A/N: We find out where Greg is. Almost... muahaha. Can I just say that I'm really proud of this chapter... there's only two words of dialogue... and if you know my other stories, you'll know how dialogue-heavy they are... so this is a really proud moment for me... is anyone else feeling proud?
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Greg opened his eyes, and looked around the room. His head was aching. Every single part of him was aching. Greg thought for a moment, trying to concentrate. The last thing he remembered, he was lying in his garden, getting some fresh air. But he wasn't in the garden now, so where was he?
Greg looked around the room. It was huge. There were some large steel doors in one wall, and a smaller door on the far wall. Greg was in a warehouse. "Gee," thought Greg. "That narrows it down to about 8317453781154312 places in Las Vegas", that's if he was still in Las Vegas. Greg had no idea what the time was, he could have been unconcsious for ages, which meant that he could be miles away from Las Vegas, his home. He could be in a different state. He could be in Arizona, or California, the two states nearest to where his home was.
Greg tried to move, but he soon realised why he couldn't. He was tied up. His ankles were tied together, and his wrists were tied behind his back. His back. Greg winced from the pain in his back. He wasn't in the most comfortable of positions, and the healing skin on his back was really sore. Greg wished he had his painkillers with him, but he didn't, because they were back at his home, which for all he knew could be 1000 miles away.
Greg screwed his eyes shut, and opened them again, in the hope that he'd been imagining it. Perhaps he wasn't really in a warehouse. Perhaps he was just in his bed, and he'd been having a dream. They say that dreams show you how you're feeling, and maybe Greg's dream about being tied up and alone in a warehouse was his was of showing himself that he was tied up and alone in real life. Except Greg didn't feel alone, he had Nick. Nick was Greg's life, he meant the world to him, so why would he feel alone?
Greg opened his eyes, and still saw the warehouse. Greg cursed under his breath. Why was he here? Had he been kidnapped? Who would do that? Does anyone know? Does Nick know? Will people come and find him? Greg's head hurt from all the questions. He closed his eyes again, and a few seconds later, he was unconscious.
Greg was rudely awoken a little while later by a sharp punch to the face. Greg gasped from the pain, and opened his eyes.
"Hello Greg."
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A/N: So, who kidnapped young Wegg? Anyone ideas? Let me know...
