Bram slowly came back into consciousness with a pain in his head. It felt like a hangover but three hundred times worse. He groaned and moved his hand to reach his head and hopefully slap the pain away. But his wrist was stopped all of a sudden. Bram didn't feel it stop, but when he looked over to why he hadn't gotten out of bed yet, he saw what he was looking at. Bram opened his eyes fully and looked over to his wrist that was on his side. A thick black cuff covered his wrist and a chain connected to it to a bed post on the side. The cuff was thicker than most cuffs, almost looked as thick as a collar. Bram growled in anger, at how he was tied like an animal. He wasn't an animal. He moved his body to sit up but felt nothing when he sat. Juts like his arms. His chest almost as numb as he wrists were. Bram shifted around to try and pull the cuffs out with his strength, but he felt nothing.
"Oh Bram, you're awake."
Bram looked over and saw someone walk into the room. None other than Cal, dressed in plain white. He walked over to the bed where Bram was laying and pressed two fingers onto the cuffs surrounding his wrists. Bram growled as soon as he saw the fire obsessed maniac that was in front of him. Cal smiled at the growl that was meant to be angry and intimidating. His smile was as if e was looking down at a puppy throwing a ball around.
"Those tight enough for you Bram? I did have to steal them from the prison went I escaped. They're meant for prisoners in solitary confinement." Cal said, taking out a glass of water from the ground. He held it out to Bram.
"What did you do to me?" Bram growled, moving his wrists around the cuffs to try and get a feeling of something on his skin and something that wasn't numbness.
"Nothing much." Cal said, putting the glass down. "I just used some numbing cream on you. It's slathered all over the cuffs on your wrists and ankles."
Bram didn't even know that there were cuffs on his ankles and he moved to look down on them. He trashed to get a feeling of cold metal on his skin. Cal just rolled his eyes at his struggling.
"Why are you doing this?!" Bram yelled, still trying to get to his strength and yank the cuffs off of him. "What do you want from me? And if it's Simon, you can't have him."
"Poor, poor Savior..." Cal said with a tut tut sound with his lips. "Forgetting things already?"
Bram looked down at Cal's hands. Cal was rubbing one of his fingers, which had a ring on it. The ring that he recognized as the same ring that he had purchased for his proposal to Simon. He saw as Cal's finger moved from the diamond the dark dried blood. Simon's blood. Bram started to breathe heavy, despite the fact that he couldn't feel it in his chest or throat, and he leaned back into the single pillow the supported his back. Simon... Simon was gone. "No... no..." Bram cried. "It... it was a dream..."
"Or a beautiful nightmare." Cal added.
"You son of a bitch! You're a murderer! You killed Simon!"
"He died for a worthy cause."
Bram yelled out, pulling at the cuffs and bring the bed up for a few seconds in the air before it slammed back down onto the ground and startling Cal. Cal jumped back a bit in his chair and pressed a hand to his chest. Bram kept twisting and moving, wanting to get the cuffs off and get free from this damned bed that he was chained down to. "You... are psychotic..." Bram growled. "You killed Simon..."
"Don't worry Savior. I made sure that his death was quick and painless. Almost as if he had fainted again. But in his last moments, his with his beautiful body underneath mine-"
"If you touched him-"
"Please, I might be a crazy, pyromaniac killer but I have morals. I only have sex with consent."
"But touch without consent just goes through one ear and out the other?!"
"Anyways!" Cal yelled. "In his last moments, his with his beautiful body underneath mine... he did call out for you. He whispered your name like it was water on parched lips before I sent him off."
"Stop..."
"He died with you on his mind. With you in his thoughts. He really believed that you would come and rescue him. He believed it because he was blinded by his fake adoration for you."
Bram moved and slammed his forehead in Cal's. Bram still felt numbness all over his body, so he felt no pain when Cal's head harshly hit his. Cal fell back off of his chair and down onto the ground. His head grew a bruise and pain wrapped all around him. He sat up, clutching the area where his bruise was, and looking at Bram. They both had looks that can kill.
"My love for Simon was genuine. Unlike yours. You just wanted him underneath you. You never loved him." Bram said. "You're just a crazy psychopath that thinks that people are objects and they belong to you until you throw them off."
"Well if you really were in love with Simon... then why didn't you stop his death?"
Bram shut his mouth and scrunched up his nose, glaring at Cal. He wanted him dead. But with the numbness all over the place, he couldn't really connect to his strength and escape. And make Cal pay for killing his one true love. Cal smiled at his silence. "Now, if you excuse me Savior... I have some people that I want to get even with. And they're names are First, Bank, Of and Creekwood."
Cal walked out of the small room and Bram heard the door lock. Of course Cal would go rob a bank. Now that Bram was chained up here as his prisoner, no one would come to the rescue of innocent people trying to cash in their pay check and bank managers. Bram looked around the room, realizing that he didn't know where he was. The room was small and thin, more like an office space than a bedroom. Cell was the more agreeable word. The walls were dark blue and there was one small window up in the corner of the room, but it was blocked with what looked like shitty cement mix. And in the wall directly across from his bed was a full lenght circular mirror, where Bram could see himself. A black bruise surrounded his left eye, but not too badly. And his skin was just a shade paler than usual.
