A/N: MUHAHAHAHAHA! This is where the real fun starts... or maybe it's not... You don't know if it is, but I do! Lol ;)

That was it. He needed to leave. Now. He had already wasted a whole week which meant he only had one week left! They had locked him back in his room though... which was a problem. It was late in the afternoon, he was guessing around 7:00. It was dark outside, and it was raining. That would give him perfect cover of he could ever get out of this room! Maybe they would let him out for dinner... He could smell food cooking in the kitchen, so dinner would be soon. He decided that was when he would leave.

Gilan sighed as he stirred their dinner. He felt so bad for Will. He wondered who Tyler was though... He put the spoon down and went to the living room, where Halt and Crowley were talking.

He sat down with them and said, "Who is Tyler?"

Halt and Crowley looked at him and saw how sad he was. They really needed to figure this out.

"I'm not sure, Gil. But we'll find out soon enough."

Gilan studied him closely for a minute then quietly said, "Don't lie to me, Halt. You know who he is, or at least have a theory. I know you do."

"Fine. I'm fairly sure he's the one who took Will." Halt sighed.

"How do you know?"

"I don't. But he talks about him when he has nightmares, so he's obviously someone Will's scared of."

"What does he say?"

"Mostly he tells him not to do things. I think Tyler is the one who tortured him."

They all went quiet. They were all upset that their friend had been tortured.

"Are we gonna let him out for dinner?" Crowley asked.

"He probably won't eat, but yeah."

"I'll go get him." Gilan said, getting up and going to Halt's room.

They sighed and went to go finish making dinner.

They were almost done when they heard a loud bang. They put their stuff down and went to Halt's room. Will suddenly jumped out of the room and ran past them, to the front door. As he ran by they saw Gilan's saxe knife in his hand.

"Will, no!" Halt yelled, grabbing his strikers and following him out the door.

Gilan and Crowley did the same. Once he was out the door, Will moved very quickly. He sprinted towards the forest, that was his best chance at getting away from them. He stepped lightly, although he knew the rain would wash away his tracks there was no harm in being careful.

He heard the horses whinnying in distress and his heart stopped. He looked over at the stalls and could just barely see the top of Tug's mane. Every single cell in his body told him to go see Tug and he wanted to more than anything in the world. But he couldn't. Not until he got everything straightened out. He forced himself to keep running and not look back.

"Will! Come back here!" They yelled.

He tried to ignore them, but it still hurt to just leave them like this. But he had to. Halt, who was the closest to Will, pulled out his strikers and quickly put them together. He threw them at him, hoping to stop him before he got to the forest. He knew it would be nearly impossible to find Will once he reached the forest. Will's injured leg burned, but he kept going. Then he heard a familiar sound behind him. He knew what that was. He dropped to the ground and felt the strikers fly over his head and off into the woods. The second they went over him, he was up and running again.

He finally reached the woods, but kept going, knowing that he would need to find a good hiding place. He could hear Halt's footsteps behind him as he tried to catch up. Gilan and Crowley weren't far behind either. This was bad. He couldn't run for long because of his leg, which was now bleeding profusely. He had torn his stitches again... He felt a shiver run down his spine when he realized how cold it was. He was completely soaked because of the rain.

"Where should I hide?!" He thought frantically, making random turns in different places.

He didn't really care where he ended up as long as he got away from them. His breath came in ragged gasps and his leg hurt worse with each step be took. In a split second, he made a decision. Without warning he jumped up into the nearest tree and started climbing as fast as he could. He felt blood drip down his arm as he cut his hands on the rough bark of the tree. He climbed a few branches higher and stopped, trying to slow his breathing so he wouldn't be heard.

"WILL! Please come back!"

He heard them walking around below the tree he was in and froze, knowing that if he moved he would be seen. He stood completely still, not daring to move.

"Do you see him anywhere?" Crowley asked, his eyes scanning the trees.

Suddenly a small twig fell from the tree they were near and they all looked up. They couldn't see anything in the tree, then a bird tweeted and hopped around on the branch, causing more twigs to fall.

"Aw man! It was just a bird." Gilan sighed in disappointment.

They stayed there for several minutes, listening and watching for signs of movement. The forest was completely quiet other than the birds tweeting and flying around looking for food. The rain made the ground really muddy and they were all soaked by now, too.

"C'mon, let's go." Halt said, continuing in the direction Will had been going before he jumped in the tree.

Will waited and stayed quiet until he was positive that they were gone. Sighing, he sat down on the tree branch and looked at his leg. It wasn't bleeding too bad now, but it still hurt a lot. His arm burned dully but it wan't that bad. He looked down at Gilan's knife in his hand and smiled. When he took it Gilan's face was priceless. He felt awful for leaving but he had to clean up the mess he had made. How he was going to do that was a whole different story, though. He really didn't know what he was going to do, but he would figure everything out in the end. He always did.

A/N: You people better review! I hurt my ankle really bad yesterday and that's why I'm updating so much (I updated my Call of Duty story too). I know this chapter is short, but at least it has some action in it, right? Will ran away! Lol, that was hard to write... REVIEW! :D