This chapter bothers me!

I did a little to much skipping around in this one, but if i didn't skip then i would literally have to explain the whole day in detail

So i kept it down to this.

Sorry if it bothers anyone else!

But otherwise enjoy!

I own nothing, not even the zombies! Except if my parakeet turned into a zombie, then technically i would own a zombie! AWESOME!

Chapter 7

Don jerked awake hard, feeling his legs kick for the solid ground, but not feeling any. His vision came back to him and he saw his hands were cuffed together and connected to something on the ceiling. He looked down and saw his feet were not touching the ground. He kicked his feet to try and feel the floor, but he couldn't. He began to panic, "HELP!" He screamed. Looking around, he had a feeling he wasn't in the police station anymore.

"HELP!" He shouted.

"No one's going to hear you" Don heard a voice say. He looked and saw Chad coming out of a shadow in the corner.

"What is this? What's going on?" Don asked quickly.

"I have questions" Chad said, something fell from his hand and hit the floor, Don saw the whip as he held it in his hand, "You have answers"

"No...No please I'll answer your question, please don't-" Don felt an excruciating amount of pain in his upper leg as Chad swung the whip at him.

"Shut the f*ck up" He said.

Don clenched his teeth and waited for the ungodly amount of pain passed. He let out a small whine.

"Now…You four have been most likely hiding for a good amount of time, somewhere where people didn't notice, or see you…I want to know where it is...Now" He said.

Don couldn't take another hit like that, so he came out with it, "We had…we had a secret lair"

*Slap*

Don let out a painful scream and the agonizing pain traveled up his leg. He tightened up all his muscles and kicked his feet.

"Don't give me that bullshit, do you expect me to believe you had a secret 'lair'" Air quotes around the lair.

"But we did! We found it" Don pleaded, "I'll take you to god Damnit, it's there!"

Chad was silent for a second, then by complete surprise Don felt the end of the whip connect with his other leg. Don screamed his lungs out in pain. He took in air and waited.

"Enough bullshit" Chad shouted.

"Ok…Ok…I'll tell you" Don said softly.

"There we go…Now tell me" Chad said.

"We…found…-" Don whispered something.

"What?" Chad said getting closer to him.

Bingo.

Don jerked his knee forward and struck Chad in the chest, Chad yelped and stepped back, and Don extended his leg and kicked him in the face. He fell backward and Don swung his legs forward, when he got enough height, he placed his foot on the ceiling, readied himself, then pulled at the chains as hard as he could. He felt them give away a little bit before he felt a hand wrap around his ankle. Chad pulled him feet down and smashed his fist into Don's face.

"You piece of shit" Chad said, spitting on the ground. "I…I tried…I tried to be nice with you, but you don't want me to. Fine by me" He said, slamming his fist into his jaw. Don forced his head back from the pain, he coughed out, feeling blood leave his lips.

He watched as Chad backed away and ready his whip.

…..

An hour later

Chad opened the door of the police station and looked inside, it was empty, everyone was probably still sleeping. He shoved Don through the door and watched as he fell to the floor.

"Get up" Chad said, grabbing him by the shell and forcing him to walk. He opened the door to the cells and peeked inside, the three of them were still sleeping. Good.

Chad quietly walked inside with Don, hands cuffed and mouth taped. He slid the keys into the lock and unlocked the cell door. He threw Don inside and quietly closed the door.

"You get a free pass" He said as he locked up, then tossed the hand cuff key into the cell.

Don watched him as he walked out of the room, then looked at his brothers that slept peacefully. He tried to stand up, but ended up falling to the ground, pain jolting through his system. He crawled to the key and managed to pick it up behind his back. He unlocked it the cuffs and ripped the piece of tape off his mouth. He rubbed his mouth then looked down at legs, all scared up and bleeding slightly. He sighed and leaned his head on his arms.

…

Later on

"Don?" Leo said.

He didn't respond, he just stayed huddled up in the corner.

"What's wrong with him?" Raph asked Leo quietly.

"No idea" Leo answered.

They both saw Mikey kneel down near Don's cell.

"Don?" He said softly.

Don didn't respond.

"Don you're scaring us" Mikey said.

"Don't be" Don replied roughly, "I'm fine"

Mikey stared at him, not knowing what to feel. Mikey looked at Leo and Raph and shrugged. Leo sighed, he signaled Mikey to stop and he began to pace.

"I swear if he keeps us locked in here I'm going to go insane" Raph said, lying down on his bed.

