18/6/13
This is ending up a lot better received than I thought it would … and the plot I wrote has now gone out of the window! Who knows what will happen.
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My Exams are over now! I AM FREE! So updates should be quicker ;)
Chapter 5
The van juddered to a halt and Enjolras thumped forwards. His shoulders groaned and jarred from the impact and he was dying to be able to move again. He needed to see his Grantaire; he needed him. Enjolras didn't fight as he was untied and dragged forwards out of the van and pushed inside somewhere. He stumbled slightly down a couple of stairs, but luckily remained upright. The blindfold was torn off viciously and light blinded him as he was coerced into a chair. His eyes were screwed shut until the deathly glare disappeared. He felt thick straps being tightened and crushing his chest. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. He could just see Grantaire's chip coated in blood as it lay on the floor of that corridor. But it was too late now. Within seconds, the only thing Enjolras could move was his head and he could finally look around.
Enjolras was sat in a damp and mouldy cellar; the walls were thick grey stone and he could see no weak points, unfortunately. An old TV monitor sat on a trolley in front of him with its screen hissing and whirring in his direction. As he turned around to look as far behind him as he could, Enjolras' heart stopped. A blood coated hook hung from the ceiling, swinging slightly in the wind. He saw flashes of his spouse swinging in the air with only a flicker of life left in his body. The red liquid was splattered all over the wall like red paint on a canvas. There was no doubt whose blood it was, bile rose in Enjolras' throat but he swallowed down the moment of weakness. He had to stay strong if they were ever going to get Grantaire back. And they had to get Grantaire back. The door thumped open and a woman walked in. She was tall with long dirty blonde hair curling at her shoulders and a malicious smile spoiling her perfect features. "Ahh Agent E … or should I call you Julien?" she chuckled and Enjolras' heart stopped once again; this really must be bad for his health.
"How do you know that?" he snarled struggling against the bonds.
"Your pretty little boyfriend told me," she giggled with a wink at the shock on Enjolras' face. She strode over and loomed over him; her spindly fingers pulled the ring on a chain so it was resting on top of his jacket. "You're a lucky boy to have such a pretty husband," she stated with a pout as she circled him.
"I need to see him!" Enjolras exclaimed frantically. That was all that mattered; his Nicolas. The woman nodded to the thug and he switched on the TV to show Grantaire sat cross legged on the large white bed he was asleep on before, eating a bowl of ice-cream while watching a large TV screen. Enjolras' heart twisted; he was so glad that he could see Grantaire, but that was not his little angel. Grantaire was different; there was something wrong with him. "What have you done to him?" Enjolras screamed as he wrestled against the too tight bonds; he needed to strangle his captor.
"I just gave him a little medication," she smiled, failing to look innocent. "To make him incredibly complacent," she added with a wink. Enjolras froze; she was controlling him, tears swelled in his eyes. "But I need more information from you," she continued, seemingly oblivious to her prisoner's emotional vulnerability.
"And what if I refuse?" he snapped at the hideous woman.
"Then I will hurt your little Nicolas," she replied with an emotionless shrug as the thug changed channels on the TV.
Now it showed Grantaire face on and he smiled and waved at the camera. "Hey 'Pollo," he giggled, still eating the ice-cream. Enjolras was secretly horrified but he needed to stay strong for Grantaire; he could not worry the drugged up man.
"Hey 'Taire, you hang in there alright?" Enjolras fake smiled at the overly happy spy. Grantaire nodded with his eyes wide and his pupils grew.
"I missed you Enjy," he whispered and Enjolras' smile was slightly genuine.
"I'll see you soon mon petit," he promised and Grantaire nodded.
"Awww," the lady giggled to Enjolras' side. "So will you answer my questions Monsieur E?" she asked and Enjolras shook his head solemnly. "Stay still Nicolas," she giggled and Grantaire nodded. Slowly a gleaming silver gun barrel was pressed to the side of his head. Enjolras choked on his fear but Grantaire continued to sit perfectly still with that bemused smile still planted on his face. Tears streamed silently down Enjolras' flushed cheeks at the threat to his love. Grantaire looked panicked at him and slowly edged forwards to the screen.
