Summary: our three favorite boys wake up in a saw-like dungeon-type room, not knowing how they got there. Will all of them make it out? Rating it T for future violence. No slash, no pairings.
AN: hey, everybody! so this is my first fanfic, so reviews and constructive criticism are definitely appreciated, but please go easy, I'm a delicate little flower lol. I'm not sure what my updating schedule will be like, but rest assured that I'm on this site almost twenty-four-seven, so it likely won't get abandoned, at least not without me letting you guys know. And here's the disclaimer: I don't own The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod or any of its characters just this particular plot line. I also don't own any of the Saw franchise, I mean do I look rich? On with the story!
Unchained
His head was pounding, his ears ringing. What happened? He opened his eyes but immediately closed them, groaning just a bit after being assaulted by a searing, painful white light. Trying again he opened them more slowly, squinting at first. White. Or, at least what was white at some point in time. The ceiling was far away and looked like it hadn't been scrubbed in years. There was one long uncovered fluorescent light fixture in the center of the ceiling of the small room, flickering every once in awhile, further proving the neglect.
There was a shuffling noise beside him and without thinking he turned his head quickly to the side, earning himself more ringing and throbbing. There was a boy about his age sitting across the room from him gripping his head and running his hands down his face as if he too had a headache. He had a tall, lean frame, but upon closer inspection had the barest hint of muscle definition. His clothes and shoes were dirtied the same color as the ceiling.
"Joss?" Vlad asked, slowly getting into a sitting position. Joss removed his hands from his face and Vlad gasped. Joss's face was swollen, he had a black eye and a fat lip and a big bruise forming on his cheek.
"Hey," he croaked, voice cracking. He looked from Vlad to another figured sprawled on his back beside him breathing slowly and evenly; unconscious.
"Henry?" Vlad asked in a similar voice, fear creeping into his tone. He was lying on his back next to Joss looking very much like he'd been dragged there and dumped onto the floor. There was a smaller bruise forming on his cheek as well, but it didn't seem like he had been beaten as thoroughly as Joss had.
Looking around, Vlad saw they were in a small what-used-to-be-white tiled room, no bigger than fifteen feet square. There was one heavy looking rusted metal door on one side of the room with a small narrow opening towards the top and a slightly larger one on the bottom, both looking to be bolted shut from the other side. There was no handle.
On the other side of the room there was a basic, dirty sink caked in grime being held up a few feet out of the floor by two pipes, one in, one out, looking far lower to the ground than it should. On Vlad's side of the room there was a pair of rather scary looking chains bolted to the wall, each a few feet in length and each with their own manacle at the end. On Joss and Henry's side of the room there was a single wooden stake. Vlad couldn't help but notice that the stake was pointing directly at him. There was a small round drain in the center of the room covered by a rusty metal grating and a small camera with a little blinking red light up in the corner between Joss, Henry and the sink.
"Where are we?" Vlad asked, panic rising in his voice. "How did we get here?"
Joss just looked at him, shaking his head. "I don't know."