A/N: Didn't know how to work this in, but let's all pretend that Greg's captor's last name is Carson... Carson is quicker and easier to write than "Greg's captor", so that's what I'm going with... Does that make me a bad person?

There's also some insults going on in this chapter. Don't be offended by the fowl (is that the right spelling, or do I mean 'foul'?) language...

CHAPTER SIX

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Greg opened his eyes. The world was spinning. It took Greg several seconds to figure out that he was seeing things blurry, and that the world was actually still, and so was he. Greg closed his eyes, and when he opened them for the second time, the world was practically still, if not a little bit fuzzy around the edges.

"Here, idiot," spat Carson, his captor. "Drink this."

Greg looked up at the glass of water in front of him. He wanted to reach out and take it, but he couldn't, because he was still tied up, his hands in front of his waist. Carson instead, hauled Greg to his knees, and forced some of the water down his throat. It was at this point Greg really hoped it was water, because he was drinking it willingly, and if it wasn't water, then that would be really bad.

After a few seconds, even though the glass was still half full (or half empty, depending on how one thinks of it), Carson pulled the glass away, and smashed it on the floor. Greg winced, and Carson let him fall flat on his face. Greg rolled onto his side, and picked his face up from the concrete, which was scratching him. Greg wriggled in his restraints, the ropes around his wrists were digging in and cutting him.

"Ah, ah, don't do that," warned Carson.

Greg stopped struggling. He lay still.

"That's better," smiled Carson.

Greg blinked slowly.

The door to the room opened, and another man came in. He was another member of the carson family. He marched up to Greg, and drew a gun on him. Greg tried to retreat, but his new attacker grabbed his neck, and pressed the gun against his temple. Greg screwed his eyes up, waiting, expecting, for the man to pull the trigger.

"John, you twat, what the hell are you doing!"

John looked up from Greg, but Greg still didn't move.

"John, don't you dare kill him. I don't want him to die yet."

Greg opened his eyes slightly.

John pulled the gun away from Greg's temple. Greg exhaled, and closed his eyes, which brought the sudden pain from the gun shot wound to his stomach as even more of a surprise. Greg opened his eyes, he felt blood starting to ooze through his shirt. Before Greg had even had time to think about screaming, he found himself being picked up and carried out the room. Greg struggled against Carson, who then proceeded to drop him onto the concrete. Greg cried out in agony, and Carson picked him up again.

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A/N: Where are they taking young Wegg? I hope he's going to be okay...