Hey guys. Sorry that this is such a short chapter, but I wanted to leave it here. I know what will happen, so it should be up sometime this weekend, most likely Monday though, unless I have time to write. And sorry that this wasn't up yesterday. I was busy had a bit of writers block.
(Magnus POV)
"Who is this?"
"A friend of Hodge's. I believe you know him as well, correct?"
"Where is-"
He cuts me off. "Your friend is here with me. I would say he'll be ok, but that's a lie."
"What do you want?"
"Since you asked." He chuckles. "Nothing at the moment from you. Hodge wants to know who your friend is first."
"The why did you call me? And who-"
He cuts me off again. "I thought I would call you to let you know where your friend is. Just so you wouldn't worry."
I'm about to say something else when there's another voice in the background. I can't tell what they say though.
"Well, I have to go now." The man says to me. "It seems your friend has woken up."
"Hey, wait-"
The man ignores me and hangs up. I sit there for a few seconds, listening to the silence. With a sigh I finally close my phone. I slip it into my pocket and try to think of someone who might be able to help me find where Alec is.
(Alec POV)
My head hurts like hell when I finally come too. I open my eyes and see that I'm in a dingy old building. Tables covered in junk are everywhere in the room. There aren't any windows in this room, only a small light bulb on the ceiling lighting the room.
When I try to move I realize that I'm tied to the chair I sit, ropes around my ankles, waist, hands and forearms. My arms are turned funny, so that the palms of my hands face up.
"Good, your awake."
I look and see entering the room the same man from the park. He smiles at me.
"What's your name?" he asks me.
I don't answer, but glare at him. He doesn't need to know my name.
He frowns at my silence. "Tell me."
I still don't.
The man scowls and turns to one of the tables. When he turns back, my blood freezes.
He grins and walks towards me, twirling the knife in his hand. "I'll tell you my name." he says, stopping in front of me.
Again I don't answer.
"You can call me Tim. Now, what can I call you?"
When I don't answer again, Tim walks around behind me. a moment later I feel the cold sting of the knife against my neck.
"I suppose I don't need to know your name. But if you don't tell me, then there's something else you must do for me." he leans closer and whispers in my ear. "You see, I'm a sadistic at heart, and I love to hear people scream in pain." He comes back around in front of me. "Either tell me your name, or I will hear you scream."
Another man enters the room. "Tim, Hodge said we can't hurt him."
"He told me that we could do whatever we needed to do to get his name. If we have to almost kill him, then so be it."
"But-"
"Besides, when we have to get Bane here, it'll be much easier if he hears his friend screaming and begging for mercy."
The other man shrugs and leaves the room. Five other men come in after he leaves.
Tim grins at me. "Are you sure you won't tell me your name?"
No, no I won't. I won't tell you anything. I won't scream for you, and I won't give you my name!
Sorry again this is so short!