A/N: Hey guys! So I have started school now and the updates will be less frequent now, sorry! But I will continue this story unless someone PMs me or reviews and begs me to stop writing this story... for whatever reason... I don't think anyone will do that though, so this story will keep going! :)
Halt, Crowley, and Gilan sat in the living room, discussing what they were going to do with Will for now and who was sleeping where. Eventually they decided that Crowley could sleep in Will's old room, Gilan on the couch, and Halt on the extra matress on the floor.
They hadn't talked about what to do with Will and were trying to think about a solution. They couldn't just lock him in Halt's room forever. No one knew anything about what happened to him when he was captured, they all had guesses, but no one really knew.
"So how did you find him anyways?" Crowley asked, he still hadn't been filled in on what happened.
"I didn't find him, he found me." Halt replied. "I was out hunting to stock up on provisions and he attacked me."
Crowley wasn't sure if he heard him right. "He attacked you?"
"Yes, but I didn't know it was him until I had him pinned. He was wearing a black cloak and the hood covered his face. I've been thinking about why he would do that and the best I can come up with is he was drugged." Halt got up and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the weapons that he had taken from Will and walked back into the living room. He set them down on the table so that Gilan and Crowley could see them.
"He had these when I searched him. I don't know why he had the poisons though."
"Someone must have given them to him... did he tell you anything about who took him yet?" Gilan asked.
"No, he changes the subject every time I try. He has nightmares every night and he won't tell me what they're about either."
"Have you had Gilan ask him? He's usually more open with him." Crowley thought aloud.
"Yes," Gilan chimed in, "but he's being very stubborn and won't say anything ever. Maybe he'll say something to you?" He asked, addressing Crowley.
"No, I don't think he will. I'm going to ask him again tomorrow."
"He's probably going insane locked in that room..." Gilan said.
"He is," Halt laughed, "it's kind of pitiful, most of the time he paces, but when he gets bored of that, he just lays on the bed staring at the ceiling and trying not to fall asleep."
"How long has it been since he last slept?" Crowley asked.
"He's only slept twice since he's been here, but both times he had nightmares and didn't get much sleep."
"I wish we knew what his nightmares are about. It definitely has to do with his disappearance 9 months ago, but it still makes me wonder what they did to him." Gilan sighed.
He wished they knew how to help his friend. He missed the happy, cheerful Will they used to know. He wanted him back.
Will put his ear to the door, trying to hear what they were talking about. He stayed there for a while, but eventually gave up. They were speaking in such low tones that he couldn't hear anything. Damn it, he thought. As much as he wanted to stay here, he couldn't. He had to go find Tyler and kill him before he hurt someone. It was only a matter of time before he changed his mind and decided to speed things up a little. He had to make a plan. It would probably be best to leave at night, but they still hadn't let him out of Halt's room yet... and he had no way to open the door. How would he get out? There were three other fully trained Rangers in the house and that meant it wasn't going to be easy to get out. He had been a fully trained Ranger for 2 years now, but one against three still isn't good, especially considering the fact that he didn't have any weapons.
Will felt so alone. He couldn't tell anyone about Tyler or what happened when he was captured. Tears came to his eyes as he wondered how he was going to do this. There was no-one he could ask for help. He knew Tyler was out there somewhere, watching him. And if he managed to escape from here, then how would he kill Tyler? He hadn't eaten for almost a week and hasn't had much sleep in months. He was a mess.
He laid down on his bed and started up at the ceiling. It was late at night, but he could still hear them talking in the living room. His eyelids grew heavy as he wondered what they could possibly be talking about that would take so long. He was so tired... NO. He forced his eyes open again, he had to stay awake to keep the nightmares away. He stayed like this for a few moments, but his eyelids seemed to grow heavier with every second that passed. Finally, he closed his eyes. He didn't have the energy to stay awake anymore...