"Don't cry Apollo, I'll see you soon. You need to come visit, it has a great view of the river and is a really big penthouse," he grinned at the screen, as if he didn't notice the gun behind him. "Really, what side of the river? Will I need to take the ferry from our apartment?" he asked trying to find the prison he was in. Grantaire started giggling maniacally at the camera.
"Nicolas, don't speak sweetheart," the woman hissed from behind Enjolras and Grantaire nodded while he picked up him ice-cream again. The woman turned around to talk to the other thug and Grantaire smiled at Enjolras. "It's the apartment above ours!"he mouthed with a grin and Enjolras' heart raced with joy. He knew where Grantaire was; now the FBI just had to rescue him, and quickly. "Your friends are coming Monsieur Julien," she sighed shaking her head. "That means I'll have to go get the information off your husband," she replied and Enjolras struggled with all his might.
"Don't touch him!" he screamed as the woman turned to the door.
"Oh dear Agent, that will be the least of your worries," she winked as the thugs stepped forwards with a whip and a branding iron.
The agents dived in the door at the sound of Enjolras' muffled cries. His battered and bloody body lay sprawled out on the floor with a hired brute pressing his foot onto already broken ribs. A gag was pressed into his mouth but the cries were still audible. "FBI, drop your weapons!" the leader screamed and the weapons clattered to the floor in horror. "Hands behind your head now!" he shouted as one of the thugs held a hot coal in some small tongs over the almost unconscious agent. The brute dropped it onto Enjolras and his cries echoed of the walls and powered the hearts of the SWAT team. A bullet shot straight through the pulsing heat of the abusing thug without a seconds pause. Within seconds the other thug was restrained and arrested but no one cared about him. Grantaire was nowhere to be seen and Enjolras was clinging onto a pain filled consciousness. Someone pulled the gag off carefully. "'Ferre?" Enjolras murmured deliriously. Combeferre, leader of the rescue team and Enjolras' best friend, pushed through the crowd of medics.
"I'm here mon petit frère," Combeferre whispered, all formalities and secrecy gone. Thankfully all of Combeferre's elites knew of the special relationship between the two sort-of brothers. They had grown up and passed through Quanico together.
"'Ferre, Nic … Nic i-is flat abo-ove mine," he whispered with his eyes twitching shut. Combeferre sighed in relief.
"I'll send my men," Combeferre smiled but Enjolras shook his head.
"Yo-you go, bring my, my Nic 'ome," Enjolras smiled, weakly raising his hand and poking Combeferre in the chest.
"I'll do you proud, now you better be alright when we get home," he chuckled softly and lightly kissed Enjolras' forehead. "J and P! Stay and look after my little brother. If anything happens to him, I will hold you two personally responsible!" Combeferre threatened as he moved the rest of his squad out. Joly, the medic, and Jean Prouvaire, one of the new recruits, nodded before kneeling next to Enjolras.
"He-he's too o-over protective," Enjolras chuckled with a wince of pain.
"I would still rather not get shot like the last agent who fouled you up," Joly chuckled as Jehan arrived back with his kit.
"Seriously?" Jehan exclaimed and Enjolras slowly nodded. Joly laughed as they lifted Enjolras onto a stretcher and carried him outside. They needed to patch him up before they took him to the hospital. He was in too much pain to travel.
"What happened?" Jehan asked trying to take Enjolras' mind of the immense pain that was everything.
"A nu-new agent was harassin' me about me and R, callin us faggots. So I hit 'im," Enjolras chuckled with a wince of pain as Joly tried to stop the bleeding from most of Enjolras' body. Jehan chuckled and Joly joined it.
"So of course the other agent hit back and wouldn't stop hitting him. Then C arrived," Joly stated with a smile.
"'E the big boss of the SWAT," Enjolras added with a wink.
"So without a word, the boss just shot the man in the shoulder of the arm he was using to hit E," Joly laughed and Jehan gawped.
"He don't like an-anyone messin' with 'is little brover," Enjolras chuckled, crying out from the pain.
"We need to put you in the ambulance now E, alright?" Joly asked and Enjolras slowly nodded as his eyes began to drift shut. In one swift movement Enjolras was in the waiting ambulance with Jehan and Joly on either side of him. As the engine was revved, Enjolras eyes drifted shut with a trace of a smile on his lips. Grantaire was coming home.