"Only the V.I.P.'s," he said releasing his vice grip on Tom's arm long enough to give the young man a hard shove into the tiny decaying room.
Staring harshly at his captor Tom watched the thin giant smile wickedly as he closed the door. Pivoting quickly, Tom went to the small wood covered window and began to pull at the pieces of board. The old worn pieces were much sturdier than Tom first thought. Cursing his luck over the last few hours, Tom continued to pry at the pieces of board. He was disappointed to see the rusty nails hold the thin pieces of wood tightly to the sill there were stuck into.
Taking a couple steps away from the window and giving his splinter laden fingers a rest Tom decided to take a completely different approach to uncovering the window. Mentally measuring the height and distance of the window to where he stood, Tom prepared to fire a roundhouse kick at the small covered window. Blocking out the sound of the rain falling harshly against the rusty tin roof, Tom let the kick fly.
With a loud crash the boards flew in pieces from the window, landing on the floor near the window with dull thuds. Glass that had once been behind the wood, now lay in large shards around the wood fragments. Moving quickly to the window Tom began to formulate his way out of the room and warehouse.
"What the hell are you doing?" Andy's harshly soft voice filled the room.
"Watching it rain," Tom shot back at his captor as he spun himself around to face the mousy man.
"It doesn't matter what he was doing." Jon's small form filled the narrow doorway. The small man allowed a darkly bright smile to spread across his thin lips, making him look like a devilish Jack-o-lantern. "He's done making noise.
Anger and fear rose to beyond their peak limits within Tom, as he watched a devilish smile wipe its way across Andy's mousy features. He could feel the smug thoughts of triumph washing off of Jon's small framed body. If I weren't trapped in this tin can of a room, he would find out what real victory looked like. Tom thought bitterly, watching a shadow approach the room behind Jon and Andy. He'd known this was coming. If he weren't working so hard to keep up his tough guy façade, Tom would've asked them a long time ago what the had planned for him. In truth he really didn't care, nor did he have any desire to know. If their plan had been to kill him, he'd be dead already. No, they wanted to play with his brother's head for a little while longer. From the way that Jon and Michael behaved, Tom knew that they had very serious plans for him, but he really couldn't get a feel for Andy.
"Do it," he vaguely heard Jon's smug voice say to the thin shadow just outside the door.
~**~ Sorry about the short chapter, but it's all that I have right this second and since I haven't updated in a while I thought that I'd go a head and get this up. I hope to make the next few parts longer. Thanks for all the poss feedback! ~**~
