Prompts used: Blow To The Head, Slurred Words, "I can't think straight."
Gordon groaned as he slowly woke up.
Why was his head hurting so much?
He was laying on something cold and hard. He went to push himself up, but froze when he went to move his arms and met resistance.
His eyes flew open.
He had no idea where he was. He didn't recognise his surroundings. The walls were bare. He was laying on the floor.
He tried to move his arms again, but they were twisted behind his back and there was something rough tied tightly around his wrists.
What was going on? Where was he?
He tried to push himself up again, but he couldn't.
There was a noise behind him, and he tensed up when he recognised the sound of a door opening.
Footsteps slowly entered the room, and Gordon's heart started to beat louder as gradually a person entered his field of view.
They were not someone that Gordon recognised. They wore a mask so Gordon couldn't see their face, and their clothes were just a jacket and a pair of jeans. No uniform, so probably not someone who worked for the Hood or any organisation. Gordon wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.
As the person came to stand in front of Gordon, they huffed out a laugh, which was slightly muffled behind the mask. Then, they crouched down so they were close to Gordon's face.
"I can't believe it," they said, their voice sounding shocked. "We actually have a member of International Rescue here."
He sounded young, almost like a teenager, and that put a bad feeling in Gordon's gut.
"Told you we'd pull it off."
Another person suddenly appeared next to the first one. All Gordon could see of them were their eyes staring down at him through the holes in their masks. He squirmed uncomfortably in their gaze.
"Wha' a' who…" Gordon tried to form a sentence, but his mouth wouldn't cooperate. It was like it was disconnected from his mind. He had words he wanted to say, but he just couldn't form them. "Wh- me… hep."
Laughter met his ears and Gordon squeezed his eyes shut to block out the noise. He tried to free his arms again. He needed to get away. He needed help.
"Look at him struggle." One of them chuckled, and Gordon opened his eyes again as his energy depleted and he slumped back against the ground.
The first guy stood back up and tilted his head as he looked down at him, like he was analysing him.
"To be honest, I thought he would have put up more of a fight. You'd expect more from a guy from International Rescue," he said absentmindedly.
"We have much more to come, don't forget. I'm sure he'll give us a show then," the other one said ominously as he nudged his friend with his elbow.
"P- pl-" Gordon tried to force the words out, and grew frustrated with himself when he couldn't get his mouth to work.
"P-p-p-!" They teased and their laughter continued. Gordon could feel tears brimming in his eyes.
Then, the first one who entered the room came down to lean close to him once again, and the jokes abruptly stopped as the humour left his voice.
"If you want this to go easy for you, you are going to do what we say from here on out, okay?"
He paused like he expected Gordon to answer, but he stayed quiet and just stared up at the man, unsure what to say.
Suddenly, he was roughly yanked up onto his knees as a tight hand gripped him under the arm. His whole world violently swayed and his vision briefly went black.
"He asked you a question," another voice he hadn't heard yet whispered harshly in his ear.
Gordon flinched away from the voice. He hadn't realised there was someone else behind him this whole time, and that unnerved him.
The hand kept him firmly in place as the person continued. "If you don't do what we want, we'll make you regret it."
To accompany the threat, one of the guys in front of him pulled a knife from his pocket. He started to spin it around between his fingers, and the blade caught the light coming through the tiny window high up on the wall.
"Are we clear?" The first boy spoke again.
Gordon still didn't answer, but then he was shaken violently by the one still holding him. He felt a wave of nausea as his head spun and his vision blurred.
"O-okay," he finally managed to utter as he closed his eyes once again to wait for his brain to stop feeling like it was rattling about in his skull.
"Good," the first one smirked, and he stepped back as his friend with the knife approached. "Now, tell us everything you know about International Rescue."