I'm back! Thank-you for understanding, if you're still reading this story that is. My computer is busted and I finally found a way to do it. It takes a bit but I'm going to really, really try with this story! I have up to chapter 7 already written, it's just a matter of going through the process of putting it up on here.

Note: I don't own Emblem3

CHAPTER 5: Beginnings

Wesley woke up once more with his hands tied with rope around a chilly pole. He shook his head in confusion and look around, quickly realizing that he was in a completely different space. This was clearly an abandoned recreational center of some sort. The walls were filthy and needed paint. The big windows near the top of the two walls let faint light from the sun in but they were filled with holes here and there. There was an empty pool in the middle with several pillars around it. This is what Wes assumed he was tied too.

He looked down, shaking his head in attempts to make the sleep and dizziness go away. He realized his shirt was gone, leaving him in just jeans. He examined his stomach for the first time since he was taken, noting the bruises that dotted it. He also noted one long cut down it, parallel to an old surfing scar. He assumed the cut was from his shirt being cut off or something. He grunted as he moved to try and gain comfort, tensing at the pain.

In one corner of the room was an open wooden door, like a coach's office in a locker room. Wes could faintly hear voices coming from it. "Hey, he's up!" a masked man Wes had missed yelled into the doorway. His voice slightly echoed through the concrete room.

"Good morning!" Jason yelled, a glistening smile on his face as he walked out. Three large men, of course masked, followed him. "So, we have big plans for today! Lift him up, boys!" The men did as told and helped Wes to his feet.

"Uh..." Wes started but stopped, dropping his gaze to Jason's shoes, fear of getting hurt setting in.

"Does somebody have a question?" Jason replied in a baby-like voice.

"Yea-"

"Too bad!" Jason laughed back. "Let him in!" He yelled behind his shoulder.

Wes stood straighter, eyes shooting up, interested and confused. Maybe it was Keaton! He missed his little brother so much! Than again, if it was Keaton, which meant he was probably going through the same hell Wes had been going through. He really didn't want that. He didn't know which he wanted more, to see him or his safety, but he didn't have to worry very long. In walked another man, around mid 20's, tied with his hands behind his back. He was dressed in simple basketball shorts and sneakers. His hair was short, only slightly longer than a buzzcut. Wes was sure he had never seen this guy before and by the look on his face, he was just as lost.

"Wes, Marco, Marco, Wes," Jason introduced. "You two get to decide who gets set free today!" The two captives made confused eye contact as Jason smiled proudly. "Matt, get the camera!" he yelled.

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Instinct yelled at Wes to slam the door closed. He did and turned against it, trying desperately to lock the door. His hands were shaking and the men were banging against it so much that the task was made impossible. The men were quickly able to open the door and Wes fell forward. He landed with his hands out and pushed himself up, running straight for the other side of the bed.

"W-what do you want?" he asked, his confident voice nowhere to be found.

"You...obviously," the leader said sarcastically. "Now, you cam come the easy way or the hard way, your choice."

"How about no way, bro!" Wes yelled, running on the bed and attempting to surprise them and jump past the guard by the door. He almost did it too but when the silent shot rang out, he tensed up at the wizzing and fell short, covering his head. "Shit!" he yelled as he heard glass shatter and fall on top of him. A few seconds of silence passed and he jumped back up, starting to run. He was about halfway to the door when he ran into what felt like a brick wall and flew back, falling to his butt. He looked up at the massive figure in front of him holding the semiautomatic.

"I tried to tell you," the leader said, shaking his head. Two of the man grabbed him, one holding each arm behind his back awkwardly. The massive one came over and wrapped duct tape around his head, making sure to cover his mouth tightly. He than gripped the back of Wes' neck and started to lead the way out the door.

Wes waited till they were in the hall to struggle again. He could feel his arm turning the wrong way too much and tried to use as little of his upper body as needed. That left the moving to his legs, which thankfully for shows, surfing, and skateboarding, were incredibly strong. He pushed against the man holding his right arm and ducked at the same time. The huge guy lost his grip on the neck and Wes used enough force to hit the guy against the wall hard enough to break his hold. He than used that fist to punch the other guy in the face. He knew the punch couldn't have been very strong considering the angle and silently thanked the element of surprise. He ducked under another guy's arm and slammed, hard, into Drew's door. He kicked several times, rapidly.

Wes was tackled to the floor, a searing pain roaring instantly through his left shoulder. He struggled against the weight above him. He heard the creak if the door.

"What the-" Drew's sleepy, aggravated voice yelled. Drew stood for a second, stunned, in only basketball shorts before he caught sight of Wes under the big guard. "WES!" he screamed, running over and trying to push the struggling guard off of him. Just as he was about to become unbalanced another man grabbed Drew. The blonde rapper pushed off his feet backwards, slamming his attacker against the wall several times. The hold began to loosen when a third man ran over, punching Drew left and right.

Keaton, who must have heard the common, came running out of his room, holding some sort of object in his hands. He quickly took in the situation and used it to hit one of the two guys on Wes, instantly knocking him out. The guard holding Wes down got up in surprise. Keaton swung at him but the guy laughed, grabbing the object, which could now be seen as a lamp, and throwing it to the side. He placed his hands on Keaton's shoulders and pushed him against the wall. He repeatedly punched the younger brother in the stomach, knocking all the air out of him. When he let go, Keaton slid down the wall in pain.

Meanwhile, Drew had broken the arm holding behind him and head-butted the one punching him. His right eye was already showing bruising and his nose was gushing blood. There were scratches already covering his face. Still, he slid next to Wes who was just barely conscious. He helped him to his feet and leaned him against the wall.

"Com'on, bro, snap into it!" Drew yelled. Wes, dizzy from the rush and blows to the head, got his legs into position and his fists up, wobbling to and fro like the top of a skyscraper on a windy day. Drew did relatively the same thing and they slowly made their way over to Keaton. They stood, protectively over the injured boy, and waited. Drew leaned over and pulled the tape gently off Wes as to not hurt him. "Check Keaton," Drew whispered, wiping blood from his busted lip as he eyed the planning trio across from them. "I got you."

Wes nodded and bent down, still looking at the enemy. "Yo, Keats, you okay?"

"I don't really know, I think some of my ribs are out," Keaton hissed.

"Man, I'm so sorry. They want me, I don't know why, maybe if I-"

"Wes, chill out, I called the cops before I came out about the commotion. If we can just hold them off-" A silent shot suddenly stopped Keaton's voice as it wizzed past both their ears and into the wall no more than half an inch from Keaton's head. They all starred wide-eyed at the shooter, the leader.

"Alright! I'm fucking done with this nonsense, get'em, anyone fights, I'll fucking kill all three of you!" He spat, furious.

The band stood there, frozen with fear. The three masked men, as another was waking up from Keaton's lamp bashing, walked over. Before anyone knew what was going on, Drew was kneed hard in the stomach and punched even harder across the face. The force knocked him unconscious and sprawled on the floor. At the same time, Keaton's hair was grabbed and his head was banged against the wall behind him, making everything go black. Last, after being forced to watch the other two go down, Wes was punched in the face and pushed to the ground. The three pounced on him, taking turns to kick him in the stomach and face. He spit out blood as he was pulled back up.

"I told you that you didn't want the hard way!" the leader snarled before pistol whipping Wes, making his body go limp in unconsciousness.