Thanks so much for all the nice things you have to say!! I know, I know... I keep saying be nice, but hey, I am sensitive:-) Well, here is number 3! Read, review... Poor Tom... and Doug... Hope you like it!!
Chapter 3
There was nowhere they could go. Tom stood as still as he could next to Doug as the men continued to circle around them. Doug stepped in front of Tom trying to protect his injured partner and friend. The two men were backed into a corner. Doug looked around the half circle. The men looking back were beginning to crowd in towards the young officers.
Doug was beginning to feel like a caged animal wanting to protect it's young. Doug lunged towards the crowd of men. Three of the men easily took Penhall to the floor. Punches and kicks showered him mercilessly. Doug tried to fight back but three to one was never good odds for anyone.
Tom watched as his friend was mercilessly assaulted by Grant and Dustin's thugs. Hanson made an attempt to try and take on the men attacking Doug only to be overpowered by the other three. Tom fought the men restraining him while screaming for them to stop. Tom found himself being dragged away from Doug. Tom fought so hard but it was not use, he was just too weak from the previous beating. Tom fell to the floor with a thump. "NO… Dou-AGHHH…" Tom screamed loudly as one of the men planted a boot in his already injured side.
Grant and Dustin watched as the men ripped Tom and Doug apart. The two men coldly stared as there men pounded on Doug. Taking turns kicking and punching at the downed officer. They watched as Tom was overpowered and thrown to the ground. For them it was the start of vindication, after all they had taken their brother away.
Upon Grant's command the men pulled Tom to his knees lacing his broken wrist to his good wrist and jerking him to his feet. Tom felt the grinding pain of a broken rib in his side as he tried desperately to get away from them to help Doug. "Let me go…" Tom moaned weakly. "Doug…" His friend lay in a crumpled unconscious heap on the floor. Two of the men stood by his friend ting his wrists together, dragging Doug behind them. "Doug… let him go you bastards…" was the last words that Tom was allowed to say before he was violently hit in the head and knocked unconscious.
Tom awoke in a two chair facing a video camera. Tom's wrists were tied together in front of him and he had a cloth gag shoved in his mouth. He shivered from the cold or was it the pain, maybe it was fear, he was not sure but he was feeling it all. His broken wrist hurt but not more than his rib cage. The gag was making it difficult for him to take in a decent breath. He squeezed his eyes shut as a muffled groan escaped from him. He tried to lift his head to look around but the pain in his head made it difficult to open his eyes. He was not sure what he had been hit with, but right now it felt like a lead brick. He bit down hard on the cloth in his mouth. He felt something rising in his throat, like he was going to be sick. The whole set up in front of him was making him nauseous.
Doug was already awake when he heard Tom stirring in the chair next to him. Looking over he could see Hanson's eyes were squeezed shut. The look was evident that his friend was in a lot of pain. His chin was sagging as his dark bangs hung limp over his eyes. He seemed too struggled with every breath. Doug immediately tried to stand to go to the aid of his friend only to be pushed back down into the chair. Doug's wrists were tied in front of him. Despite the pain that seemed to rage throughout his entire body Doug wanted to stand up and loosen the knots holding his friend captive. Doug struggled fervently to no avail with the knots holding him. He also had a gag shoved in his mouth preventing him from using the obscenities he so desperately wanted too. Doug quickly looked over at Tom who looked back at him. Tom tried to take a deep breath, and then looked back down at the floor. Doug stopped struggling once he saw what was going on in front of them.
The group of six men stood behind the video camera. One was waiting for a signal from Grant and Dustin to turn on the equipment. The others just watching, keenly As Dustin and Grant walked behind the two officers.
"Well boys…" Grant began in his cold demeanor, "…why don't you look up at the camera and smile…" He began to laugh. Penhall felt a hand on his shoulder. He immediately began to fight the hand. He had had enough at this point. His best friend was sitting beside him suffocating to death because of a broken rib. This was his breaking point. Doug stopped, wide eyed, when heard the all too familiar 'CLICK' of a revolver.
Grant pulled out a gun and shoved it against Tom's temple. He grabbed a handful of the young officer's hair and looked at Penhall "Listen up COP I will give him a new hole in his head to breathe through if you don't settle down and do what I tell you." Tom let out a muffled groan as the man tugged at his already aching head. He closed his eyes as tight as he could and waited for the mad man to end his suffering. "Now, look at the camera..." With that said the man shoved Tom's head forward and slapped him in the back of his head for good measure. Tom let out a shaky breath and looked pleadingly at this partner.
One of Grant's goons stepped up behind the camera and turned it on. He shook his head and pointed in the direction of Hanson and Penhall. Grant and Dustin stood behind the two officers and held a gun to the back of both of their heads. Grant looked at the camera and said, "I have two of your officers Captain Fuller." He yanked the gag out of Tom's mouth and pulled him to his feet. Tom let out a gasp as the sudden move sent shockwaves of pain streaming through his body. His wrist was throbbing and he could feel the ropes getting tighter from the swelling. "State your name, cop…" Grant instructed the young officer. Tom looked at Grant and at Doug not quite sure what to say. His throat was parched and his mouth was dry and there was a ringing in his ears making it a little difficult to understand what to say. "Your name COP!!" Grant slammed his weapon into Tom's rib causing his knees to buckle and Tom to scream out in agony. Doug fought with the man holding him in his chair only to have every weapon there pointed in his direction. Tom regained his composure as best he could. He slowly opened his mouth and stuttered "Off-Officer… Tom… Hanson…"
"Good Boy." Grant slammed the officer back down in his chair with no regard to the pain he was in. Tom groaned as he dropped. He ribs had been jarred again. He sucked in air trying to make the pain lessen. Tom took a ragged shallow breath as he closed his eyes willing this all to go away. He then felt Grants weapon against his skull.
Dustin and two others pulled the struggling Penhall out of his chair tugging his gag out. Dustin looked at the officer pointed the weapon at his head stating "Be good, no heroics, or I will hurt Tommy real bad. Now, your name…"
Doug looked at the man holing him and then at Tom who sat looking back at him. He looked at the camera and defeated stated "Officer Douglas Penhall…" He stared down at his feet as Dustin pushed him back into his chair. Dustin looked back at Grant and nodded.
Grant continued saying, "Now I want my brother Lance returned to me or I will take these very pretty boys apart and send them back to you 1 piece at a time. Someone will be in contact with you to let you know where an exchange can be made."
It was at this point that Grant decided to drive the point home and that was when the shot rang out.
OK, again I say, poor Tommy and Doug... I am not done yet... If you have an opinion let me know!! Ok, quick READ and REVIEW!! I will be checking all day!! Oh yes... It appears the rest of Jumpstreet is about to appear...YIKES!!
