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Klein sat on the cold damp ground, his hands shackled to the wall and his feet to the ground, only letting him move his feet around a bit. He didn't know how it had come to this.
He sighed, his head throbbed fiercely and he felt utterly cold. If only he hadn't gotten out of bed this morning.
Klein looked up at the small window gracing his cell. If only his powers still worked, getting out of here would have been easy, but something blocked them. It was like a thin film spread over his skin, oily and tacky. The feeling just would not go away. He really wanted to scratch at his arms.
He did not even know where he was. One moment he was on a sidewalk, making his way to a bakery and the next he woke up here.
Who kidnapped him? And what did they want?
Sitting here in this silence, with only his thoughts, Klein could only hope that he would find out the who's and why's soon.
He was starting to get incredible hungry. To think he was this close to a bakery to get his prized foods, only to be whisked away moments before… How dreadful. He could have been eating a nice slice of pie….instead he was stuck here, cold, hungry, alone.
Klein didn't know how much time had passed since he had arrived here, but something should have happened already, shouldn't it?
He strained in his shackles, trying to get a better glimpse out of the window, but to no avail. Just like the times before when he had tried.
Time passed, everything was still silent apart from Klein's breathing and the clinking of the shackles. The cell was dark, telling Klein that night had set in, his only reference to time. He was starting to get heavy-eyed, but he tried to keep awake in the case that something happened, or someone came.
He had to have been here for at least 10 hours now. His throat was absolutely parched and his stomach clenched and grumbled in hunger.
Why had nobody come to see him yet?
Slowly, as time passed, Klein's eyes slit shut and he fell into a fretful slumber.
When he woke up, Klein's bones ached from the awkward position he was sitting in. Still. It seemed like nobody had come to see him.
Trying to activate his Clown powers again, he felt them sizzle out immediately. Just like they had the many times that Klein had tried before. It seemed like he could really only wait here and hope that he doesn't starve.
He sighed deeply, before falling into a cough.
His throat hurt and his hunger was overwhelming. He wished he was home. He wanted to go home!
Klein sat with his back to the wall staring at the small window, half out of it from thirst and hunger, when he heard it. Footsteps.
He blinked, hoping to combat his fatigue so that he could find a way to escape if the situation called for it.
The rustling of keys made Klein focus his attention on the door.
The door creaked open and a familiar man with blood red hair stepped into the cell.
Oh it's him! I can manage to escape if it's him! Klein mused, remembering last time he had come across the Red Angel.
"Hello little Seer, I've been waiting to speak with you!" The man's eyes glinted as a grin took over his face, before taking out a monocle and putting it over his right eye.
Dread pooled over Klein. "Oh shit!"
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Klein woke up with a start, his heart hammering in his chest and him breathing heavily.
After calming down a bit he heaved a deep breath.
It was all just a dream.