What's up guys? Sorry it's been so long, lemme tell you something! People always say they update more in the summer, including myself, but honestly it's hard! It's much harder to write when you can do nothing all day but Watch TV/Play video games/see your friends! So my apologies for the wait :(
Anywho, had some serious stuff last chapter! Expect more, if not even worse. I might change this to an M rated story, but not for smut, just gore and nasty stuff humans do to each other…and maybe a little smut actually ;). I don't know, I haven't decided!
THE WARNING: This story will be gory. Not so much I have to put it in 'M', but if your grossed out by that, sorry. Also, mild to severe swearing and mild sexual themes!
A blur of color, a rush of pain, a surge of memories. Noah gasped his way into consciousness. The first thing he registered was the throb of pain on the side of his rather large head. The second thing he noticed was the handcuffs on his wrist. He looked around, blinking through the pain. He saw Ezekiel curled up in a ball, unconscious. He looked over at the other side of the camp and saw about six or seven women in rags, Gwen among them. He saw about half a dozen men-it was hard to tell in the dim light and the fuzziness of the pain how many there were exactly- sleeping by the fire. One man stoked the fire, obviously on guard.
Noah let out a groan of pain, bending his head down to touch his face with his hands (he couldn't reach with the cuffs), and his fingers came away bloody.
"Perfect." he breathed in fear, eyeing the evil men. He then noticed two other people were chained with Ezekiel and himself. One was an older man, conscious, who looked to be in his mid-fifties. He had short grey hair and a goatee, with broken glasses. His face was bruised and bloody and his nose looked broken. He was thin as a a bone and from the look in his eyes you could tell he had been held captive for a long time.
The other person, a young man in a blue sweatshirt, seemed to be in better shape, his face was only slightly bruised, but had a look of terror as he squirmed in his sleep. Noah eyed him, and then whispered something to the older man. "What is this place?"
The older man jumped, but settled down as he saw it was only Noah. After regaining his composure, he set his sad eyes on the sleeping form of Ezekiel.
"Hell." He whispered, "The place of devils, angels, and all in-between. Lord save us from this place."
"I wouldn't bother talking to him." The guard on duty said, stoking the fire. "He's lost his marbles."
Noah looked up sharply. "Then why do you keep him around?"
"He's a doctor, and a damn good one. Whenever one of the boys gets hurt, he can patch him up real good, with a little…convincing." The man grinned, showing his yellow teeth.
Some shuffling came behind the guard, and a big hand clasped his shoulder.
"Alright Rick, go to sleep, I got watch now." A much kinder voice said.
Rick smiled, "Alright, thanks buddy." He went over to a mattress and fell heavily upon it.
The new guard walked over to the fire and pulled out a notebook and a pencil. He started writing.
Noah turned his attention back to the doctor. "What's he doing here?" He said, pointing at the other teenager, or at least he assumed he was a teenager, he looked younger than he himself was.
The doctor whisked his eyes to the sleeping boy. "That's Aidan." He said softly. "He won't last long, he was caught by Satan just a couple of hours before you were. Caught, like a bug in a rug. All snug." The doctor stuck his head in-between his knees. "Snug."
Noah was about to say something else, but was cut off by the new guard moving. He got up, glaring angrily at the bookworm, and started advancing menacingly towards him. Noah closed his eyes and braced himself for a hit, even hearing a smack; no pain came. He opened his eyes to see that the guard had merely smacked his thigh, and a piece of paper had fluttered out of his hand to rest right beside him. The guard gave him a knowing look and nodded quickly at the paper before returning back to the fire, but not before moving the unknown boy's body slightly, but from the angle it was unknown what he did. Confused, Noah looked at the paper.
"GET READY. FIVE HOURS"
Noah turned the note over, expecting more; finding nothing. Even more confused, he shook Ezekiel, hoping to wake him up. It worked.
"Oof, my head." Ezekiel moaned, holding his head. He too had a bloody lump where he had been knocked out.
"Pst, Ezekiel." Noah whispered, passing him the note. "That new guard just gave me this note, what do you think of it?"
Ezekiel, still fuzzy of the pain, had to try a couple times before successfully taking the note from Noah's hand.
After reading it, he passed it back to Noah. "No idea, guess we'll find out in 5 hours."
"I guess." Noah said, looking back at the doctor just in time to see him whisk something under his shirt.
"What do you have there?" Noah said suspiciously.
The doctor stared at him blearily. "My-my tools. What is a doctor without his tools? A fool, I will tell you. Anyone will tell you. A fool with no tools, a doctor is who is without any tools." He then chuckled to himself.
"What's his deal, eh?" Ezekiel whispered. Noah responded by taking his finger and making circular motions around his temple, indicating the man's insanity.
"What do you think they are going to do to us?" Ezekiel asked fearfully. A jolt of worry rammed itself down Noah's spine.
