A special thanks to everyone who reviewed! Things are about to get tossed around a bit. Be prepared!
Here's Chapter Eight!
IMPORTANT NOTE: PLEASE READ ME:
There is a scene in this chapter that deals with a fight between the G-boys and some of Mitch's men who I'm too lazy to name right now. So, if you see this:
One of Mitch's men (#1) That means that I will be referring to this particular gang member as Gangster Number One. (sorry for any confusion, but they are such minor characters, why waste time with names?)
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Visiting Hours
Chapter Eight
Duo's POV
As realization that there are four unconscious men currently occupying my room set it, Quatre was off to ready another room for me. I proceeded to clean up the remains of what would have been a good dinner while Trowa moved my belongings to my new room and locked everything shut behind. Our guests were here for the night; we'd deal with them in the morning.
I thanked Trowa and Quatre for their help before we all settled down for some well-deserved rest.
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Morning came suddenly as I was jarred awake by a scuffle sounding from another room. On instinct, I jumped from my bed and towards the action. Something was going on inside of my old room and I'm guessing it has to do with the hostages.
Thinking that they were only struggling to get free, I started to walk away but Quatre's kind voice stopped me.
"Please…just…stop…" That was it.
I charged into the room with my fists balled and ready to fight off any danger. It seemed as though Quatre was trying to help the wounded men with their injuries but they would take none of it. Upon my entrance, Quat looked up surprised.
"What's going on?" I watched Quatre sigh in relief and turn fully towards me. He couldn't hide his black eye and other various bruises but, for once, I don't he was trying.
"I'm just trying to bandage their wounds, but I cannot get near them without getting kicked or punched." It sounded like Q had tried several times but otherwise seemed barely hurt or tired.
"I say we leave them here. Let them deal with it." I was about to turn and leave before I was tackled by one of Mitch's men (#1). After he had forcefully rammed me into the wall, he made his way to the still open door. Quatre was trying to hold back the other three in vain and in an attempt to help, I kicked the door shut barely missing the still running man (#1). His hard footsteps rang throughout the house as Quatre pinned down one of the other men (#2). He had another (#3) in a headlock but the last man (#4) had gotten away from him. The fourth man glanced my way and with fury in his eyes came towards me.
I was cornered and he easily caught me with his outstretched arms. Immediately his hands were at my throat choking me with all their might. With me being slightly breathless already, it didn't take long me to turn red in the face.
"Duo!" Quatre tried to run to me but was pinned by his two attackers and attacked furiously. I started to see green dots in front of me as attacker #4 pushed harder into my neck. Where the hell is Trowa and why isn't he hearing any of this?
As if my attacker had read my mind, he answered my question.
"Your pal's probably in a deep sleep by now. Last night was a fluke. We planted a tranquilizer on him and set it to go off just as he woke up this morning [1]. Then, we faked being captured knowing that this sap Quatre would try and help us the next day. And here we are."
I tried my hardest to process the information but felt helpless to do so as everything was starting to get darker. I felt the guy let go of my neck and heard faintly as Quatre cried out I pain before the darkness overtook me.
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I don't know how much later it was when I woke up but I know that my head hurt like nothing I've ever felt before. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked myself over. I was tied to a chair with my hands behind my back. Lifting my head and looking around a bit, I saw Quatre and Trowa in similar conditions. Next to me, Trowa was awake with a split lip whereas, across from us, Q-man, well, he was in worse shape. He seemed to be awake but staring into another world. Blood leaked from his nose as he leaned forward in his chair against his restraints, as if he couldn't sit up on his own. His shirt and hair were disheveled and bruises plagued his alabaster skin.
"You're awake." Trowa's voice always cut through the silence and I looked to him and nodded. Again, I looked about my surroundings.
"Where are we?" Surprisingly, my voice wasn't raspy as I eyed Trowa. In the darkness all I could see were plain gray walls and the dark wooded chairs we were sitting in.
"We're in…the laundry room…" Q's voice startled me but he didn't move even as he spoke. "In the basement of the mansion." Quatre hissed in pain with his last remark.
"Quatre, you shouldn't talk or move. You might jar your injuries and make them more serious than they already are." Obviously, I was missing something. I know Q's injuries probably hurt like hell but they couldn't be that bad, right? Trowa caught my questioning glance.
"I think Quatre may have some internal bleeding. From what, I'm not sure but we can't chance it." As if to emphasize the seriousness of the situation, Quatre began coughing and small droplets of blood landed on Quatre's pants as well as the floor. I couldn't bare hearing Q whimper in pain as he coughed.
"Tro," he nodded for me to go on. "How are we going to get out of here?" Another voice interrupted.
"Well, depending on how the night plays out, most likely in plastic bags piece by bloody piece." Mitch stepped out from the shadows, a sadistic grin present on his face.
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Well? I hope you all liked this chapter. It was longer right?? That's good!
But what will happen next?