Will woke up and was immediately aware of the cold metal table below him. He tried to move and realized he was tied down. He was tied oddly though, instead of just tying down his wrists, someone tied him at the elbows and wrists so he couldn't move his arm much at all. He was tied at the ankles and waist, too. He struggled against his bonds, but whoever tied him up knew what they were doing (he assumed it was Tyler, but there were others who 'interrogated' him too, but Tyler was the one who did it most of the time.) Blood ran down his wrists and he stopped struggling.
After a second or two, the room swam into focus. He looked around the room and was reminded of a dungeon. It was dimly lit and over in the corner he could see a fireplace with what looked like... a branding iron sticking out of it. He felt panic swell up in his chest and it grew when he heard footsteps coming from the hallway. They paused for a moment to open the door, then Tyler strolled into the room and glanced over at him. He smiled broadly and walked over to Will, standing above him.
"I'm glad you're finally awake, now we can have some fun!" He said, still wearing that same damn smirk that made Will so angry.
"Unless, of course, you want to tell me where the Gathering is?" He continued, smirking down at him.
"I will never tell you anything about the Rangers." Will spat.
"Fun it is, then!" He said happily.
He ruffled Will's hair before gliding over to a bucket, filling it with water. He set it down by the table Will was on. He then walked over to the fireplace and put on a pair of thick gloves, then grabbed the branding iron and pulled it from the fire.
Will felt really nauseous and started yanking desperately at his bonds.
"Hmmm... I think it's hot enough now. What do you think, Will?" Tyler asked, chuckling when he saw him thrashing. He walked over to the table and positioned the branding iron over his upper right arm. He struggled harder and felt tears in his eyes as he felt the heat radiating of the red hot iron.
Tyler sighed and moved it away again. Will just barely kept himself from sighing in relief. "We can't have you moving or you'll mess it up."
He then yelled something in Gallican over his shoulder and a few seconds later, another man walked in. Will knew him. Around here, he was known as 'The Doctor'. He was the one who did experiments on Will and supplied Tyler with poisons to give him (I will explain this later, don't worry). He had blue eyes and brown hair, and was obviously a man who enjoyed eating. He slowly walked over to the table and asked Tyler something (in Gallican). Tyler barked an answer back at him and he scurried over to Will and pinned his shoulders down.
Tyler repositioned the iron over his arm, and once again, he could feel that horrible heat. "NO! TYLER, DON'T!" Will screeched, the iron getting closer to his arm every second.
The Doctor just laughed at him and put more pressure on his shoulders to make sure he didn't move. Tyler pressed the hot metal against his arm and he screamed. The smell was definitely one of the most horrible things he ever smelled. It smelled like burning skin. Tears flowed from his eyes and his throat already felt raw. There was black spots at the edges of his vision. After what seemed like hours, but was probably only seconds, the iron was taken away and there was a nasty sizzling sound as Tyler put it in the bucket of water.
He felt the pressure being lifted from his shoulders as The Doctor let go of him. His arm burned and stung as if the iron was still there, but he knew it wasn't. He continued to cry as he listened told them speaking in Gallican and heard footsteps coming closer and closer to him. He felt a hand on his arm and whimpered, not having the energy to scream anymore.
"Yes, it looks good." He heard The Doctor say, sounding pleased. Tyler nodded and The Doctor left the room. He strolled over to Will and started untying the restraints. He heard Tyler laugh, just before the darkness took over.
They had finally finished making arrangements for everything and were getting ready for bed. Gilan had already moved the extra mattress into the living room and was getting blankets. Crowley was in Will's old room, and Halt was finishing his beloved cup of coffee before going to bed. He was surprised they hadn't heard anything from Will in a while, he usually was not this quiet.
Maybe he's finally getting some rest, Halt thought hopefully.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
"NO! TYLER, DON'T!"
The scream erupted from his room and echoed through the house. He leapt from his chair and ran to the door, Crowley and Gilan hot on his heels. He unlocked the door and burst into the room. Will's legs were tangled in the bed covers and he was kicking and thrashing trying to get loose, which only got him more tangled up. He was holding his right arm as if he had hurt it, and Halt could see the growing red on his arm. He was drenched in sweat and shaking all over. Halt walked over to the bed and grabbed Will's wrists, stopping him from moving. Will whimpered and thrashed harder.
