Title: Love Apart
Disclaimer: Slash. Violence. Angst.
POV: Speed
Chapter Eleven: Remember
The room around me is dark. How long I've been here, I don't know. How I got here, where I was; I know none of it.
As always when I wake, I listen. But there's never any sound. I fight with the handcuffs that I've been wearing since who-knows-when. I feel the cuts reopen on my wrists as the metal rubs them. Relaxing, I hit my head on the wall.
"Damn it."
Blood slowly trickles down my left wrist. My right arm is numb from the elbow down. My shoulders ache.
"Why did I leave?" I mutter for the umpteenth time. "Wonder what Danny is doing; where Nicky is."
"Not looking for you," someone replies.
I jump. My captor comes to visit me. This is a first. The man is about Nick's height, built like a soldier. He's dressed in all black and even his face is covered.
"I see you decided to grace me with your presence," I remark.
"Shut up," he snaps.
He pulls me to my feet.
I spit on him.
He punches me in the jaw. I lose my balance and fall. My right shoulder hits the cement floor. It feels as though something breaks.
"Do you remember?" The man asks.
"Remember what?"
There's blood on my lip.
"You don't remember?"
"Remember what?" I have no idea what the lunatic is babbling about.
"Odd. You said you would never forget. I guess you are liar."
He kicks me in the ribs.
"I'm sorry."
"How can you be sorry if you don't remember?" He kicks me again.
I grit my teeth.
"You're a real piece of work, Timothy Speedle. Or do you prefer Speed? Perhaps Timmy?"
How does this man know me? Who is he? Why is he mad at me?
"I'm sorry I don't remember," I apologize.
He stomps on my side. I cough. I wouldn't be surprised if he broke a rib. My entire chest aches.
"That's okay. I'll help you remember."
He bends down to be closer to me. He grabs me by the hair and shoves a gun barrel in my mouth. "Do you remember yet?"