Through Hell
Chapter 2
The second he heard the footsteps lurch towards him, he shifted his weight to his feet and started running down the hallway as fast as his thin but powerful legs could take him. His mind was jumbled, and it didn't help when a gunshot rang out through the hallway, and part of the cement hallway shattered and exploded in front of him. He quickly ducked down a bit as he was running, hearing the yelling of a man behind him. "Happy shit, I just missed em'." "That's about all your fuckin' good for bolt brains."
Another gunshot rang through his ears and a harp pain, white hot searing blossomed in his shoulder, and he soon found himself falling forward and soon his body meeting the cold cement ground. "Shit, shit, shit…" Scout quickly hissed out in pain, using his bat to push himself up. No, he wouldn't go down without a fight. He cut across to a corner in the hallway, pressing his back flat against the rough cement surface. Bat in hand, he quieted his heaving and waited till a pair of feet found themselves in front of Scout. Quickly, a smirk appearing on his face, he pulled the bat back with both hands on the grip and swung- dead center into the face of the man cutting across the corner. The sickening crunch of cartilage and bone was heard, and the bloody faced man fell back down onto the ground. Scout hopped in front of the corner, only to hear the sound of a shotgun being pumped.
He twisted as quick as he could, but it was too late- the gunshot fired, and little BB's dug into the least calf on his leg. He let out a throaty scream and fell on the ground. The feeling of the Crimson liquid trickling out of the new found foreign objects embedded in his skin. He felt a rough hand grasp the back of his red shirt, and slammed him against the wall, Scout's head whipped back and was met with the cold hard cement wall. For a moment everything around him was a blur, so when another form emerged next to the one holding him against the wall Scout barely took notice to it. Letting out a shaky breath, he could feel his eyes dropping, and the faintest feeling of a needle being pushed into his neck. Scout's body soon became limp, drifting into a pained darkness.
When Scout came to, he was sitting down, and almost instantly he could feel a burning pain in his shoulder, but mainly condensed in his left calf. He groaned, leaning his head back a bit and letting his neck pop.
"Oh, you're finally awake~..."
Scout jerked a bit to the side, but the restraints holding him to the chair kept him from moving very much. He lolled his head over to see where the voice was coming from. Sure enough he saw a figure. A tall lanky male, long chin length scraggly looking blonde hair that looked naturally curly. A dark stubble across his face, and a cigarette dangling out of his mouth. He took a step forwards towards Scout, "Do you know who I am, Boy?" Scout looked up at him, swallowing a little lump in his throat. "No, I don't know who the hell at are, but you do remind me of a subway bum-" Scout was quickly cut off by a punch to the jaw that left his mind spinning. "I am Bram Edgar, an old… Acquaintance of that rat father of yours."