The three girls were woken from their sleep by the door slamming open.
"We're going somewhere," the blonde kidnapper stated tying Santana's wrist with rope. "Don't say anything." After tying each girl's wrist, he lead them outdoors.
Santana and Brittany almost fell over, being blinded by the light. Standing in a line the girls were able to get a good look at their kidnappers. All the guys looked to be in their early 20s.
Wren moved towards the girls, and give each rope a small tug. "They're too tight, Dustin."
The blonde turned and looked Wren up and down. "If you untie them, and they get away, I will beat your ass." Dustin walked away, leaving Wren to retire the ropes.
After hours of riding silently with their kidnappers, they pull up to a house. The house was hidden behind a forest of trees. The girls were rushed out of the vehicle and rushed inside. They're taken upstairs and untied in an attic.
Santana listened to the guys lock the door and walk downstairs. "We have to get out of here." She started, moving towards the only window. Mercedes and Santana try to push the window up, but the girls failed.
"It won't open." Mercedes threw her hands up. "We're going to get out, but now that way." She scanned the room for a moment. "Let's try this," she said holding up a weight. Ready to throw the weight, she froze hearing the door open.
"You can't break the window," Wren explained, standing in the doorway. He moved to sit a pan of meat on the table. "Eat up," he smirked.
All three girls started between him and the mystery meat.
"It's safe. See." He breaks a piece of meat and eats it. He shrugged and moved back towards the door. "I guess you'll eat when you are ready." He relocked the door.
As the sound of footsteps disappeared, Brittany collapsed to the floor. Santana and Mercedes rushed to their weeping friend.
"It's going to be ok, Britt." Mercedes pulled the girl to her chest. "We're going to get out, and everyone's going to SO happy to see us." Mercedes felt a tear escape her own eye. "Lord Tubbington will throw you a welcome home party." Mercedes continued talking until she heard the skinny blonde softly snoring in her arms. "What are you doing?" Mercedes loudly whispered, watching the Latina stand.
"I'm getting the hell out of here," she admitted, searching around the room. Using a loose nail from the floor, she picked the lock fit for a skellington key. "Get Britt, and come on." She peeked through the cracked door then turned back to her friend who showed no sign of moving. "Come on," she repeated herself.
"No," Mercedes denied. "Who knows what would happen if we got caught."
"We don't know what would happen if we stay."
"I would take that chance."
Santana rolled her eyes, and stepped out the room, leaving her friends behind. After tiptoeing down the flight of stairs she reached a long hall. Unsure of the directions out, she turned left. Walking down the endless hall, she hears a door open. Scared of being caught, she hurried into the closest room. She breathed slowly, listening to footsteps pass the door. Unsure if she should leave the room, she turned from the door to study her surroundings. Her eyes widened at the sight in front of her. Santana moved to study the scene closer.
The walls were covered by pictures of Mercedes. Picture of her with her friends and family. The photos moved around the room like a timeline. It began with the New Directions performing at nationals, and ended with the Troubletones at sectionals. All the pictures were taken at a distance, as if the photographer didn't want to be seen.
"What are you doing in here?"
Santana was paralyzed by the voice.
"You weren't suppose to leave the room upstairs," Wren stated, reaching for Santana's arm to take her back to the attic.
"What the hell is this?" she asked, pulling away from the brown haired kidnapper.
"I can't tell. Come on." He pulled her out the room by her wrist. "You could get in a lot of trouble," he whispered lead her up the stairs. He sped up the stairs, hearing a low yowl escape the attic through the cracked door.
In the attic Mercedes howled from pain. She struggled to shake her wrist free of the large unknown guy. She could feel the buzzed cut brunette tighten his grip as she continued to fight. She looked down at his hands, trying to avoid looking into his cold, brown eyes.
Wren rushed over and wrapped his arm around the guy's neck. After pulling him away from Mercedes, Wren rushed to stand between them. He held his arm out, stopping the guy from coming any closer. "Leave her alone," he ordered causing the angry guy to storm out the room and slam the door behind him. "Are you ok? What happened?" Wren asked, reaching for the wrists of the watered eyed girl. "You can tell me."
Santana turned her friend towards her. "Mercedes, tell me what happened."
"He tried to hurt Brittany," Mercedes answered with sniffles. The pain still lingered under the dark bruises. "I pulled him away from her, and he starts yelling."
"Don't worry." Wren reached to Mercedes, but backed away as she flinched. "I'm gonna handle him," he announced, walking towards the door.
"What the hell, Jason?" Wren yelled, storming into the room with the three other guys.
Connor rushed to stop Wren. "Chill," he ordered his squirming friend. He was clueless to what Wren was mad about, but he didn't want to see a fight.
"Stay away from them. Don't go ANYWHERE near them." Wren knew how short tempered Jason could be. He didn't want any of the girl hurt.
Jason released a snicker. "I don't have to listen to a damn thing you say. Isn't it time for your nap, youngster," he joked before walking out the room. As he passed Wren, he slapped him in the back of the head. "You're so damn weak."
