This is something that I came up with recently. Obviously, I'm working off of a complete AU ending that I made up because Josh is alive, which means that Pax didn't see his body at all when he was inside the factory thingy. And I want to make one thing perfectly clear, yes Hostel was a gory movie but my fic here won't be half as bad as the movie was, I promise. Now before you start reading my work, I advise you to read the warnings below VERY throughly because I won't be tolerating any shit from ignorant people who were too dumb to read them.
WARNING: Story contains violence, slash (Man on man relations), mentions of rape, spelling errors done by a college student and swearing. If any of those gives you the wiggles, don't read. Flames will be ignored, mocked, and exploited by my many fans. Now that we have all of that crap out of the way, happy reading and I hope you enjoy.
Chapter one
The barrel of the gun was still smoking as it fell from his trembling fingers and clattered against the cold stone floor. He just killed man. He just killed – no, not a man but a monster. He just killed a monster, the monster that was hurting him. The monster that cut his fingers off.
Paxton swallowed deeply. His hands where still shaking, his left hand throbbed painfully and more tears started developing inside of his eyes. Ignoring the pain, he reached for the gun, dropping it a few times due to his shaking hand and straightened his chair. He pulled the silver barrel back and waited for the click of the bullet entering the chamber to sound.
He wasn't safe yet, there was still a guard outside the door.
He held the glock tightly to his chest and cleared his throat. He could do this, the man outside the door was another monster, he was one of them men that dragged him in here. If he was going to make it out of here he couldn't afford to be hesitant.
He regained his nerve and called out to the guard, his fingers wound tightly around the glock's handle. A small moment later, he heard the door open and forced himself to remain perfectly still. He could do this, he could do it.
The guard moved into the ideal position behind him and he swallowed once more before turning around and firing the gun.
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Paxton groaned as his left hand throbbed in pain from his severed fingers. His hand was covered with blood and unless he found a way to halt the bleeding he knew he'd pass out soon.
Slumping hard against the wall behind him, Paxton slowly stuck his out and peaked around the corner. When he saw the hallway was empty he sighed relieved and slowly stumbled his way towards the closed door at the end of it.
His blood covered fingers slipped easily on the door's brass handle but he eventually got his shaking fingers around the small handle and was able to turn it. The bright light inside of the room nearly blinded him as he slid into the room. He shielded his eyes in the crook of his arm until he felt ready to open them.
Thankfully, the room was empty. It looked like a break room, there were a few tables and chairs scattered around the room's length and a row of lockers near the room's large windows. Paxton wasted no time stumbling towards the lockers and ripping them open looking for anything useful.
When he pulled the first one open, a flash of movement from the window grabbed his attention and his eyes honestly refused to believe what they saw. The large window overlooked the factory's parking lot and the floor he was currently on wasn't that far from the ground so he didn't have any problems recognizing the two figures he was staring at, the problems was getting his brain to believe it.
One of the guards that drug him into the bloodied torture cell was talking to a member of the local police, not just any member, the officer he reported Josh and Oli's disappearance too. Disgust and anger mixed together inside his stomach and Pax quickly turned his attention away from the window.
The second locker he opened contained a small t-shirt which he immediately grabbed and tore strips off of and used to bandage his severed fingers. He was no doctor but he knew he should apply pressure to them to stop the bleeding. He found a black suit in the third one and decided to change into it. Just as he pulled the jacket off it's hanger a small white business card slid out of it's front pocket and landed softly on the stone floor. Hesitantly, Paxton bent down and picked it up.
Elite Hunting
(Oh god.)
Paxton swallowed deeply, his throat starting to feel raw. A hunting group, no fucking way? People don't do shit like this. He turned the card over and felt a small whimper escape his mouth.
$5,000- Rus
10,000- Eur
25,000- Amr
(No fucking way!)
The whole left side of his chest swelled with fear. This had to be a nightmare because there was no way reality was this twisted and sick. There was no way–
"What do you think?"
Pax jumped and immediately spun around. The sight behind him was more then enough to make him scream but he forced himself to hold it in. One of the tortures stood less then ten feet away from him with a puzzled expression on his face.
"So what do think, how do I look? I feel like a fucking butcher or a surgeon or some shit." The man shrugged and unsnapped his mask.
