For Nourelle-tracy and 'Another Whump Generator': Jan 16th with Gordon
January: Walk a long distance + 16: Whumper perpetually hitting them
It had been the worst rescue ever.
He wasn't even sure at what point he realised it was a trap, but by the time Gordon had realised, he was alone. Virgil and Alan were the other side of the large site, and he hoped, safe.
It had taken four men to subdue him, four armed men, and even then he had managed to completely knock out one and seriously damage another. But the guns won in the end.
The muzzle of the gun jabbed into his shoulder again, causing him to stumble, and it was only the chains bound around his wrists and held by his tormenter that kept him upright.
He had no idea how long he had been unconscious, but he was woken up by a bucket of water. There was a second when Gordon thought Alan had actually got one over on him, but he knew the feeling of a gun pressed to his shoulder.
There was only one man now, but his wrists were already bound behind him. And the march began. The man didn't say anything further than 'march' but he kept getting pushed in the same spot. That shoulder was getting very sore.
Gordon was tempted to be, well, Gordon, but he held his tongue. He needed to know what was wanted, where they were going, before he began his offensive.
Every time the barrel hit him, Gordon stumbled, only to be yanked by the chain to be kept upright. Every step was getting harder. They had been walking for quite a while now, and he was beginning to need a break.
Where the hell were they anyway? He was nowhere near the rescue site, that had been in the middle of the city but they had been walking through a forest for ages.
And then the gun hit him again, only this time it coincided with him tripping over a large root, and suddenly Gordon was face-down in the leaf litter with the man sprawled on top of him.
Gordon's training kicked in, and within seconds he'd shoved the man off him and set off running. He didn't get far. The man tackled him to the ground, knocking the wind out of him, and as Gordon turned the butt of the gun was the last thing he saw.
There was no water this time. Instead, he was kicked awake. Then the march began again.
Three hours later (approximately) they cleared the forest. In the clearing was a ship that Gordon really, really didn't want to get on.
She was purple and black and ugly as hell.
And waiting on her boarding ramp were the last two people he wanted to see.
Especially since it was clear that they were waiting for hm.