Bram pulled at his cuffs. Nothing. No feeling of skin on metal, metal breaking underneath him or his super human strength. He needed to get out of here.
But all his thoughts for escape suddenly stopped and shattered when the words that Cal had just said to him wrapped around him like a broken record player.
A lovely, lovely prince. But now he's gone
Forgetting things already?
He's gone. And where were you to save him?
He really believed that you would come and rescue him
He died for a worthy cause.
It's a beautiful ring isn't it?
In his last moments... he did call out for you.
Don't worry Bram. I made it quick and painless.
Well if you really were in love with Simon... then why didn't you stop his death?
Bram opened his mouth and screamed. Tears streaming down his face as he could no longer stop the pangs of pain that were all around his body. Simon was dead. His lover gone. Stripped from him unfairly. Unjustly. Bram screamed loudly. Wanting it all the end. His true love... his one true love was gone. What was there to fight for? What was there to hope for? What was there to live for anymore when his beautiful Simon Spier was no longer with him? When his precious and passionate Jacques no longer spoke calm and reassuring words into his ear during patrols? When his fantastic and loving fiance was no longer breathing so share the vows he wanted to write at the altar?
Bram had nothing.
He could be a savior of his Simon... he couldn't be a savior for anyone.
Bram screamed louder and the mirror across from him shattered.
"We're so sorry Mr. Spier. But we were unable to locate your fiance."
Simon felt his breath leave his body once the words left the police officer's mouth. He was in the hospital, laying in the bed they placed him in and looking out in total disbelief. Bram was missing. And they couldn't find him. A bunch of horrible thoughts filled Simon's head. Where could be be? What happened to him? Did Cal get to him? The police didn't tell him that they had Cal in their custody, so was he still out there? And did he have Bram? Oh god if he did, who knows what would have happened? Who knows what's happening?
By his side was Nick and Garrett, the only ones consolable enough to go inside of the room, clutching his hands and rubbing his shoulders. They couldn't believe their ears. Bram was actually missing. He needed to be found. He would be found. Simon shook his head and looked back at the police officer standing in front of him. "You're going to find him right?" Simon asked. "Please tell me that you'll find him."
"Rest assured Mr. Spier, locating your fiance is our number one priority." the officer said. "I'll leave you to rest."
The police tipped her hat to Simon and walked out of the room, closing the door softly. "I know that he has him." Simon said. "I know that Cal has him."
"Easy Simon, you're still healing." Nick said comfortingly. "And don't worry, we'll find Bram."
"Cal will pay. Okay. He took you away from us all those years ago. We won't let him take Bram away from us too." Garrett said. "But you need to heal up first."
"No, no, no!" Simon screamed, sitting up. "Don't worry about me right now, we need to get to Bram! He's out there somewhere and I don't know what Cal is doing to him! I need to find him!"
"Si, breathe." Nick said. "You're having a panic attack. Look at us, we're here and we're okay right now. In and out okay? In and out?"
Simon nodded and did as he said. He breathed in and out as he was asked to do and he leaned his body down onto the pillows. "I need to find Bram." Simon whispered.
"And we will." Garrett said. "We will find him Si, but just relax. We need time to breathe and we need to think of a plan. If we go into this will no plan, we could end up getting Bram hurt. We need to find a way to locate him."
"But how? How do we find him?"
"Try and remember everything before they switched faces." Nick suggested.
"Okay, okay, okay, okay. We were... we got out of the car. Bram changed into his uniform." Simon said, sitting up and thinking. "Uniform... uniform!"
Garret nodded along while Nick was confused. "I'm sorry, can you explain please?" he said, raising his hand. "Is there something that I'm missing."
"Bram changed into his uniform once the car swerved. He took me out and then transformed." Simon explained. "And me, being so overprotective of him, had Garrett make a tracking a device and I sew it into his uniform when he was sleeping."
"So if we can get a signal on the tracking device..." Garret said.
"We can find Bram." Nick finished. The two earning a smile and nod from Simon. Simon leaned forward and again and Garrett helped him sit up.
"Now... how to we get a signal on Bram?" Nick asked, helping Simon stand on the foot that wasn't wrapped up.
"We need to get back to the woodland house." Simon said. "All of our stuff is there, including the laptop that I can use."
"Okay." Garrett said. "Let's get you discharged so we can rescue our friend."
Simon allowed Garrett to pull him up into his arms as Nick gathered all of his things. He needed to get home. He needed to get home and get to his fiance. He needed to rescue his fiance. Bram needed Simon. And Simon needed Bram. Simon was going to find Bram and bring him home. And then he would make him pay for what he had done to him and his lover. And as Garrett carried him out of the room, his wrapped up foot impaled with the mirror on the door and it cracked. Simon hoped that this wasn't an omen for the fate of Bram.
Yeah, I am not playing anymore. I promise to update this sequel more. I just hope that all are enjoying this so far.