Paxton stared at him for a long moment, the fingers of his good hand tightening nervously. What the hell, this man was asking his opinion on his outfit?
"I feel so ridiculous in this thing but I guess you need it huh." The man mused as he approached the mirror a few feet away from him.
Paxton couldn't help his sigh of relief, the man didn't recognize him. He thought he was one of the tortures as well. Ducking his head, Paxton quietly walked behind him towards the door.
"Hey, wait a sec." The man grabbed his arm and Paxton couldn't help flinching. "How was it?"
Paxton stared at him fearfully for a long moment and then realized the man wanted him to say something.
"Um." He chocked a bit as he forced the words out of his mouth. "Um, good."
"Goddamn mother fucker, with money it should be." The man grinned evilly and went to retrieve his gloves from one of the small tables. "What did you go for, a local? European?"
"American." Pax stuttered, trying hard to keep his composure.
"American? Anit that a bitch, another big spender." The man boasted joyfully.
Paxton shuttered and bit his lip. He could get through this, he just needed to hold on for a little while longer.
"They have the same thing lined up for me, an American. A young one too I hear. They originally snagged him for some Dutch asshole to have fun with. Well he certainly had fun with him, I can tell you that much, but the dumb bastard paid all that money and he left him alive." The man laughed and shook his head. "Dumb bastard, oh well. One man's loss is another's gain."
Paxton's stomach did a full turn inside of his body. "What, what do you mean?"
The man finished his gloves and turned around, wearing a grin that nearly made Pax vomit.
"Well, they can't leave him alive now can they? They offered him to me for half of the price. I've been waiting a week for this shit man, women are one thing, but they're easy to break. I plan on having some fun with this one, I hear he's pretty too."
The man laughed again and pulled a silver glock out of it's holster around his waist and held it up proudly.
"I mean, I've been all over the world but this, this is different, this is something you'll never forget, am I right?"
Paxton started feeling light-headed. Oh god, just looking at this man him feel sick. He was talking about torturing someone like it was a drinking game.
"R–right. Never forget." He mumbled, disparity wanting to be away from this monster.
"Can I ask you something, personal, do you mind? How did you do it? Did you do real slow or did you just get it over with right away? That's why I asked for the gun, I just wanted to fucking do it quick but now, I–I just want to feel it, know what I mean?"
Bile started working its way up Pax's throat and he tried to swallow it down.
"Quick. Make it quick."
The man gave him another puzzled look before that horrid grin came back.
"Fuck that shit, it's too American. I'm doing it old school."
He wailed loudly and tossed the gun inside the laundry basket before he happily bounded towards the door. When the door closed behind him, Paxton immediately bolted for the sink on the far wall and empted what was left inside his stomach into it.
"Jesus." He wheezed and ran the tap to clean himself up a bit. "This place is fucked."
When his stomach settled he stumbled over towards the door and bent inside the laundry basket to retrieve the discarded glock. He checked the magazine, relieved to see all fifteen bullets where inside of it and tucked it inside his belt. The door creaked as it closed behind him but Pax paid it no mind and bolted for the staircase.
He was almost outside, he could tell from the faint breeze emitting from the door at the bottom. He pulled it open and took a few deep breaths of clean air before he resumed running. He crossed the walkway and bounded down more stairs and froze as his feet landed on the cobble stoned ground.
A loud, piercing scream tore from the old, rundown factory behind him and his stomach turned violently. That scream...that voice...it couldn't be.
(Josh?)
Fearfully, Pax turned around and stared at the building with a wary eye. There was no mistaking it, that was his friend's pain filled scream. He turned his head and gazed at the line of cars a few hundred feet away from him. He could make it, if he hurried. He could get help and bring them back here.
Another scream reached his ears and Pax felt himself whimper. Even if he went to get help, they wouldn't make it back in time. Josh could be dead by then.
He gazed at the parking lot for a long moment before he made up his mind. Not again. He wasn't going to let this happen again, this time he could actually do something instead of watching helplessly. Josh wasn't going to be like the little drowned girl that haunted him for years, not when he could prevent it.
Slowly he dug the glock out of his belt, readied it by sliding a bullet in it's chamber and turned around. There was a dangerous glint inside of his dark eyes as he pushed the door open and walked back into the hell he just escaped from.
(I'm coming Josh...just hang on for a bit longer...)
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