Ah, last chapter was hard but this one? Boy oh boy, don't feel to bad for him. Just a story ;-) it gets pretty tough. lol Anyway, on with it.
Note: Don't Own Emblem 3, WAH!
CHAPTER 2: Jason
Wes awoke with a start. There had been a loud bang from the room that must've been above him. He started to become more alert as well as more aware of his situation. His arms were cramped in pain from the position and his head was still pulsing. He shook away the last of his tiredness just as the door opened above with a squeak. Two pairs of feet could be heard stomping down the stairs before a vibrant light switched on. Wes hissed lightly at the sudden brightness and threw his head down. He blinked a few times until he eyes became used to the light again but he kept his head down.
"Hey WES," one of them spat in a deep gruff voice, harshly ripping down the mouth fabric covering to Wes' neck.
Wes remained silent and starred hard at the floor between his legs.
After a few minutes, the other laughed. "Ah, little boy doesn't want to talk eh?"
Again no answer.
"Hey!" We're talking to you," the first one yelled.
Still, silence.
Quickly, the first one leaned down and sliced the foot rope off. Wes flinched a bit, fearing the knife would slice his leg. He then grabbed Wesley's hair. He started to drag him up the pole, placing his other hand under Wes' arm to help him. When he was on his feet, the first man made Wes look up at them. The first man was tall and muscular. He had on faded blue jeans and a white tank. His skin was tanned and his short brown hair was spiked. He had on big, black sunglasses on. The second man was less...noticiable. He was also huge but he adorned in black pants, a black hoodie, and a black ski mask. Only two of Wes' kidnappers ever showed their faces. This one was Jason, as he had been introduced to before.
"Okay, look here kid, we're not playing here," the second man said.
Wes' eyes stayed hard and cold. He begged himself to not allow the tears that he felt forming fall. His face was like stone as he starred at the pieces of scum in front of him. Behind the pole, his hands clenched and unclenched. His legs were a bit wobbly, from the long sit and the frusterated anger boiling inside of him. It felt a bit like a sugar rush as his heart beat faster and faster.
"Where's Drew and my brother?" Wes tried to say, even his throat felt swollen and raw.
"I don't know," Jason laughed again. "They could be here...or there...or everywhere!"
"Kaboom!" the second man yelled, making Wes jump and his skin crawl. His reaction was enough to send them into laughs once more.
"I...I just want to know if they're okay," Wes said slowly and quietly, his voice almost pleading. He didn't want to show weakness but the possibilities running through his head were tearing his facade down. He dropped his head, letting his tough look go.
"They are," Jason started as Wes lifted his head back up.
"Than-"
"For now!" Jason yelled, again sending the two into cackles and Wes sliding back down to the floor. "Did I tell you to sit?!" When Wes didn't move back up, the original action was redone to get him back up to his feet. "Like. I. Said. We aren't playing here. You do what we say when we say. That's it." Jason whispered loudly in his ear.
"Tell me, Wes," the second man started. "Are you scared?"
Wes thought carefully about his answer. "I don't really have a choice, now do I." He replied with a much more stern voice then before, but still raspy from the lack of water.
"Guess not, good answer," the second answered back, his voice distant. "Here." A small, brown, burlap sack was thrown on to the floor. He then went behind him to undo the the rope around his wrists. "You try anything, you'll get laid out," he whispered to Wes. Wes nodded back in reply, rubbing his raw wrists, stained with dry blood from the struggle. He looked at the men as he slowly picked up the sack. He carefully pulled out one of its contents, a water bottle. Confused, Wes actually took a look in the bag to see a piece of bread and half soft apple.
"Feed you enough to get by, we don't want you dead Wes, but we sure will make you wish you were," Jason answered Wes' second confused look. Wes didn't move for a few minutes, waiting for them to leave so he could devour it all. "Are you gonna eat or what?!"
Not having any other choice, he picked up the water bottle. With trembling hands, he unscrewed the cap and brought it up to his chapped lips. The cold liquid burned his throat at first before begining to sooth it. To soon, the bottle was empty. He picked up the bread and began eating it in quick little bites. He grabbed the apple and without thinking of the sweet, brown patches, bit to the core. He used his shirt to wipe his lips. His stomach ached feeling food but knowing it wasn't enough.
