Well, as it happens, I was overwhelmed with reviews for my story, and I had to continue!
So here, thanks to you, is the next chapter of my story.
Losing you, and Everything In Between
Chapter 2: In The Presence of Mine Enemies
The man took Tony to an old Victorian house that was about an hour from the bar that he had taken him at. Tony hadn't moved the whole time, and the only inclination that he was actually alive, were the subtle moans that came from him from time to time.
When they reached the house, the man hauled Tony to the door, and with a look at his housekeeper, he dropped Tony on to the floor. "Take him to the special room." He said, and with one last hard, look at the man who was lying on the floor, he walked off.
The housekeeper picked up the unconscious man that was on the floor, and dragged him over to a door. Opening it, revealed a flight of stairs, and he dragged the unconscious man down the stairs. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he had to set Tony down, to open the big wooden door. There were two locks to get through, and he hadn't noticed Tony waking up.
When the man turned back to Tony, Tony threw a punch at him, knocking him down, sprawled on the floor. He went up the stairs as fast as he could manage. The drugs were still in his system, and his head was throbbing. When he put his hand up to check it, he found his hair matted with blood, and a large gash.
He opened the door, and found the man who had been at the bar standing right in front of him. The man punched him square in the jaw, and sent him falling down the stairs. Tony lay crumpled on the floor at the bottom of the stairs, still conscious, but wishing that he wasn't. His whole body hurt, especially his left shin. He looked down at it, and had to fight the urge to vomit.
The bone was sticking through the skin, and the rip where it ha broken through the skin, was bleeding profusely. He felt himself being picked up by the back of his neck, and dragged into the room.
He was pulled into the middle of the room, and his wrists were shackled, and then chained above his head to the ceiling. When he was fully shackled, he found himself hanging about a foot off the ground. Even though it was only a foot, he found himself thinking that he wouldn't like to fall. His leg hurt already, and even that short of a distance would be pure torture.
"What do you want?" Tony ground out through clenched teeth.
"Well it's simple really. I want revenge for my brother. You know the one that you put away in jail for the rest of his life?" The man asked, and slapped Tony across the face to make sure that he held the man's attention.
"I've put a lot of people away, you're going to have to be more specific." Tony said sarcastically, and then cursed himself. Whoa, great thinking Tony, piss him off!
"Oh I think that you'll know this one. Let's put it this way, my name is Adam Davis." The man said, and Tony's eyes went wide. "So you do remember? That's good." Davis taunted.
Of course Tony remembered. Leo Davis had been Tony's first case. He had worked for months to bring him down. The man had been torturing Naval Officers for fun when Tony had been assigned the case. He had proved everyone wrong when he had actually brought the guy down, Gibbs included. No other Agent had been able to bring the man in, but Tony had stuck with it, and had brought the man in, and had gotten him convicted, and sent to prison for life.
Tony had only stayed on the case because the man had killed his best friend, Jared Perry, for his last victim, and it had sent Tony over the edge. He had worked without sleep, pulling a Gibbs, and had drank so much coffee, that when the case was over, he had literally gone home, and dropped onto his couch.
"How could I forget." Tony said, his voice hard. "He killed my best friend. Bet he didn't like being caught by a rookie." Tony sneered.
A punch was delivered to his abdomen and chest. "You insolent piece of shit!" Davis yelled at him. "You're going to wish that you had never been born!" He said, and went over to the wall. Pulling down a sheet that was covering it, revealed a lot of things that are only seen in horror movies. There were knives, daggers, razors, pliers, whips, alcohol, salt and a lot more that he didn't even know the names of. Tony took a shuddering breath, and prayed that Gibbs got to him in time.
A whip was taken down, and Davis smiled, before he drew his arm back, and then released it in Tony's direction. The whip cut through the fabric, and tore his skin, so that Tony had to bite his lip to keep a scream back. Davis walked over to him, and tore off his shirt, muttering something about, it lessening the blows.
The whip hit him again and again. Tony lost count after the tenth lashing. His chest was covered in blood, and welts. Just when he thought Davis was done, the man walked around him, and did the same to his back. Tony moaned as the whip was peeled from his back, sticking in a deep cut that was slick with blood.
Davis walked back over to the wall, and put the whip down. Tony sighed, and Davis smirked. He picked up the alcohol, and went over to Tony. "Can't have you getting comfortable, now can we?" He said, his voice and face full of mock concern.
"Fuck you." Tony breathed out.
The man laughed, and opened the alcohol. He threw the contents all over the cuts that marred Tony's chest, and Tony screamed out in pain. When the bottle was empty, he went over and got the salt from the wall. Davis poured some in his hand, and with a smirk to Tony, he walked around, and threw the salt on his back. Tony yelled out, the pain so immense that the darkness pulled at him. He succumbed to it easily.
It had been seven hours since Tony had been taken, and Gibbs was going crazy, and taking everyone else down with him.
He had been sitting at his desk, when the phone rang. "Hey boss, I think you better get down here as fast as you can." He heard Abby's tense voice say through the receiver.
Gibbs walked to the elevator, and punched the button for the floor of the lab. When he walked in, Abby was pacing. Her hair was up in it's usual pigtails, and Gibbs almost smiled at her persistence, but he saw the worried look that creased her face.
"What is it?" He asked, startling her.
"I think I found the person that took Tony, and it's not good boss." She said.
"Tell me who, Abby." He said, his voice anxious.
"Adam Davis." She said, and her voice was so small that he almost didn't catch it. Almost.
"Davis, as in Leo Davis?" He asked her. She nodded. "Tony." He said, sitting down, it was all too much to handle. If Adam was anything like Leo, than the outlook for Tony was good.
A/N: So what did you think?
I hope it was good enough, but if not, just tell me.