A/N: Hey guys! I'm sooo sorry! I had some really horrible writer's block... and it took me forever to get some inspiration. But now I'm back so please don't murder me with an axe! :D
It was so cold. It reminded him of when he'd been captured and taken to Skandia, but not quite as cold. He couldn't stop shivering. His leg hurt and ached, but it didn't bother him much. He was too focused on finding Tyler. It was around 2:00 in the morning now and Halt, Crowley, and Gilan had gone back to the cabin, probably looking at maps trying to figure out where he would go.
He cautiously climbed down the tree and looked around. He knew where he was, but finding Tyler was gonna be difficult. He played with Gilan's saxe knife in his hands and thought about what he was going to do.
What would I do if I was Tyler?
Hmmm... I would probably go after Will.
Well that's not helping any.
Whatever.
He sighed and looked around.
Which way should I go?
...Somewhere.
You're stupid.
"I guess I'll just go." He said to himself.
He started moving north. He didn't know what he was going to do if he found Tyler. He knew if they fought, he would almost definitely lose but he didn't have enough time to think of a clever plan. He had been walking for a while when he heard something behind him. He quickly turned around, his eyes jumping from side to side in search of danger. He saw a flash of dark blue fabric and brought his knife up into throwing position. The forest was silent. It disappeared and he watched the forest for several seconds, then it showed up again. For a fraction of a second, he had a clear shot. He took the risk. In one smooth movement, the knife was speeding toward its target. But he had made a fatal mistake. He rushed the shot. The knife flew off course, into the depths of the forest. He was just about to run when someone grabbed him from behind. A hand clamped over his mouth before he had a chance to scream. He thrashed in their grip, but couldn't get free. He started hyperventilating.
"Shhh, calm down." Tyler said. He sounded angry.
He screamed, trying to get someone to hear him and come help, but it was muffled by Tyler's hand. His heart was beating so fast he thought it was gonna explode. His breathing sped up faster and faster until he felt like he couldn't breathe. Tyler started dragging him away. He dug his heels into the ground and kicked and thrashed, but he couldn't get away no matter what he did.
No please! Not again! Let me go!
He heard Tyler sigh right before he was roughly thrown on the ground. The force of it knocked the breath out of him. He immediately tried to get up, but was shoved back down. He felt Tyler tie his hands together. Then his ankles. Tyler moved up and grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head up. He put something in front of his mouth.
"Open up."
He shook his head and growled.
"Fine then."
He was confused for a second. Then something hit him really hard and pain shot up through his injured leg. Tears filled his eyes and he screamed, but it was cut off when something was forcefully shoved in his mouth. Rope. He felt Tyler tie a really tight knot at the back of his head. He could already feel the headache coming.
"That's much better." Tyler said as he picked him up again.
He growled and writhed.
"We're gonna go someplace quiet. Then we're gonna have a nice long talk about what you've done."
Tyler started walking in the opposite direction of the cabin. He struggled and fought for a while, but eventually gave up. He was exhausted. He didn't know how long they had been walking for, but he knew they must be really deep in the forest by now. He didn't recognize any of the landmarks but then again, he hadn't been able to study his maps in the past year, so he could've just forgotten. His wrists hurt because the circulation was cut off when Tyler tied him up. He had a horrible headache. After what seemed like forever, they came up on an abandoned shack. His blood ran cold, knowing that they had almost reached their destination.
"We're here!" Tyler practically sang as they reached the shack.
He felt nauseous at the thought of being stuck with Tyler again. He saw a black horse sitting outside... it was strange though. It wasn't tied to anything, yet it hadn't run off... it looked like a Ranger horse.
No... it couldn't be. You're seeing things.
Tyler opened the door and brought him in. The shack only looked abandoned on the outside, on the inside it held a large variety of torture weapons. He started shaking with fear when he saw the familiar metal table in the middle of the room. Tyler felt him shaking and followed his eyes to the table.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. You should feel special, I had that brought here just for you."
Nononononono! This can't be happening! Not again!
Tyler walked over to the table and put him down on it. He frantically tried to wriggle off the table, but Tyler grabbed him and dragged him back before he could escape. He took a knife from his cloak and cut his shirt off. He threw it in the corner. Will shivered when he felt the cold metal below him. Tyler cut the rope around his wrists, but kept a strong hold on his hands so he couldn't do much. He put Will's hand in the restraint and pulled it tight. When Tyler tried to put his other hand in the restraint, he yanked it away from him, which earned him a sharp slap to the face. Tears pooled in his eyes but didn't fall, not yet at least. Will fought against him and lost. 5 minutes later both his hands and feet were in restraints. The rope was still in his mouth and he couldn't seem to calm down.
Tyler was standing at a table that was full of torture weapons. He seemed to be undecided on what to do first. A few moments later he picked up a knife and walked back over to Will. The tears started falling.
"Wow, Will. I've thought of you as many things, but stupid wasn't one of them. Congrats, now it is." He said as he played with the knife.
Will tugged at the restraints and whined when they cut into his wrists, but didn't come undone.
"That's pointless. It's fun to watch you try, though."
No no no! Leave me alone!
Tyler leaned on the edge of the table and slowly dragged the knife down his chest. He stopped breathing.
"Are you trying to die faster or something? Breathe, you idiot." Tyler said as he put more pressure on the knife, watching his face the whole time.
Will whimpered as he felt the tip of the knife break his skin, warm blood following shortly after.
"Are we having fun yet?" Tyler smiled.
Leave me alone you sick bastard!
After a while, Tyler got bored with cutting him. He went to the table again and returned with a syringe. Flashes of memories flew through Will's mind when he saw the syringe.
No! Please! Anything but that! Nooo!
Tyler stood over him, a viscous smile on his face. He had seen the sheer terror in his eyes. Without warning, he grabbed Will's head and turned it to the side. Then he stuck the needle in his neck and injected the poison into him. Seconds later, Will was a screaming, crying, tortured mess.
"I love my job." Tyler said happily as he watched Will suffer.
A/N: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! REVIEWS ARE WHAT INSPIRES ME TO KEEP WRITING, SO REVIEW. RIGHT NOOOOOWWW! Merry Christmas by the way! :P