The Good Left Undone.||

Chapter Three: Plunge

Sid paced around the room, running a hand through his tousled hair. He shook his head, trying to figure out a way to find him. Just anything that left a trace of his best friend. He was hurt. God, he could die out there. What was he going to do? He couldn't help but flinch at the thought of losing Tobey. He sat down, trying to concentrate on anything but that. He shook his head, tears reaching his eyes almost immediately. He tried to shake them away with unspoken reasoning. He tried anything to get the negative thoughts out of his mind. He finally stopped pacing.

"Sid?"

He glanced up to his see his sister, Sue. His face broke out into a fake smile. The eerie calmness finally settled into the both of them.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Nana says she may know where Tobey is. She told me to tell you to get ready." She murmured her long raven hair hung below her eyes, shielding any emotion from her face. Sid nodded, following in suit with Sue. She traveled down the small pathway, meeting Nana at the end. Her expression was almost emotionless, if you didn't look into her eyes. They were full of desperation and panic. He guessed she was just as worried about Tobey as he was.

"Let's go,"

For a moment, Tobey finally caught his breath. He gasped for air as if it would be the last time he ever received the precious air. The excruciating pain from his stomach made the entire room blurred. He tried to see what his so-called father was setting up. It looked like some kind of ritual. He struggled to sit up, failing once more as his body slammed to the ground. The cold chains against his skin cut through his flesh, making the room even colder than it was before. Tobey's eyes franticly tried to find some way to get out of this hellhole. His attempts were in vain.

Kong Li approached him with a sneer plastered across his face. He pressed his pale hand onto Tobey's face, sending him spiraling backwards as the images slammed into his mind. He couldn't help but grasp onto those once so sweet childhood memories. He tried to resist them, feeling the pain pooling around him. They flashed within his head, being strikingly familiar to an old fashioned movie. A woman with long raven hair hummed as she picked up her precious child. He instantly recognized the child as himself. The child lifted up his chubby fingers, trying to reach to his mother. A silent tear slid down the woman's cheek, giving her child a watery smile. She gently pressed her lips against his forehead as the scene faded into black.

Tobey opened his eyes, gazing at his father.

"That was…" He murmured listlessly.

"Yes, that was your mother." Kong Li gazed at Tobey.

For once, he caught a glimpse of remorse in the cold man's eyes. He slowly reached for the chains, pulling out more to chain down his stomach against the cold floor. He solemnly made his way to the edge of the room, returning with a knife at hand. Tobey's eyes widened with fear, his father coming closer with each step. A sinister grin grew upon the older man's lips as he brought the tip of the knife to Tobey's neck.

"It's a shame. You look so much like her."

Tobey resisted the urge to scream as he brought the knife down upon his skin. It dug deep into his skin, yet not enough to permanently injure him. Blood pooled around his back as Kong Li traced patterns onto his skin.

"W-What are you-?" He sucked in a breath.

Suddenly, the chains become loose, Tobey trashed against the old man, trying to escape the man's grasp. He slammed his battered body against the wall, causing Tobey to cry out in pain. He slid down the wall, his body finally shutting down on him. He couldn't move at all. Even if he could, he wouldn't. He felt himself being dragged across the floor, drawn to the center of the room. Candles were lit around him as his father raised his voice in chants. Most of them were in Chinese, yet not the modern Chinese Tobey knew. He didn't recognize any of the words, nor did he care.

His body jerked forward as he screamed in agony. The pain never seemed to end. The burning feeling spread throughout his entire body as he felt every single one of his ribs break. The glowing atmosphere engulfed his body, sending out light from all directions. He cracked his eyes open, wrenching out in pain once again. Kong Li drew closer to him, with the bloody knife at hand.

The last part of the ritual…

Tobey was almost thankful for it.

Until…

Kong Li drew his hand up, plunging the knife into his son's chest.

Then, darkness.

The pain.

It was still there.

But…

Why couldn't he wake up?


Oh yeeeyyyyy. A cliffhanger, hmmm?

I apologize for it being so short. I'm grounded from my computer and all electronics so I've updated this on my school computers. 8D

Hope you like it. I fell in love with this story, and of course Tobey whump.

Gotta love torturing my favorites. 333

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