gilbert onto the bed.

"I'll, um, see how he is in the morning." He shut and locked the door. This was going to be a long night.