A/N: Hey guys, just to let you know there will be no update tomorrow as I'm away for the night….Anyways here's chapter 7 :)
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Chapter 7 – Darkness
"Now come on Swarek… you didn't recognize your old friend Anton?" the gruff voice, now clarified as Hill, chuckled as Sam remained bound to his chair. The guys behind Anton stepped forward chuckling.
Sam peered into Anton's eyes, not wanting to seem vulnerable to him. They continued to look into each other's eyes sternly before Anton eventually gave in.
He thrust his hand towards Sam's neck, grasping on to it roughly. Sam felt his breath shortening and it didn't take too long before he was struggling to breath. Anton slowly loosened his grip as Sam gradually regained control over his breathing. Anton began smiling at him evilly "Now are you gonna talk" Anton asked, his eyes full of hate, rage and frustration.
"Depends on what you want to know" Sam answered smugly attempting to gain an upper hand on the situation.
Anton sniggered "well we were wondering where the copy was"
"What copy" Sam questioned.
"The second copy you had from Emily, where I am perceived to be a criminal…"
Sam snorted which in turn earned him a punch to his gut from one of Anton's guys.
"So you have this copy then?" Anton questioned as though nothing had happened.
Sam caught his breath before answering "I didn't say that".
Once again Sam was rewarded with a punch to his gut.
"So where is it?"
"I don't know"
Anton sighed and silently ordered one of his guys forward, who swung his fist into Sam's face. The other guy stepped forward, pushing the chair backwards and Sam hit the floor hard. The guys began kicking him on the floor, each hit more painful than the last.
Anton clicked his fingers and the two men consequently stopped.
"I don't have times to play games Sam, think about that before we come back" the three guys turned and headed to the door "or maybe we'll have to talk to your other friend, Officer McNally wasn't it?" and the door clicked shut.
The room was now in darkness once again and the only sound Sam was able to make out was his own heavy breathing. He coughed and spluttered in an attempt to regain control over it, but failed.
"McNally" he whispered, before he was overcome by his own darkness.
He woke up to darkness.
McNally. He smiled at the thought of her name, images of her soft wavy locks, her bright smile and piercing eyes filling his mind. He was taken over by a pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach, she doesn't deserve this. She doesn't deserve someone who'll put her in danger no matter how unintentional.
He thought of the many times they had both been put in danger as a result of each other's actions, mainly because they didn't want to leave each other alone. They cared too much for that, at least he knew he did. How can someone who gives me so much strength to get through the day suddenly become my greatest weakness, he questioned himself.
He was determined to withdraw her from his thoughts, right now he needed to remain calm.
He heard a scream from next door, Emily he thought. Why didn't she listen to me the first time, Anton Hill does not like being double crossed. He sighed, Now how am I going to get her safe and keep Andy out of this? He pondered, before the excruciating pain overrode his thoughts.
He concentrated on the pain, trying to work out where it was coming from. He could feel the sticky blood on his forehead realising it must have come from when he was taken from his apartment. He could taste copper in his mouth, not knowing whether it was from where he was punched or if he was now coughing up his own blood. Great, he thought pushing his tongue to the inside of his cheek.
For a few seconds nothing filled his mind except pain.
I'm not getting out of here, he thought. It was so unlike him to see the negative side to any situation, that the admission to himself had surprised him.
I'm not going to see her smile at one of my classic jokes, I'm not going to see her roll her eyes at one of my sarcastic remarks or see her get flustered and blush when I make a flirty gesture. All the things I love about her, her little imperfections make her perfect, and I haven't even told her.
Darkness.