"Shhh, it's okay Will. It's just a dream." Halt said.
Gilan and Crowley rushed over to help, Gilan holding his legs still while Crowely untangled them. After a few minutes, they had him untangled and could tell he had torn some of his stitches because there was blood on the sheets. Will woke up with a gasp and when he felt hands grabbing him, he immediately fought harder. His eyes were glazed over and he seemed out of it.
"Will! Look! It's us!" Gilan said frantically, still having trouble keeping him from tearing more of his stitches.
Will refused to give up and kept fighting. More blood splattered onto the sheets as he tore his stitches even worse. Tears streamed down his face and he yelled, "Let me go!"
"Crowley, go get me a sedative! Hurry!" Halt shouted.
Crowley rushed out of the room, hoping Will wouldn't get loose while he was gone. Sadly for Gilan, that's exactly what he did.
He wrenched his arm free from Halt's grip and punched Gilan in the nose, causing him to immediately recoil, letting go of his legs. With Gilan... busy, Halt wouldn't be able to keep him down by just holding his wrists, so he jumped on top of Will, straddling his waist. Will yelped slightly in surprise and would've leapt from the bed, had Halt not been on top of him.
At that same moment, Crowley returned with the sedative and, seeing Gilan in the corner cradling a bloody nose, gave it to Halt and went to help him stop the bleeding. Halt grabbed Will's wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand, with the other he took the sedative from Crowley. He and Gilan left the room, probably going to clean up all the blood.
They all knew Will hated needles and avoided them whenever possible, so when he saw the needle he freaked out.
"Nooo! Please don't poison me again! Please don't!" He begged, crying harder.
Halt was confused. Why would he think they would poison him? Will knew none of them would ever hurt him unless they absolutely had to.
"I'm not going to poison you, Will. I would never do that, I promise." He said calmly.
Will paused in his struggles for a moment, to glare at him. Then he got angry.
"Y-you're a liar!" He yelled angrily, still trying to get away from Halt.
"Shhh, no I'm not." He said, pulling up Will's sleeve on his left arm, revealing dozens of scars that went all the way up and down the length of his arm. With a huge amount of effort, Halt ignored them for now. He could look at them later, when Will was asleep.
Will mentally sighed in relief that he hadn't touched his right arm- which still wasn't healed yet and hurt really bad when anyone touched it. He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt a sharp pain in his left arm. He winced and looked up to see Halt slowly pushing the plunger down on the syringe.
"YOU ARE A LIAR! YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD NEVER POISON ME!" He cried, struggling harder than ever.
Halt finished quickly and put the empty syringe on the bedside table.
"I did not poison you, Will. It won't hurt you, it's just gonna make you go to sleep for a while." He explained, hoping Will would believe him.
"B-but I can't!" He said desperately, his struggles becoming weaker and weaker.
He couldn't lose any more time than he already had, he needed to leave, and fast. His eyes became heavy and his tense muscles relaxed against his will, but he, being the stubborn person he was, refused to close his eyes and give in.
Halt felt Will relax and wondered why it felt weird, and then he realized why. Every time he had seen Will since they got him back, he was always very tense. He hadn't relaxed at all the whole time he's been here. He figured it must have something to do with nerves... He looked down at Will, surprised to see that he was still awake. Then he saw him stubbornly fighting to keep his eyes open, tears still rolling down his cheeks.
"Go to sleep." He commanded.
Will struggled for a few more seconds, then gave up. He could find Tyler later...
A/N: SEE! I'm getting better at making my chapters longer! Yay! I will probably do a prequel to this story after I finish it to explain how Will got captured and what everyone was doing while he was gone! Do you guys want me to do that? Review and let me know! I LOVE REVIEWS! THEY MAKE ME REEAALLLLYY HAPPY. SO REVIEW. RIGHT. NOW.