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Chapter 17
Tom was freezing when he awoke. His shirts and jacket had been stripped off of him and his boots and socks were missing too. He had been hoisted to his feet. His wrists were tied together and attached to a rope which was tied to a beam high above him. There was a musty smell to the place he was in. The floor was bare of wood; it was a mud and dirt surface. He could see the dark storm clouds over him. He looked up and noticed a huge hole in the roof above his head. There was a roll of thunder in the distance. A cool wind blew against his body. Goose bumps ran along the rippled lines of his chest and arms. He let out a groan as some one pulled the ropes again lifting him nearly off the ground. His toes barely brushed the dirt surface of the barn.
Darren Thompson strutted up to the officer.
"I told you to stay away from Lexi. I also know that you're an idiot, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. For that, I'm going to show you what we did to Kirk the jerk. Darren's voice was cold. He drew his fist back and jabbed Hanson in the stomach again. There was no give to the ropes holding Hanson up.
"Aghhh." He screamed aloud.
"Hey Thompson, we gotta go, coach said suited up by 6:00." Danny Weaver spoke up. "He'll wait." The words were so nonchalant as the officer closed his eyes tightly to the pain coursing through his body.
Darren turned to face the officer shoving a gag into Hanson's mouth and tying it off behind the officer's head. He cuffed the officer across the face. He then pulled out a long wooden stick. He held it up to Hanson's chin. Hanson sucked in a breath through the gag. It had been a cattle prod that he had electrocuted Hanson with. He ran the stick like object down the length of Hanson's chest. Tom held his breath as he waited for the next bite of electric against his bare skin. Instead Darren cracked Tom in the ribs with it. Hanson bit the gag in his mouth as a low groan escaped through. Giving Darren the satisfaction of knowing, pain had been induced.
"Hang in there Miller, we'll be back later." Darren smirked as the five boys behind him followed him out of the door. Tom heard the roar of engines starting. He wondered how many there were total. Had he corrupted the whole football team?
A flash of lightning struck as a roll of thunder boomed, echoing through the empty barn. Tom looked up as the grey sky opened up and the first droplets of rain began to fall. Hitting him in the face the water burned against the fresh cut across his cheek. He let out a muffled groan as his arms and wrists began to burn. The surface of the rope cutting of the circulation as the prickly sections cut into Hanson's skin rubbing the surface raw. Slowly the pain worked from his wrists to his arms. From his arms down to his shoulder and along the lines of his body the pain coursed through him. The blood rushing from each suspended limb and back down into his body.
The cold rain ran in long lines across the defined muscles and chiseled featured of his chest. The lines of rain saturated his jeans, causing the material to cling to his legs. His legs starting to cramp as each minute ticked slowly away.
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Dean, Angie and Dennis rolled up to the football game.
"We have to tell Penhall." Dennis stated.
"You two, wait here." Dean ordered as the lightning flashed and the thunder started to boom. "Storms getting close… there probably going to call this game soon, can't put players on a field to get hit by lightning."
"Dean!" Penhall's voice tore through the crowd. "Have you seen Tom?"
"Doug, he's missing." Dean announced to the officer. "Is Darren here?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, he's been here for nearly an hour." Penhall answered.
"Look, we have to find him, now!" Dean announced.
"Give me a minute." Penhall took off to the locker room. Once inside he caught a glimpse of Darren talking to some of the other players quietly. The group was absorbed in themselves. Penhall dashed forward grabbing the player by the collar and smashing him into a locker.
"Alright you sorry son of a bitch, where's Tom!!" Penhall demanded.
"Get off of me now asshole." Darren spit back.
"Not until you tell me were my brother is!" Penhall smashed the boy into the locker again.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't seen that little prick since I busted him talking to Lexi. Darren returned. "Now get your hands off of me… BOY!"
"Let him go Doug." Dennis walked into the locker room. He grabbed Penhall by the arms pulling to get him to release. "Let him go now, Doug… we have to go find Tommy."
Doug released the player and slowly backed away.
"He better be alright you sack of shit, or your dead." Doug threatened.
"GO!" Booker pushed his partner out the door. "That goes double for me!" Booker shouted over his shoulder. Penhall grabbed his gym bag and walked out the door.
"Miller, where are you going?" Coach Ballard's voice cut through the noise of the crowd in the stands.
"My brother's missing, I'm going to find him, sorry." Doug replied as he pushed past the older man. Coach Ballard stared back at the two men walking away from him and looked back at his assistant.
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Hanson's teeth were chattering as the wind whipped around him. He was chilled to the bone. His muscles ached. The pain in his legs was like an unquenchable fire. His back ached from the cramping in his legs. He arm pits burned. He felt with each twitch of a muscle in his legs, arms and back the delicate fabric of his skin would be ripped in half. He was sure that his arms were going to detach from his body before the football executioners would release him to finish the mutilation they had started. His chin was sagging towards his chest. He fought to keep from passing out. The cold was cutting him like a knife as the rain continued to fall dousing him all over with frigid liquid. He lifted his head and looked up at the sky again as another sharp flash of lightning hit something close to the barn. The crash sent chills of fear up and down Hanson's spins as he waited for the flash that would end his life. Hanson closed his eyes tightly to the flash of lightning and pain surging through his body. Doug… Dennis… please… help me…
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