Psycho

Chap.2

Kevin watched the two men from a window eyeing them like a hawk stalking its prey. "Have fun while you still can your just rats and I…" he chuckled."I'm the cat" he hummed swinging the knife to match his tone.

Weaver closed his eye; he didn't want Hudson to be worried so he forced himself to stay awake. "You okay?" Hudson asked.

"Yeah…Yeah I'm fine just… a bit dizzy"

"Hey look at me" Hudson said, Weaver raised his head and looked at Hudson. "Were going to make it just hang on" Weaver smiled faintly and nodded. "DON'T let him break you…"

"I wont"

Kevin entered the room with a Hudson's jacket he knelt down in front of Weaver and tied the jacket around Weaver's wound. "Why let the fun end so quick? We wouldn't want you to die just yet" he stood up and traced Weaver's scare on his eye but just like before Weaver pulled back away from the other man.

"I said don't touch me"

Marshall caught Weaver by the neck chocking him. "Listen here Russian trash you don't tell me where my hand lands I can and WILL kill you both" he released Weaver then punched him. "Learn your place"

Hudson clenched his hands into tight fists; he wished that he could beat this guy up to a bloody pulp." Lay a finger on him again and you'll regret it you son of a bitch"

Kevin turned his attention to Hudson. "What did you just call me?" he reached for scissors that were on the table, he play with it for a while before smirking. "You're the one who's going to feel regret" he aimed the scissors at Hudson's hand. "Off goes your fingers"

"Hey Marshall" Weaver called to distracted the psycho. "I think I should be the one to get punished for calling you a lousy, no headed, fucked up, ASSHOLE"

Marshall growled and stabbed Weaver in the shoulder with the scissors. Weaver tried not to yell, he tried thinking about anything but the sharp pain in his shoulder. Hudson couldn't bare to look at the sight in front of him. "DOES THAT HURT KID?" Marshall chuckled evilly.

"F…Fuck you" Weaver barked.

"Let's see if your bite is as strong as your bark Russian dog" Hudson and Weaver's chains hanged on the wall pulling them, Marshall untied the two just as Hudson's leg was free he wasted no time in kicking Marshall in the face, Marshall returned the kick with a punch before slamming Hudson in the wall. "Bad move"

They were now tied up; their faces facing the cold black wall, Hudson looked at Weaver. "Remember no matter what happens… show him no weakness" Hudson whispered and Weaver nodded. Weaver was trying to relax his wounded leg. "Burns?"

"Yea"

"I'm sorry I dragged you down with me"

"What? Hey I'll always be there for you Hudson I always wanted to be there to share someone's pain and let them know how much they mean to me" Hudson felt a sudden heat on his face he looked away to cover his blush and smiled to himself.

"Thank you" he whispered not sure that even Weaver had heard him.

"I'm back kiddies" Kevin came back with a whip. "My my this Russian looks more perfect every time my eyes lands on him. He's got lovely skin… to bad it's going to get all "Whipped" away" he laughed before slamming the whip on the ground with force one time and the other on Weaver's back.

Weaver shut his eye tightly and bit on his lower lip harshly, the next hit landed on Hudson's back, Hudson showed no sign of pain, Weaver was shocked how can Hudson not make a single move or sound after being hit? Hudson was a man out of this world nothing could damage him, Weaver looked up to him… another whip snapped Weaver out of his thoughts and he gasped.

This has been going for what seemed like days, weeks, maybe even years, but it was just only an hour, Marshall didn't stop torturing the two men till their bodies burned red and the whip made their skin bleed, cut right through it. "Worthless pieces of shit" Marshall spat before leaving. Weaver waited a while before whimpering in pain." Gah my body is burning GOD"

"Hang on I need you to be stronger than him"

"I'm trying Hudson I really am"

Hudson looked at Weaver who was fighting the pain, he felt saddened, felt like he wanted to hold Weaver in his arms and make the pain stop. "Your going to be okay" Weaver nodded, Hudson was giving him hope, he didn't care if it was false hope or not he was just glad that if he was ever to die here he would die along sides Hudson…

"We better be ready who knows what runs in that psychotic mind of his so be prepared"

"Psychotic son of a bitch" Weaver laughed. "I'll be ready"

END OF 2…