Jughead
The first thing Jughead noticed was the pain burning all over his body. It was relentless even in the darkness of semi consciousness. The second thing he noticed was he was sitting on something hard and not at all a hospital bed. His mind was fuzzy and he could not quite remember how he had gotten here. Maybe he fell asleep on the couch next Betty while watching a movie. He thought to himself yet deep down he knew that wasn't true. He focused on the thought of what happened. Then it hit him as flashes of memory across the darkness. Him stopping at the intersection then proceeding into it. The car hitting him the man knocking him out with the gun. Slowly Jughead began to panic realizing he was not safe at all. His eyes burst open as he began to search around him. He scanned the small room he was in. It was dim almost dark yet not quite. The walls were grimy with dirt and age. The one bulb hung above his head from a wire. There was a bed to his right with restraints on the side. A drain cut into the concrete in front him. The floors slightly angeled so any fluid would flow to it. A table to his left covered with a sheet. His neck hurt of he would attempt to look behind him. Then there was the door directly in front of him. It looked to be a solid door that one would have trouble breaking down. Jughead finally decided to look down at himself and almost immediately regretted doing so. He was in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt he wasn't wearing before. His legs were covered in bandages as well as his arms . He could feel the multiple bandages on his face and three of the five fingers on his right hand were in splints. His wrists were shacked together in his lap. He released he was sitting in a not so comfortable desk chair. His head began to throb as he thought of how he had gotten here. No one thought stayed in his mind for more than a few seconds. His brain was cloudy and it made it hard to focus. As Jughead began to drift off he heard the door unlock. A moment later it burst open in front of him and blinding light poured into the room. A man stood in the light and Jughead couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. "Man you really like being a silhouette don't you?"
"Well at least your finally awake Mr.Jones I was begining to worry I hit you too hard with the gun."
"Can't get rid of me that easily." Jughead replys as the men moves farther into the room and closer to him. When the man got close enough Jughead could tell he was wearing a hood just like Hal Coopers and all black. "Well Forsythe we will see how hard it is to get rid of you now won't we?" Jughead swallowed a breath he hadn't known he had been holding. Before Jughead could even think he rushed forward. He pushed past the man and out into the hall. He quickly turned left and ran... well hobbled as fast as he could. As he passed doors he would open them a crack hoping to deceive his captors long enough. As he neared the end of the hallway voices traveled down from the right turn and he froze. Not being able to think was going to ruin him. He dove for the door closest to him and closed it as silently as he could. he slid down the wall to a sitting position. His whole body was on fire and tears welled in his eyes. It was agony just to breath yet here he was trying to escape. It was foolish and he knew being impulsive in this situation is going to get him killed. Another part of him reminded him that he needed to get away. The two sides argued as he listened for any sound in the hallway. His body was sluggish and he could feel sleep gnawing at him. He yelled at his body to stay alert and active but it was getting harder and harder as the pain seeped in. He had to get out and find help or else he might die in here.