Antonio grimaced. Victoria had been muttering quietly in her husky little voice for the past hour, and Antonio was afraid Feliciano had gone into a coma from the pain and blood loss. That was what nations did if they where going to die, they went into a coma until they healed a bit. But Antonio needed Feliciano to stay awake and alert.
"Why the hell are you two here anyway?" Victoria hissed. At this point, Marco and Imani had also fallen asleep.
"We've got a friend... He's kind of high up." Antonio said quietly. "Feli here is his brother. I'm his best-best friend."
"You sure it ain't something more? Ya' hesitated a bit."
"Well... A bit of a lover. But you're the only one who really knows."
"Ah. Well, it's these bastard's faults for screwing up our lives like this. If it weren't for idiots like these- God, I don't know."
Antonio smiled a bit. Victoria's angry attitude reminded him of Romano. He got a little sinking feeling in his stomach whenever she spoke, because it sounded almost as if Romano would, if he where a girl.
It had stopped raining a while ago. He didn't know how long he was awake, but it didn't feel like that long with the other three. He could have been awake all night indulged in a hushed, secretive conversation, exchanging information, and stories, and anything to pass the aching of the time they where spending locked up.
The door clicked open, and instantly Antonio's head flicked to it. As if on cue, Luciano began to stir, a low moan escaping his throat. Victoria sushed them, faking unconscious, but Antonio felt himself tense up, his eyes flying to Feli.
Two masked figures marched in, one moving forward to gag and blindfold Antonio, who began to struggle and shout.
"Put me down! What the hell are you doing!?"
And yet, as usual, his shouts where futile. He began to struggle as he was quickly blindfolded, his shouts of anger silenced by a gag just as gross as the previous one. He kicked as he was hefted over someone's shoulder, but only found it imbalanced his captor slightly. He could practically feel his heart beating in his chest, pounding, pounding, pounding fearfully. Where they going to kill him? Where they going to kill Feli? Make another video? Take them somewhere else entirely? He couldn't know for sure.
He let out an angry shout through the gag as Feliciano cried out in pain. What was going on? He kicked and struggled, but the grip on his shoulder and back grew tighter, as a snake would cling onto its prey. He cried out vainly, hoping someone could hear him, and help them, but he knew that wouldn't happen.
He heard Feliciano begin to cry openly, letting out large heaving sobs of fear and pain. He could make out someone uttering the words 'shut the hell up' and that nearly sent Antonio over the edge. He fought once more, but tighter still the grip grew, and they began to make their way down some stairs.
He swore once that they passed a group, he could hear the chattering of women, young women, but they seemed to pay no mind to their situation. Antonio began to tire himself from all of the struggling, soon going limp.
They pushed by a few doorways, and soon Antonio found himself thrown down on a rough surface. Thick, prickly carpet, like that in the trunk of a car, burrowed into his face, and scratched at his cheek. He heard Feliciano let out a squeak of pain as he was thrown down beside Antonio. Instantly the two huddled together. There was a slam. They where definitely in a car.
Antonio shivered as the car pulled away, and down a hill. Soon after that, he lost track of everything, wherever they where going, he and a feeling it was bad.