Some graphic violence involved in this chapter! Do not read if you can't handle it!!!!!!!!!! You have been warned!
Chapter 5----Disoriented
Ron awoke from another one of his many fitful sleeps. He was shivering and having trouble seeing. After the first day of being in this hellhole, he started to lose all sense of time. It got to where he no longer knows what happened, where he is or what time it is. He doesn't know how long he has been here. Couldn't have been too long, they haven't fed him and he hadn't starved to death yet. All he knows is that he's frightened and he wants out. He doesn't want to be hurt anymore. He wished, for the ten millionth time, that there was a window of some sort in this room. He could break out and find help. Run to the nearest house and tell them everything. He'd still be naked while running around outside and finding help, but he didn't care. He just cared about getting help. 'With the way luck has been going for me lately, I'd either get caught by those guys, or run into a house of other sick, twisted weirdo's', Ron thought. 'It would have been worth a try though'
Ron sat up on the mattress, trying to ignore the pain in his chest, arms and legs. If he didn't know any better, he'd say every single bone in his body was broken. But he's no Healer. He doesn't know for sure, but it sure feels that way. Sometimes he just prays that these guys will just kill him and let him rest finally instead of torturing him like this. He could feel blood running down his forehead. 'Where had that come from?' he thought, rubbing his hand over the wound on his forehead. But that wasn't the only thing running down his face. Tears were dripping from his eyes. The tears were coming back again. He thought he was all cried out. He didn't think he had any tears left. His stomache started feeling queasy and he retched over the side of the mattress.
He heard a noise from somewhere in the room. He tried looking around at his surroundings, but everything was all blurry. He then made out a blurred figure of a man, walking towards him. "Wait" Ron tried to say, but his voice was cracked, and not much of the word came out. He didn't know what the man did, as he could barely see anything, but he felt a sharp pain on his leg. Ron tried to cry out but his voice wouldn't let him. He felt a second pain on his leg before everything went black as he passed out again.
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It's been two days since Ron's disappearance, and Hermione hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. Neither had Harry. Since Ron's disappearance, Harry had been sleeping, or rather, trying on the second bed in Hermione's room. He just couldn't seem to stay in that room without shedding a tear or two. Ron had been staying in that room with him and knowing that his best mate could be dead made it harder for Harry to stay there. Mr. and Mrs. Granger didn't seem to mind that Harry was now staying in Hermione's room despite the fact that Hermione had told them everything her and Ron were planning on doing two nights ago before Ron disappeared, news of which they took surprisingly well, but Hermione insists they only let her off the hook because they knew she was worried about Ron.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were now here, just gotten in about an hour ago, talking to Mr. and Mrs. Granger. Harry didn't know how they had managed to get a hold of Ron's parents. The Granger's insisted Harry and Hermione stay out of the way and to let the police and the adults take care of everything. Harry didn't like that one bit. He wanted to do something to help his friend. He didn't just want to sit here and wait. Harry had only seen Mr. and Mrs. Weasley for a split second before the door to The Granger's room had closed. He could tell from that split second that Mrs. Weasley was hysterical.
Hermione was already laying in her bed when Harry walked in, her eyes closed. He didn't know if she was asleep or not, so he just took off his glasses and lay on the other bed. "Harry?" Hermione asked softly.
Harry looked over at Hermione. "Yeah?"
She was looking at him, with hurt in her eyes. "Do you think Ron is.....umm.....dead? Or do you think he could still be alive?"
"I don't know" Harry said. "I wish I knew"
Hermione put her hands over her face and began sobbing. Harry just lay there, not wanting to look at her because he knew if he did, he'd start to cry as well, and that was something he wanted to avoid. But he also couldn't ignore her crying and got up, sat on her bed and pulled her into a hug, tears glistening in his eyes.
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Harry and Hermione weren't the only ones crying. In the next room, Mrs. Weasley was, like Hermione, sitting on the bed, sobbing into her hands. And like Harry, Mr. Weasley had his arms around his wife, tears glistening in his eyes. Also there were Mr. and Mrs. Granger and Office Robert Lopez from the Los Angeles Police Department. Officer Lopez had come by to talk with Ron's parents.
"We've got plenty of officers looking for him, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley" Officer Lopez told them soothingly, looking through the recent pictures of Ron that Mr. Weasley had given him. "Are these pictures moving"? he asked, bewildered. "Must be a new type of camera" he said. "Anyway, with these pictures, and the ones Mr. and Mrs. Granger gave me the night of his disappearance, we should be able to find him rather quickly, if he's still in the area"
Mrs. Weasley finally managed to speak. "Why?" She asked Officer Lopez. "Why my baby boy? Why him?"
Officer Lopez knelt down to her level. "Well, if someone did indeed take him, it could be a number of reasons. There are many reasons one would kidnap someone. I've seen kidnappers get arrested for kidnapping someone just to harm them, and just a few months ago, I, personally, have arrested a woman who kidnapped a small child because she looked like the daughter the woman lost several years ago. This woman had no intention of harming the little girl. The woman just wasn't in her right state of mind, saw a child that looked exactly like her own, and thought this child was indeed her dead daughter" he shook his head and stood up. "We're doing all we can to find your son"
Mr. Weasley nodded. "Thank you Officer Lopez" he said, shaking the officer's hand. "Your help is greatly appreciated"
"It's all my pleasure" Officer Lopez shook hands with the others and left the room.
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Ron coughed as he woke. He heard arguing from upstairs. Thise two guys were arguing over something. Ron wondered what they were arguing about. He winced as his legs gave a sharp, painful twitch. He seemed to be able to see a little better now and looked down at his legs. They were covered with blood, it looked a little like his legs had been sliced open. 'God, please just let me die', he thought. 'Please, I don't want to go through this anymore'
He collapsed back on the mattress, sobbing hard, knowing he would never be found, but also knowing that his pain would soon indeed be over. If these guys don't kill him, he would soon starve to death, which was actually fine with him. At least his pain would be over.
*Author's Note* *sniffles* my poor Ronnie. I was having trouble thinking of how they could get in touch with Ron's family, so I, umm, as you can tell, skipped that scene out. This chapter Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were already there, so I'll leave it to your imagination on how they got notified of their son's disappearance and how they managed to get to Los Angeles (hey, come on, now, I'm not a professional writer, I'm not J.K. Rowling. She writes better stories ;)). Anyway, next chapter is the last chapter. You'll find out what happens to Ron...does he die? Or does he get found? You'll see soon..
