{DISCONTINUED/DOING A REWRITE} Lonely Nights Without You {Dreamnotfound}

The Trek {PT9}

Clay's POV:

Clay was surprised to see that George wasn't with him anymore. But he was instead walking towards me with two horses on either side of him, Nick following close behind with a third. The horses have multiple sacks attached to them hanging from the side. "Get up sleepy head!" Nick shouted, throwing a sheathed sword towards me. I caught it and walked up to them taking my lead from George who was smiling widely. "We decided to get the stuff early, so it took a bit longer." George says, "I'm honestly really excited to see my brothers, plus you looked exhausted so we let you sleep in more." I grin, getting a mischievous look, I hook my arm around his waist and bring him towards me. Nick just rolls his eyes at me and tosses me a green hoodie. "Just get on your horse," he says, already climbing onto his. I unhook my arm from George's waist and helped him onto his saddle, while I climbed onto mine. We then rode off towards the Capital.

Third Person POV:

While we were riding George was giddy a smile never leaving his face. Clay's eyes fill with wonder at what he was so happy about, which Nick asked for him. "Why are you so happy George?" George just looks at Nick rolling his eyes. "You already know why." Nick just gave George a confused look, he sighs, "it's the fact that I'll be able to see my brothers again, plus I think Karl has missed you." George grins from making Nick turn red, which Clay has never seen before. To piss off Nick Clay asks, "Oh~, Nick~, who's Karl?"Nick just scoffs at him, after not answering George just says, "He's my little brother, Nick and Karl are so hopelessly in love~." George purposefully drags out the last word to piss him off even more than he was. "Fuck off," Nick mumbles, while Clay and George just laugh.

They rode in a comfortable silence Nick still mumbling under his breath at the two who were silently making fun of him. But it wasn't silent for long. They heard cackling in the distance, and with every step the horses took, it got even louder. The three soon saw tents, it was a makeshift camp for the bandits who were criminals and taking refuge with their kind. George cringed at the drunken bandits who were sitting by their drinks, not having a care in the world. Clay and Nick look at each other then back to George. They hopped off their saddles and handed the leads to George who had stayed back. Clay unsheathed his sword and silently told Nick to do the same. When they both were close enough they got a good look at how big the camp was. This giant camp wasn't here before. Nick who was not as stealthy as Clay, fell into a hole catching the attention of the drunks. They turned their heads to look in the direction of the noise. Clay freezes, knowing that if he makes one sound he and Nick would be caught. The bandits luckily just shrug it off and continue with their drinking. Nick and Clay sigh in relief. Nick gets up and starts to stalk more carefully around. Clay does the same but climbs a tree to get a better view. He looks over the camp and sees something that looks like a medicine tent. His face gets smug, thinking that one little peek wouldn't hurt. He starts swinging from tree to tree like a monkey to reach the tent.

George's POV:

I sat down on a nearby fallen log, already had tied the leads of the horses to a tree. He sighs and leans back looking up into the trees. He hears a stream nearby which calms his nerves for the two that had ventured off on their own.

Nick's POV:

When I fell into the hole my body stopped. My breath hitched at what had happened. If we were to be caught we would be outnumbered, I was also thinking of what would have happened to George if the bandits saw him and his fragile body. I shudder at the thought, scared to even think about it. I take more precaution with every step that I take, I look up to see Clay swinging from tree to tree. Knowing that grin of his, I smile knowing that he'll probably scare George half to death.

George's POV:

I open my eyes after a while wondering what those two could be doing. I heard leaves crunching under someone's boots. I tried to tilt my head in the direction of the noise but I was met with a hand clamping over my mouth. I seal my eyes shut, scared of the person behind me. I felt breath on my ear whispering, "Let's have some fun shall we?" I shivered, and continued to shake but didn't move a muscle despite how desperate I was to get out of this stranger's grasp. "Stand up," the man rasps. I do as he says standing up from my once comfortable position on the fallen oak. I felt cloth cover my eyes, a hand still covering my mouth.

Clay's POV:

I was hoping to scare George but when I got back to the place we left him only the supplies and the horses remained. I jumped down from the tree and saw separate footsteps leading into the camp. A growl escapes my throat before I could even move towards the camp. I turn on my heel and run back to Nick to tell him what was going on.

I searched for about two minutes until I finally found him staring with wide eyes at the center of the camp. I follow where he looking until my eyes landed on George. The drunkards standing around him. George had on a blindfold but no gag. Which was surprising. But I understood why in just a few moments. One of the drunks grabbed George's face and kissed him. Nick had to hold onto me to keep me from running into the group and murdering everyone. When the man pulled away George spat in his face, "don't fucking touch me." The man scowled and plunged his foot into George's stomach making him cough. Another once again grabbed his face, "do as we wish and you'll live. But if you refuse, you'll be tortured to death." George's face fell, "you got that?" George just nodded and the man threw him down on the dirt. "Good, boys, leave him," the man says. "We'll wait till tomorrow to do whatever you wish." The men around George grinned, while he just laid on the ground immobilized.

George's POV:

I couldn't stop coughing, there was liquor on my tongue from the unknown man, and my whole body was hurting at that point. I didn't bother screaming or yelling for help to come, knowing that I'd just get killed. But when I got thrown on the ground my blindfold slipped down my face letting me peek through to see Clay and Nick. I smiled, relief flooding over me. I would be out of here soon, but I'm not sure when. My eye met with Clay's forest green ones. My eye reassuring him that I would be okay. Even though I felt like shit. I sighed and tilted my head back on the dirt road, time ticking by slowly. I saw the light slowly start to fade away along with the cackles of the disgusting men around me.

I know I'm evil you don't need to tell me twice.

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