2P!AmericaXReader -Flowers- :Part 2:

Your mind swirled with dizzyness as you slowly woke up from being out for a good hour or two. You got used to your surroundings. You were in a cold celar with it only being lit by a lightbulb-lamp hanging on a string. You were tied down to a chair with a thick rope, as if your captor worried about you escaping.

'Typical horror movies, one light in a cold dark cellar, the victim being tortured into death, typical,' You thought. It was the only thought you could muster up in your dizzy mind. Just then, you could hear footsteps making their way down the stairs that entered the cellar. You looked at the figure that came down the stairs. It was the one from the other day! You decided to get a good look at him. He had an orange-brownish hair color and he was wearing sunglasses. You could tell that there was a hint of red behind them. You then realized something. He looked alot like Matthew's brother, Alfred. You never really talked to him, you heard he was a big show-boat and a 'player'. You never bothered with him for that reason. But Alfred was blond, wore glasses and had blue eyes.

"You look alot like someone I know," You said, your voice coming out crackly from aparent screams of the day before.

"I know, Alfred, right?" He said. His voice had a slight southern drawl to it.

"How do you know Alfred?" You asked, getting nervous.

"Because I am Alfred, well sorta'. I come from a different dimension, alot like yours here, but we have to fight to survive. Ya' see, from my world, there are no such things as 'laws' and everyone tries to kill eachother, alot worse than here, yes?" He said. You froze immideately. How could this be possible? Different dimensions?

"Thats not possible," You started. "Theres no such thing as different dimensions, its not even plausable, you're obviously a wanna-be imposter." He smirked at your words.

"Well looks like the pretty one is the smart type," He said. "Anyway, since you'll be here for a while, you can call me Jones, don't get me messed up with that Alfred, you'll pay for it if you do." His words froze you as he caught sight of the flower in your hair.

"And you see this flower," He plucked it from your hair and got eye-to-eye level with you. "In a few days or so, you'll be just like it." He then turned it to dust in his palms. You began to sweat nervously.

"What are you going to do with me?" You hissed. You were tired of his games and wanted to get straight to the point.

"Oh, nothing yet, but you'll find out," He said. His voice made you shiver, for that matter, just his words could get you shaking. You could hear a cell-phone begin to ring. Its tone was, 'They're going to take me away.' Jones picked his phone from his pocket and answered.

"Yeah Artie?" He said. There was some rambling over the line and then a blood curdling scream. You shivered at the thought of what that 'Artie' could be doing.

"Yes I have the captive, what do you want me to do with her?" Jones said. You shivered at the thought of what he might be meaning. The conversation went on for about 10 minuets before Jones hung up. He smirked evily twoards you.





"We're going to have so much fun little (f/n)~"