"Most likely put a bullet through your head within a couple of days." came a voice. It came from the boy, who had woken up.
As Noah inhaled sharply, Ezekiel asked. "What…wh-what makes you say that, eh guy?"
"It's Aidan." The boy confirmed, "And Señor Insane over here told me." he said, pointing to the doctor. "That's Martin, by the way, in case you didn't already know."
"What makes you think you can take a crazy man's word." Noah said, fear evident in his usually sarcastic voice.
"Oh, you don't have to take his word for it." Another new voice said. "Take mine."
Bruce had woken up and strolled to the fire, throwing another log even though the sun was just starting to peek up from the horizon.
Ezekiel blanched and Aidan started trembling, while Noah voiced a question in a high-pitched shrill. "Why? Why can't you just let us go?" He said, his voice cracking several times.
"Because, that wouldn't be any fun!" Bruce said, grinning insanely. "Besides, if I let you lot go, I'd have to let her go." He said, pointing his thumb at Gwen, who seemed to have lost her leggings while she slept, one of the men was using them as a pillow. "And my men wouldn't like that, way to much fun to be had with her.
"You sick bastard." Aidan snarled, his voice filled with fury.
Bruce just grinned wider, holding his arms out. "Maybe!" he said, chuckling, "But by the end of today I will be alive, and you won't, so I'm not terribly fussed. Now let's get down to business, shall we?" He whistled loudly, and everyone else who was formerly asleep woke up with a jerk.
"Now everyone, let's get to business, there is chores to be done, and my penis is feeling a little lonely. Best warm it up before I try it on the new girl. Let's get Rachel over here." Bruce said, grinning like a mad man he was.
Meanwhile, about a mile and a half away, Cody and Sierra were trudging through the forest, looking desperately for the camp. When they bumped into some familiar faces.
"North! Lia! Are we glad to see you!" Cody said gratefully. They had just come into a clearing, seeing North and Lia about 20 yards from them. "Where are the others? Why are you so ups-Uck." He was cut off by North uppercutting him in the stomach, causing him to fall to his knees and cough, spattering his hand lightly with blood.
"Cody!" Sierra cried in worry. Her expression quickly turned from one of happiness to one of anger. She drew back her fist, directing a powerful punch to North's kidneys, who's back was turned as he and Lia had just stalked right past them.
Lia leapt in front of the kick and pushed Sierra's leg to the side with a toned forearm, avoiding the hit. Still facing Sierra and back to back with North, she tapped her boyfriend three times, once on the right shoulder and twice on the lower back, then leapt away.
North grunted, turning on a dime and planting a kick in Sierra's ribs, or at he least tried to, but she blocked it. She narrowed her eyes. "What are you doing, asshole?"
North just scoffed. He dropped down, kicking Sierra's legs out from under her, sending her crashing to the ground. She hit her head on the ground and passed out for several minutes. When she came to, North and Lia were nowhere in sight, but Cody was looking over her, very concerned.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, holding her hand.
Sierra sat up, brushing him off. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. How long was I out?"
"It's only been a couple of minutes." Cody said, still concerned.
Sierra sighed in relief. "Okay, that's fine, probably only passed out because of my earlier concussion. My brain probably shouldn't take another hit like that. Where did North and Lia go?"
"The way we came. He was nice enough to apologize for his temper and he told me where the others were, but advised against going. He said we would be safer without them, and that they were leaving." He scratched his chin, "did you see that coordination between them though? That was sick."
Sierra was not so impressed. "Where are the others?" she asked, worried about what might've happened to have caused North and Lia to leave the group.
"About two miles that way." Cody confirmed. pointing his hand to the south-west. "We'll go as soon as your ready."
Sierra smiled, "I'm ready." She sat up and the two walked off, holding hands.
Back at the evil men's camp, hour five was just about upon them. Noah and Ezekiel had informed Aidan about the guards note, and had brought the boy's hopes up. That is, until the men dragged him over and uncuffed him, shoving him to the pile of dead human bodies. Bruce strolled up, a .44 magnum in his hands. He opened the chamber, loading just one bullet like the arrogant douche-dick he is. He kicked Aidan's left knee, bringing him down to his knees.
"Goodbye, ol' chap." Bruce said, walking around Aidan and putting the gun right in-between his eyes. A gunshot rang out, but Aidan did not fall. Instead, it was the guard who had been watching Ezekiel, Noah and Martin, a bullet in his brain. Martin stood, a desert eagle in his hands. He fired a shot at Bruce, but missed. Meanwhile, the guard who had slipped him the note had unchained all the women in all the commotion throughout the morning, and they all sprinted away at this time. Alfred, the horny man from last night, fired a shot into one of the women before the guard who helped Noah and Ezekiel fired three bullets into him.
Bruce, taking this all in, turned and shot the fake-guard in the throat, and he fell to his knees, his mouth gurgling. His last act of kindness was to throw Ezekiel his pistol, which the prairie boy caught, surprised.