Then they all heard the door open, they looked and saw a slightly muscular man standing there. He slowly walked in and looked around. His long and greasy looking hair hung just near his neck, his red V-neck shirt was torn at the bicep and his black jeans with the studded belt. This guy had rock star written all over him.

"Hey" He said nervously.

"Hey" Leo said back.

"Umm…I'm Trent" He finally said.

"Cool" Leo responded.

"You're the guitarist that Terri was talking about right?" Mikey asked.

"Yep, that's me" Trent said.

"That's amazing" Raph said sarcastically.

Trent nodded and walked to Don's cage, taking the key and sliding it in the hole and unlocking the door.

"You get a bathroom break" Trent said.

Don looked up at him and shook his head, "Come on…You could use it" Trent said.

Don sighed, grabbed onto the cell and lifted himself up, Trent noticed he was having trouble so he entered the cell and wrapped his shoulder around Don, supporting him. Trent and Don went to the door, Trent looked through to see if the coast was clear.

"Ok, we're good, let's go" Trent said as he and Don disappeared from sight.

"Ummm…Was I the only who noticed the scars?" Mikey said.

"What?" Leo asked.

"He had like scars on his legs, his legs were covered with them" Mikey said.

"What the hell is going on?" Raph asked.

….

Trent opened the bathroom door and guided Don inside, once they entered Trent closed and locked the door.

"What are you doing" Don asked roughly.

Trent didn't answer, he walked to the toilet and shut the lid, guiding Don down to sit on it. "Here, take a seat here" He said.

Don sat down and watched as Trent walked over to the sink and opened the counter, pulling out a first aid kit. He opened it and took out the disinfectant and the bandages. He walked back to Don and began to disinfect each scar.

"I know what he did to you" Trent said.

"You do?" Don asked, cringing as the stinging pain emerged.

"Yeah…and he won't stop until you give him what he want's" Trent said.

Don was quiet, "Why do you stay with him?" Don asked.

"Because, we have nowhere else to go, its earthier stay with him where we know it's safe, or go out there and probably die" Trent said.

He had a point, but Don didn't know if Chad was what you call safe, "Wait…How do you know what he did?" Don asked.

Trent stood up, stretched his back and slid his shirt off, revealing a perfectly toned body, he turned around, Don cringed at the sight of the many scars on his back, clearly from a whip.

"Jesus" Don said.

"Yeah…We never saw eye to eye" He said as he slid his shirt back on, "And when we found him, he did some digging around and found out that I've been arrested and convicted" Trent said.

Don froze with that one.

"Don't worry, I'm not like that…what I did was…an accident…and I did my time" Trent said as he began to bandage Don's legs.

Don didn't know whether to ask, but it slipped out, "What did you do"

Trent sighed.

"If you don't want to tell me I understand" Don said quickly.

"No its…it's fine…I was nineteen…and I threw a party at my house, it was just me and my little brother" Don could tell Trent was having a hard time, but he continued, "And in the middle of the party, I thought it would be cool if I brought out my dad's pistol out and show everyone. My friend told me to put it away before anyone got hurt….but I didn't listen. And some punk ass tried to take the gun away from me to be cool, we fought for a second before the gun went off. I turn around and see that I shot my little brother in the chest" Don felt his heart tighten, he saw a tear roll down Trent's eye, "Everyone got scared and left, the neighbors called the police, and I didn't move. I stayed there, holding my dying brother in my arms. Minutes later…he died in my arms"

"Oh god" Don said softly.

"Parents wanted nothing to do with me anymore, sentence to prison for 9 months, I ended up staying for 2 years, my choice. And I met this guy in prison, we ended up becoming really good friends and when we got out, we started a band" Trent finished.

Don didn't know what to say.

"And that bastard made me spill that story, no mercy, threatening to kill me…and when I told him…he didn't believe me and whipped me a few more times…there was nothing else I could do…so I said I murdered someone. He smiled and let me go…and that smile…still haunts me to this day" Trent said.

Don sat on the toilet in silence, waiting for someone to break the silence. Then Trent stood up and held out his hand for Don. "We cool?" He asked.

Don looked at the hand, then at him, smiled and grabbed his hand, "Yeah"

Trent pulled him up and helped him out, "Good…we need to look out for each other now"

….

Don's eyes jerked open, he felt the cold sweats run down his skin. He bolted up and covered his face with his hands. He took deep breaths and uncovered his face. He took one last deep breath before opening his eyes. The light from the window lit the room a bit but not a lot, he looked around confused. Why does he always seem to wake up at this hour? He didn't know, he looked at Mikey's cell and saw him peacefully sleeping in his bed, and then looked in Leo's cell.

His heart dropped.

The bed was empty.