𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

all alone in the jungle, you'll find me [n.c]

slimebox req for spellthree!!!!

this one was. oof sorry if its not that good i wrote this in da span of three hours

i quite like writing noah ships tbh...

cw for attempted kidnapping, stabbing, mentions of a gun (write in da comments if ive forgotten one pls)

prompt; "a group of people try to kidnap me as im walking but you appear out of the blue and save me."

title from locket - crumb

final word count; 1.5k 

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charlie sighs, feeling the rain beat down on his head. his glasses have water droplets on them, and he's unable to dry them off, seeing as how he's drenched with water himself. he's uncomfortably wet and it only begins to rain harder, making him  groan. he shivers and continues walking, figuring he'd go to noah's, since it's currently raining harder than he's ever seen it rain and noah's is closer.

thinking of his boyfriend brings a smile to his face, and he continues to walk, sliding his phone out his pocket to look at his lockscreen - a picture of him and noah, noah on his back and charlie mid-run - grinning at the stupid dorky smile on noah's face and the determined look on his own in the picture. funnily enough, they had gotten together soon after the picture was taken - noah had pulled him into the water, laughing as charlie sputtered and gasped, then kissed him, charlie remembers it vividly.

as he walks, he's acutely aware of the feeling of being watched, and he turns around, glancing behind him. there's a group of guys - at least four of them - walking behind him, one of them staring directly at the back of his head (or rather his face, since he's turned around). the guy staring at him looks away, hands stuffed in his pocket. there's a bad feeling snaking its way into charlie's gut, anxiety and.. something else, he can't tell what it is settling heavily in his chest.

he swallows nervously and turns back around, picking up the pace slightly, walking a little faster. he hears their footsteps start to splash faster and his heart skips a beat. he pretends to dial a number and holds it up to his ear, voice shaky as he starts talking - it's the one thing he's taken from reddit text-to-speech channels.

"hey, condi! how's it- how's it hanging dude? you still on your condi-fictional upload schedule?" he stumbles over his words and takes a quick glance behind him. the group is advancing faster than he'd like, and he starts jogging, not wanting to alert them.

too late.

one of the guys starts sprinting after him and he panics, sliding his phone into his pocket and running faster. he's too slow, however - the guy catches up and reaches for the back of charlie's shirt, fingers gripping the thin green material. he shrieks and twists, knocking his hand away and falling to the ground, hearing the sickening crack of his phone breaking. he yelps as another one of them approach, scrambling to his feet and trying to run. he grabs at charlie's neck, fingers pressing harshly into the flesh, and charlie cries out, feeling the guy's nails digging into his skin.

he's panicking hard at this point, twisting and fighting and trying to bite, but there's too many and they overpower him. a van rolls up and his eyes widen - don't let them take you to a secondary location, he remembers, you probably won't come back alive - and he kicks. hard. one of the guys on top of him groans and steps back, another goes to help, and another slams his fist into charlie's stomach. the brunet doubles over in pain, he can feel his lunch coming back up, and before he knows it, he's throwing up in the lap of another one of the guys. the man punches charlie in the face - which is bad but good, because it means charlie can twist out of the other man's grip and lunge forward, running away. adrenaline makes the pain ebb away, if only for a moment, but he can still hear their footsteps splashing in puddles behind them and runs faster.