Title: This is Hell
Author: Hollyclaw
Rating: T, but may change to M later on.
Genre: Angst/Drama.
Fandom: 21 Jump Street
Pairing/Characters: Tom, Doug, Booker, and everyone else in the wonderful 21 Jump Street cast. Probably no pairings so far…I don't know.
Disclaimer: If I owned Jump Street, I would have Johnny Depp and Peter DeLuise in my closet. Nothing is there except for maybe an old corpse from three years ago. Oh shit…never mind.
Summary: Tom is held hostage and beaten as people demand the whereabouts of a person he doesn't know. Can his friends find him before its too late?
Warning: Torture, hurt, torment, and anything else I can throw in here without my reviewers being too pissed at me.
A/ N: Wrote this while bored one Saturday afternoon. Don't know where I'm going with this. Don't even know why I'm posting this. I blame cable.
Hanson felt three more blows come down on his head and he whimpered in agony while blood poured down from his forehead and nose. He raised his hands in a feeble attempt to protect himself, but the punches and kicks just went for his mid-section. He was pretty sure that he felt a rib snap, but it could have just been anything.
"Please…stop," Hanson pleaded. He coughed up some blood and started to sob. His body couldn't take much more of this.
"We will stop as soon as you tell us where Andrew is." Each word was accompanied by a kick to the stomach. Hanson groaned in pain and wanted to scream. Where was Doug?
Wasn't he supposed to be on assignment with him today?
"I don't know an Andrew," Tom managed to say in between painful gasps.
"We know you do. Your people arrested him last month for selling guns to escaped criminals from jail. Now do you remember? You were the one who locked him up. Now, where is Andrew?" his captor growled.
Ah, that Andrew. The FBI had that case about a month ago. They had caught the guy and locked him up in on of their fancy FBI jails. Fuller had mentioned the case briefly and Booker had wanted to take the case, but it was FBI's, not Jump Street's case. Tom knew nothing about Andrew or his whereabouts.
"Jon, I don't think he's going to crack tonight. Let's take him to the van and take him back to the place. We can work on him again tomorrow," another one of his tormenters said.
The guy called Jon nodded and they got a blindfold and blindfolded Hanson. Tom also felt a gag go around his mouth, cutting off any hope of screaming for help during the ride. He remembered hearing the start of a car and that was the last thing he heard before being knocked out.
Flashback
"Penhall, Hanson, you are going undercover to North High. Apparently some kids are selling imported drugs to people around school. You up for it?" Fuller asked.
"Sure, why not. We can handle it, can't we Hanson?" Doug asked, hitting his friend on the arm.
"Alright. When do we start?" Tom seemed unsure about this case, but it had been a slow week and he wanted something to do.
"Tomorrow."
End Flashback.
"Penhall, where's Hanson? He was supposed to report back in with us thirty minutes ago," Fuller said, walking over to Doug.
"I don't know, coach. He was supposed to meet me at lunch today to tell me what he got, but I never saw him. I thought he came in here early," Doug said, getting a little nervous. Hanson was never late for anything without a good excuse…like he was dying.
"Well he hasn't shown up yet. I don't think we should worry, Hanson is a grown man, he can take care of himself. Now tell me what you got on that gang that your tracking," Fuller said and brushed off Hanson's disappearance.
"Well…"
Oh my, that was horrible and short. Why did I post this again? Oh yeah, cable and boredom. Trust me, it'll get better! Hopefully…Read and review!
Holly