He took a deep breath, realizing he hadn't really taken any while he was "stuffing his face", if you can call it that. He was calming down from the short rush was he felt really sick. He got up on his knees and placed a hand on his stomach. The men had weird smiles on their face. He fell forward onto the other hand and, as expected, everything Wes had just eaten came right back up in a clear puddle on the floor.
"Yeah, when you haven't eaten, it's best to take it slow," Jason informed him a bit to late. Wes coughed up the rest of his stomach before resting back on legs. He inhaled several times, wanting anything to get the taste out of his mouth, and glared at the men. "Don't blame us, bro, you scarfed it down like an animal."
They laughed again before the second man tied Wes' arms back behind the pole, which seemed to have gotten colder with the lack of body heat for a few minutes. Wes, still weak from puking, didn't even bother fighting back. His head was rolling along his neck, he was dizzy, and his throat stung and burned at the same time. They left then, thankfully forgetting about the mouth garmet and foot ropes. The light switched off quickly and once more he was alone. He looked up and just stared straight for a few minutes.
When he was sure they weren't returning, Wes brought his knees up close and tight to him, leaned his head against them, and just cried. He cried until his stomach was clenched with pain and his head was pounding. Until he couldn't take the acheing anymore and his eyes was dried out. He could feel the lack of oxygen and forced his nerves to calm as well. By the end, his muscles ached from the shaking and he was extremely exhausted. He wiped his face along his jeans and stayed resting there. He was soon fast aleep.
"Tood-aloo Tood-aloo!"
Wesley woke up early to his cell phone going off like crazy. Grunting, he grabbed it and threw his code in. A "NEW MESSAGE" box of blue came up.
"First TWO commercials at 8, srry 4 l8 notice, hurry, outfront already" it said.
With one eye opened, Wes took a peak at the time in the top right hand corner. 7:43.
"Shit!" Wes yelled hopping up to his feet and grabbing his dark blue skinny jeans. He ran into the hall and banged on the boys' doors.
"What the hell, bro?" Keaton asked, a bit worried but still half asleep. Drew stretched and yawned with Mariah in a tight little hug on his side.
"Manager text, 2 commercials at 8, we have like no time to get outfront," Wes sped through his words.
"Late notice much?!" Keaton yelled, rushing back in his room but leaving the door wide open.
"Thank God my hair came out like this this morning," Drew laughed. He didn't worry or stress much, especially over time. Drew was one to go with the flow. He went back in his room, as did Wes. Wesley threw on a white tank, his black NEFF hoddie, and slid a comb through his hair. He then grabbed a matching NEFF snapback and ran back out in the hall where Drew was already waiting, giggling with Mariah as he made her feel like the only girl in the world. His attire was loose pale blue jeans, a blue shirt, and a white jacket.
"Two minutes and you still managed to look impressive!" Wes teased, play punching him in the arm.
"Pick out your clothes the night before, young cricket," Drew laughed back, sliding Mariah carefully to the room and whispering something in her ear.
She smiled, replied "Sure, I'll leave the number on the table, you're a real cool guy. Hit me up." She then closed the door.
Suddenly, Drew turned quickly and jumped on Wes.
"Worst. Japanese. Accent. EVER." Wes yelled, referring to the young cricket comment, as he and Drew spun around, trying to one up the other.
A minute or so later, Keaton arrived ready to go. He was wearing a blue satin long sleeve dress shirt with a black tie. He had on black jeans and a tan-gray jacket. His hair was brushed neatly.
"Really?! You too?! Am I the only one who can't look all smooth in two minutes?!" Wes complained as the three rushed to the lobby, taking the stairs instead for both exercise and quickness.
"Pretty much bro!" Keaton yelled from behind. They hopped over a few railings and were there in no time. They ran outside and jumped into the black escalade where their manager was impatiently waiting.
"8:07, guys, you know the words rush?!" She yelled back at them.
"You told us while we were all sleep!" Keaton argued back. He had mood swings when he first woke up.
"That's how the star life is, last minute decisions that can change your life! It's cool though, commercials are actually at 9, I was testing you," she smiled back. "Breakfast anyone? Healthiest meal of the day!"
Drew laughed loudly, Keaton had the "O" look on, and Wes just rolled his eyes, smiling, and said "Typical, mom, typical. Let's hit IHOP."
Well, Chapter 2 up!
Started rough but atleast the ending was a bit better, right?!
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