A/N: Morning... I thought of this while I was going to bed last night. It's also to kinda... replace Captured (aka 'Numbers') because I just deleted it. It was my most disappointing story and I was tired of looking at something so messy and unorganized and basically... unfinished.

Also, just a heads up, this story is written in the same time period as the original series (by John Flanagan). Buuut, just to make the writing process a bit easier, I will be using a few... modern objects in it. Not big stuff like cars or anything, (wouldn't that be interesting... lol) I'll be using small things- syringes, IVs, a few medications. *shrug* It's not too big of a deal. I just wrote this so no one would yell at me in the comments saying, "There's no syringes in medieval times, ya idiot!" Lol.

WARNING: This is gonna be SO incredibly angsty, I don't even know how to warn you guys. There will be torture, blood, really descriptive gore, and MAYBE rape... I'm not sure yet.

Enjoy!

Will P.O.V

Pain. Fiery, suffocating, unrelenting pain is all I've felt ever since I was brought here. Not that I know where here is. I shuddered and glanced warily at the door, hoping to God that no one would be coming through it any time soon.

I'm not sure how long I've been here... It could be a week or a month, but at this point I wouldn't know the difference. I have no way of telling how many days have gone by.

The room they keep me in is small, almost claustrophobic. There are no windows and the only exit is a door that they always keep securely locked, except for when they come in.

But I shouldn't worry about it... because Halt will come get me.

Yes, he... seems not to be in any rush to get here, but he will come. He has to. He needs to, before-

Footsteps. Someone's coming.

No... no no no, please no. I scrambled back into the corner farthest from the door, desperately hoping the footsteps would pass by my room and continue down the hall.

Of course, I wasn't that lucky. I never have been.

"Will... Come out, come out wherever you are..." A voice sang happily.

I had to bite my tongue so hard it bled to keep myself from screaming in terror. I started shaking. Keeping my breathing regulated and quiet took so much effort that it almost wasn't worth it.

But he'd find me no matter what I did. It's not like I was really hidden anyways, but staying in the corner made me feel a bit less... exposed.

I really did scream when the door was thrown open and he strolled in. He was tall, with a slight but strong build. He had fluffy, ash blonde hair with piercing green eyes. They reminded me of a snake's... hungry and full of malice.

His name is Ryan.

He turned and smiled at me while twirling his machete in his hand like a toy.

"There you are! Silly boy, always hiding in corners. I'm sorry I haven't been here for a few days. I had some... personal business to attend to. But now I'm back! Didn't you miss me? I know I missed you..." He crooned, walking over to kneel in front of me.

I whimpered and squeezed myself further back into the corner, flinching away when he put a hand out to stroke my cheek.

"Oh, come on. Admit it, you missed me at least a little bit." He chuckled, gently running a hand up my thigh (Just a little info- They haven't given Will any clothes and his old ones were taken, so he's literally buck naked).

Goosebumps rose up all over my body. I wanted to puke. He's such a creep. I haven't let him do anything yet, and I wasn't planning on it. But if Halt doesn't come soon... I shuddered just thinking about it.

He scooted closer to me and I couldn't stand it anymore. As a general rule, I don't like people getting so close to me. Especially not him. So I did the only thing I could think of- I kicked him. Right between the legs.

He yelled in pain and curled up on his side, holding his crotch. I jumped up and bolted for the door, running through it and down the hall. Some old wounds opened and spilled fresh blood, but I couldn't stop. I wouldn't.

There was a door at the end of the hall... I'm pretty sure it's the exit. I pushed myself harder and was almost there when I heard quick footsteps behind me. But what came next was worse.

Ryan had recovered faster than I had hoped he would. He came after me and when he saw that I was so close to escaping, he threw one of his throwing knives.

It flew end over end down the hall and buried itself in the back of my left thigh. Agonizing pain bloomed there and spread throughout my leg. I screamed as my leg gave out and I collapsed onto the floor.

Here's the ironic part- I fell right in front of the door. I felt like this was a cruel joke and the punchline was that it never ended.

Tears poured from my eyes as I laid there, completely still, in fear of making the pain worse. Ryan walked over at a leisurely pace while blood flowed steadily from the wound.

"You really shouldn't have done that. I was planning on spending a nice day with you, celebrating my return. Although now I suppose I'll have to punish you for your behavior." He sighed, leaning down and harshly yanking the knife from my leg.

I gave a weak scream at the immense amount of pain the action caused. I felt more warm blood begin to pour from the area and I panicked even more. I was crying so hard that it was difficult to breathe. It was as if my lungs were refusing to accept any oxygen.

I vaguely felt Ryan grab my leg and begin to drag me down the hallway, back toward my room. Oh god no. I cried harder and started hyperventilating. My leg felt like it was on fire. My stomach lurched sickeningly when I saw the trail of blood my leg left behind as I was dragged.

"Nooo... P-p-please no..." I cried, clawing at the floor in hopes of at least slowing him down.

I struggled feebly, but he was so much stronger than me. Not to mention, he wasn't injured or malnourished. Therefore, fighting him didn't do anything but annoy him.

"Shut up, you stupid little brat." He growled, firmly tugging on my leg.

I screamed as my vision grew dim. My throat was raw and dry and cracked. Even the simple action of swallowing was agonizing.

I faintly noticed my room go by as Ryan angrily muttered curses. Wait, what?! Where are we going then...? My brain didn't have enough oxygen right now to think up another place. That only scared me more.

As if on cue, he looked back at me with an evil smirk.

"I've decided we're gonna stay in my room today. Maybe that'll teach you some manners..."

"NOOO! P-PLEASE DON'T!" I sobbed, desperately fighting to get away from him.

I was dragged into his room and the door slammed shut. I heard the horrifying sound of a lock sliding into place.

Then everything went black.

A/N: What do you think is gonna happen to Will? Is Halt gonna save him in time... or will something bad happen? Please review and tell me what you think! If you have any suggestions, don't be afraid to tell me! :)

Next chapter SHOULD be out soon... Hopefully I'll be motivated enough to write more.