It's a bow, it's just like a bow. Ezekiel thought, quickly aiming his gun at Bruce. He fired a bullet, but was not expecting the kick, and the gun's handle bashed into his nose, severely bruising but not breaking it. He dropped the gun in surprise, and Bruce howled as he held his bleeding arm.
"You little shit" Bruce snarled, pointing his gun at Ezekiel. He pulled the trigger, but nothing happened but a *click*.
Aidan, who had been frozen in shock the whole time, on his knees with his hand in the air, unfroze. He whipped around, kneeing Bruce in the testicles, saying, "try loading more bullets next time."
He then attempted to snap Bruce's neck, but only succeeded in dislocating his jaw and breaking his nose.
"Run!" Martin yelled, tearing off into the knee high grass and trees. Noah and Ezekiel tore after him, with Aidan right on their heels.
A shot rang out, and Martin's head was blown against the trunk of a tree. Aidan skidded to a halt, running back to him.
Noah and Ezekiel also stopped. "For god's sake man!" Noah said, clapping a hand to his forehead. "The man's brains are all over the ground! He's dead, there's no saving him!""
Aidan, however, instead of dropping to his knees sobbing, simply picked up the desert eagle. Turning, he fired a shot at the man with a hunting rifle who had killed Martin. The shot tore through the man's leg, and he dropped to the ground, grunting in agony.
"Let's book!" Aidan said, sprinting away, Ezekiel and Noah following immediately afterwards. They were running so hard they didn't even notice the two people until they screamed their names.
Noah stopped first, looking over. About 100 yards away he saw two figures waving at them. He caught a glint of purple hair in the sun, and nearly wept with relief. They were saved. Then a thought hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Gwen!" He said in panic, causing Ezekiel to freeze as well.
"Oh my fucking god! We forgot her!" Noah said in a panic.
Then, as if sweet baby Jesus was adjusting his sunglasses and smiling down at the trio as he rode around in his holy Lamborghini, Gwen came tearing out of the undergrowth, unharmed.
"Gwen! Are you okay?" Ezekiel asked, running over to the goth girl.
"Other than tired as hell, yeah I'm fine." Gwen said, panting heavily. "Thanks for forgetting about me." She said, half smiling.
Ezekiel and Noah looked at the ground shamefacedly, and Aidan looked around awkwardly.
"Sorry, it's just that we were…uh… we were…." Noah began.
"So concerned at saving your own skins that you were willing to take the chance to leave me behind knowing I would be raped and tortured if caught?" Gwen finished.
"Uh…yeah." Noah said, not taking his eyes off the ground.
Gwen's expression did not change, but her tone lightened slightly. "Well, I can't say I wouldn't of done the same, but next time try and remember me, okay?"
"Hopefully there won't be a next time," Aidan mumbled.
By that time, Cody and Sierra had walked to them, the former looking ecstatic on seeing Gwen alive.
"Gwen! You're okay!" Cody said, his voice filled with relief.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Gwen said wearily.
"What happened, and who's this?" Sierra said, pointing at Aidan, who was looking awkward with the arrival of two new humans.
"Oh, uh, I'm Aidan, nice to meet you." Aidan said, holding out his hand, feeling awkward.
Cody, being the ever nice person, sensed Aidan's awkwardness and warmly shook his hand. "Hey buddy! Nice to have you to the group! My name's Cody, and this lovely lady here is Sierra!" Sierra blushed and giggled, waving at Aidan.
"I assume you know Noah, Ezekiel and Gwen?" The tech geek said, to which Aidan nodded.
"You still didn't answer, what happened to you guys?" Sierra asked again.
"We'll tell you later." Gwen said tiredly. "Are you guys with the others?"
"No," Cody began, but added quickly after seeing the look of despair on all of their faces, "But! But we know where they are, they are about a half-a-mile that way." He pointed again to the south west.
Gwen immediately started walking in that direction, everyone following her.
After a couple minutes of silence, Gwen finally dared asked the question. "Is…is Trent still alive?"
Cody shrugged. "I don't know, last I saw he was running towards the main pack, so I assume so…but you never know. Oh, by the way, we ran into North and Lia, they left the main group."
Noah paled. "What? Why?"
Sierra nodded. "That's what we were wondering. It must be pretty bad to make them just leave. I guess we'll find out when they get there. James and Haley weren't with them too, which was surprising."
Aidan sighed. "Well, I don't know what's going on, but I hope for you guys's sake it's not as bad as you think."
Cody grinned "I like this guy!"
They continued walking.
Well guys there it is! I know it only featured a few people, but there will be chapters in this story where people get into predicaments and the story will feature them for a chapter or two. Next chapter we are back at camp with everyone, I promise :).
Anyways, please review if you enjoyed, it really helps :D. Thanks guys, love you! And ENJOY YOUR SUMMER VACATION! Ciao!