He was standing, cuffed to something above to keep him up. He was also blindfolded and gagged.
Shit. This sucks. He tugged at the cuffs.
"Hey, the kid's awake." Someone called. Judging by the footsteps that came towards him, there were maybe four people. Someone prodded him in the side. "We should kill him now." One said. "Let's just get it over with."
"No. We have to making that brat Mello pay for the loss of our boys and those fake drugs. Killing his friend would be too easy."
"Come on, boys. We have all the time we want to play with this little bastard." Matt growled when the guy prodded him. The man slapped him across the face. "Who do you think you're growling at, you piece of shit? You better learn your place." Footsteps echoed as they walked away.
Think Matt. Echoing footsteps…. He stiffed the air. Mold, grease, and rust. It's most likely a warehouse. Echoing footsteps…abandoned. I can't be too far away from the city.
He pulled at the cuffs again, feeling the way the object he was cuffed to creaked a little.
It's probably a pipe of some kind. All I need to do is get to my pocket. I hope it's strong enough. He swung his legs up to wrap them around the pipe. Hooking his right arm over it brought his knees closer to his head. He managed to get his left hand to his pocket to get his lock pick. It was easier than he remembered and he soon landed on the ground. He swiftly removed the blindfold and gag and looked around for an exit. There was only one and unfortunately it was the one the gangsters just went through. There was no way to tell if they were still there or not.
"Hey! Kid got loose!" One of the men appeared in the door and shouted a warning to the others.
Matt looked around wildly. Shit shit shit shit shit…window. Matt moved faster than he ever had in his life, clambering on the conveyor belts and swinging up on pipes. He almost made it when a pipe he had just grabbed onto broke. He managed to grab another pipe on his way down, slowing his descent. He lay still as the gangsters surrounded him.
Fuck. It was a good try though. Damn pipe.
"Looks like our toy tried to escape." A guy with long greasy blonde hair ground the heel of his boot into Matt's shoulder. "I think we should teach him a lesson." He smirked.
"You dirty asshole. Get off of me." Matt said.
The greasy blonde stopped smirking and kicked Matt in the stomach. "Have at him, boys."
The rest of the men began beating him with pieces of pipes and kicking him. One caught him in the jaw, knocking his head back. Blows rained down on his sides, his stomach, his shoulders. He curled up, putting his arms over his head, trying to protect his stomach and head.
"Enough." The blonde grabbed Matt and lifted him into a kneeling position. He grabbed the gamer's chin between his thumb and forefinger. "You learn anything, you little shit?"
"G-go to hell, dumbass." Matt spat blood onto his face.
"You need another lesson." The blonde wiped blood from his face.
"Go ahead and try you stupid fuck. I never was much good at paying attention."
"After this you'll learn. I'm going to make you my bitch."
Matt felt himself go cold inside. "Don't touch me, you sick fucking bastard."
The blonde stepped back and began to unbuckle his belt. Matt tried to get up but the others held him down and practically ripped the clothing from his body. He struggled and cursed the entire time, throwing a punch whenever he got the chance.
Fuck
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Three days later
They left him in a corner, not even bothering to have him chained since they had broken his arm and he couldn't climb to reach the window. He couldn't get out by the exit either because they never left. In fact sometimes they're 'friends' would come over. Matt shuddered.
I have to get out off here. His eyes shifted back and forth looking for anyway out. A slap came out of nowhere.
"What are you doing, bitch? Looking for a way out?" The blonde towered above him.
Matt shook his head quickly.
"You better not be." He grabbed a fistful of Matt's hair, making him flinched. "I will teach you another lesson."
"I bet you would. Pervert." Matt mumbled and instantly braced himself for another slap.
The greasy blonde raised his hand to deliver the blow but stopped himself when he heard gunshots from the other room. "Shit. What the fuck is going on?" He drew his gun and released Matt. There were more gunshots and men in what looked like SWAT uniforms appeared, accompanied by two very familiar people.
The blonde male took off his jacket and covered Matt with it. Matt allowed himself to be carried out, his broken arm dangling. "Alright, let's move out." He told his men
"Anthony, right?" Matt asked when he was helped into a black Porsche.
"Yes, that's right." He slipped into the front seat, the woman sat next to him.
"The lady?"
"Halle Lidner." She introduced herself. "You should take it easy for awhile. Near sent us to get you."
Matt looked out the window and was silent until they got to the SPK headquarters. They had him rushed to a different part of the building where all his injuries were treated. He soon found himself in a large room, resting in a large bed, freshly cleaned and with clean clothes, arm in a cast.
"Hello, Matt." Near walked into the room. "I'm glad to see you're alive."
"Hi, Near." Matt stared at the ceiling. "How'd you find me?"
"It wasn't hard. Some men will say anything with a bit of persuasion." He twirled his hair around his finger. "I contacted Mello and told him you were here. I figured while you wait for him you might want something to do." He pulled a PSP out of his pocket and handed it to him.
Matt latched onto Near's wrist and pulled him onto the bed. "Thank you, Near." He pulled the snow-haired child into a one-armed embrace. He rested his head on Near's shoulder and cried. Near held him until the tears stopped coming and exhaustion overwhelmed him, sending him through a whirlwind of nightmares.
AN- I know, I'm awful for making Matt go through that. I don't even know what I was thinking. I'm an awful mean person. At least he got out ok…right?
