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Jake and Adam supported Snow, while James-the youngest- followed them behind. The blood loss from Snow's shoulder made him weary, so the older two supported them on his shoulders while they went back in to camp.
Druid ran over to them the moment they came in, with a worried look on his face.
"Snow! You okay?" he fretted.
"Yeah…"he replied weakly. "I'll live."
"Get him to the medical tent." He ordered to Jake and Adam. They both nodded and guided him to the medical tent. Druid looked to James, who looked frightened.
"Where's Roach?" he asked as he bent down to match his height. James was only 13, so he wasn't as tall as Druid.
"They…they took him…"he murmured, not meeting his eyes.
"The bandits?" he asked softly.
James nodded. "Snow tried to stop them, but that's when he got hurt. Then they knocked us all out. We woke up about…ten minutes later…" his eyes were wild as he recalled the recent events. "When we woke up, he was gone." He looked into Druid's arctic blue eyes. "Why did they take him? What's going to happen to him?"
Druid put his hand on James's shoulder. "He'll be okay," He lied. Roach wouldn't be okay. If he was taken by bandits, they wouldn't let him live with them peacefully. "Go and get some rest, ok?" James nodded and wandered over to the far side of the camp to his tent.
Druid stood up as he left. He had an idea of why they took Roach. They wanted him as their own. His ability to wander through the Walkers with ought being noticed, they would want to know how he does it.
If they wanted information, Druid knew they had very effective ways of getting it.
Roach groaned as the knife retraced down his arm again, making the cut deeper. They had been at this for what felt like hours, the knife being dragged down his arms, face and chest. Blood dripped down his chin from a cut that was above his eye, the blood had ran down his face and dripped onto his bare chest.
"Enough for today." His torturer said. His green eyes were cold as he smirked. "Don't get too comfortable. I'll be back tomorrow!" he turned and exited the room, with Roach hearing a click as he locked the door.
The room looked a bit like a basement. Bare cement walls and ceiling, with a heavy metal door behind him. He couldn't move, his wrists and ankles were tied down to the metal chair. He weakly moved his sore wrists, he didn't know why. Maybe by the smallest chance the fetters would break, or to check that he could still move his arms.
Why were they keeping him here? Was there something they needed? And no, they hadn't told him the reason for being here. They should tell him. He hadn't done anything to them, had he?
Wait.
Maybe it was him they wanted. Him. Not information, just him. Because of what he could do. Of course! It made sense, the bandit they had seen the first day, the one with the staff-that was bound to fail eventually. How did the staff even work?
They would want him so he could work for them. Permanently.
Oh no.
That meant they were going to torture him until he forgot who his friends were, who Druid was, and convince him that he was one of them.
This was bad.
He could act as if he had forgotten everything. But not yet. They would get suspicious if he acted to forget on only the second day. No. he had to wait. For now, he had to hope he could hold out. Hope his friends would rescue him.
Hope that he could keep his mind.
No. no.
They can't have taken him.
The news that Druid brought was distressing to all of them, but Ghost especially. Roach was his closest friend, the only person who has ever felt like a brother to him. But why did they take him?
Ghost paced outside the tent as it grew dark. Inside his tent, it was quiet. The chatter and activity of the camp around him distracted him slightly for a moment as he listened, but his mind went back to Roach being alone out there.
Tod's head poked out of the tent. "Come in Ghost. You need rest after today." He did need rest. He had been helping repair one of the back watchtowers, which had broken supports. It was fixed now, but it had been tiring, even with four others to help.
Ghost nodded and went inside the tent, and went straight for his bed. He tried not to look at Roach's empty bed to his right. Even though it was only 7pm, he changed into loose clothes and climbed into bed, chucking his mask and sunglasses on his bag below the bed. He faced to the left, ignoring the absence of Roach's usual small snores and rustling of sheets as he dreamed.
He would make those bandits pay. He would get Roach back, no matter what it took. Whoever was their leader, they were going to pay.
He's get his friend back, no matter what it took.
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