Please Review!!!!!!
Thanks for reading!
Later
Here's Chapter Eight!
IMPORTANT NOTE: PLEASE READ ME:
There is a scene in this chapter that deals with a fight between the G-boys and some of Mitch's men who I'm too lazy to name right now. So, if you see this:
One of Mitch's men (#1) That means that I will be referring to this particular gang member as Gangster Number One. (sorry for any confusion, but they are such minor characters, why waste time with names?)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Visiting Hours
Chapter Eight
Duo's POV
As realization that there are four unconscious men currently occupying my room set it, Quatre was off to ready another room for me. I proceeded to clean up the remains of what would have been a good dinner while Trowa moved my belongings to my new room and locked everything shut behind. Our guests were here for the night; we'd deal with them in the morning.
I thanked Trowa and Quatre for their help before we all settled down for some well-deserved rest.
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Morning came suddenly as I was jarred awake by a scuffle sounding from another room. On instinct, I jumped from my bed and towards the action. Something was going on inside of my old room and I'm guessing it has to do with the hostages.
Thinking that they were only struggling to get free, I started to walk away but Quatre's kind voice stopped me.
"Please…just…stop…" That was it.
I charged into the room with my fists balled and ready to fight off any danger. It seemed as though Quatre was trying to help the wounded men with their injuries but they would take none of it. Upon my entrance, Quat looked up surprised.
"What's going on?" I watched Quatre sigh in relief and turn fully towards me. He couldn't hide his black eye and other various bruises but, for once, I don't he was trying.
"I'm just trying to bandage their wounds, but I cannot get near them without getting kicked or punched." It sounded like Q had tried several times but otherwise seemed barely hurt or tired.
"I say we leave them here. Let them deal with it." I was about to turn and leave before I was tackled by one of Mitch's men (#1). After he had forcefully rammed me into the wall, he made his way to the still open door. Quatre was trying to hold back the other three in vain and in an attempt to help, I kicked the door shut barely missing the still running man (#1). His hard footsteps rang throughout the house as Quatre pinned down one of the other men (#2). He had another (#3) in a headlock but the last man (#4) had gotten away from him. The fourth man glanced my way and with fury in his eyes came towards me.
I was cornered and he easily caught me with his outstretched arms. Immediately his hands were at my throat choking me with all their might. With me being slightly breathless already, it didn't take long me to turn red in the face.
"Duo!" Quatre tried to run to me but was pinned by his two attackers and attacked furiously. I started to see green dots in front of me as attacker #4 pushed harder into my neck. Where the hell is Trowa and why isn't he hearing any of this?
As if my attacker had read my mind, he answered my question.
"Your pal's probably in a deep sleep by now. Last night was a fluke. We planted a tranquilizer on him and set it to go off just as he woke up this morning [1]. Then, we faked being captured knowing that this sap Quatre would try and help us the next day. And here we are."
I tried my hardest to process the information but felt helpless to do so as everything was starting to get darker. I felt the guy let go of my neck and heard faintly as Quatre cried out I pain before the darkness overtook me.
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I don't know how much later it was when I woke up but I know that my head hurt like nothing I've ever felt before. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked myself over. I was tied to a chair with my hands behind my back. Lifting my head and looking around a bit, I saw Quatre and Trowa in similar conditions. Next to me, Trowa was awake with a split lip whereas, across from us, Q-man, well, he was in worse shape. He seemed to be awake but staring into another world. Blood leaked from his nose as he leaned forward in his chair against his restraints, as if he couldn't sit up on his own. His shirt and hair were disheveled and bruises plagued his alabaster skin.
"You're awake." Trowa's voice always cut through the silence and I looked to him and nodded. Again, I looked about my surroundings.
"Where are we?" Surprisingly, my voice wasn't raspy as I eyed Trowa. In the darkness all I could see were plain gray walls and the dark wooded chairs we were sitting in.
"We're in…the laundry room…" Q's voice startled me but he didn't move even as he spoke. "In the basement of the mansion." Quatre hissed in pain with his last remark.
"Quatre, you shouldn't talk or move. You might jar your injuries and make them more serious than they already are." Obviously, I was missing something. I know Q's injuries probably hurt like hell but they couldn't be that bad, right? Trowa caught my questioning glance.
"I think Quatre may have some internal bleeding. From what, I'm not sure but we can't chance it." As if to emphasize the seriousness of the situation, Quatre began coughing and small droplets of blood landed on Quatre's pants as well as the floor. I couldn't bare hearing Q whimper in pain as he coughed.
"Tro," he nodded for me to go on. "How are we going to get out of here?" Another voice interrupted.
"Well, depending on how the night plays out, most likely in plastic bags piece by bloody piece." Mitch stepped out from the shadows, a sadistic grin present on his face.
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Well? I hope you all liked this chapter. It was longer right?? That's good!
But what will happen next?
Please Review!!!!!!
Thanks for reading!
Later