Seeing someone you love in pain is without a doubt the most gut-wrenching feeling in the world.
Sam knew that without a doubt.
"Colby! Colby, bro!"
The brunette was screaming, twisting and turning in his chair- tipping his head back to release cry after cry after cry.
"Stop it! Make it stop please!" Sam demanded, tugging helplessly at the rope binding him to that chair.
Richard was smirking, casually leaning in the doorway as if he were getting a glimpse of the football match on the telly.
The woman- or witch now apparently- was staring at then, a sinister gleam twinkling in her eyes that made Sam feel sick.
He turned once more to his friend, seeing the brunette's eyes wide with panic whenever he'd open them. For the majority of the time, he had them squeezed shut in agony.
"Colby! It's okay- please..."
He turned back to the witch.
"Please... please make it stop."
She just laughed- more like a cackle; that sent shivers erupting up Sam's spine.
The blonde wanted to cry.
Actually no, he wanted to wake up and this all be a dream. He wanted to wake up in his cosy bed back in Los Angeles next to his beautiful girlfriend with his best friend sleeping soundly in his own apartment down the hall. He squeezed his eyes shut.
But he didn't wake up back home.
Because this wasn't a dream.
And Colby's screams were as real as anything.
"Please! Please I'm begging you- I'll do anything you want..."
It was useless, he knew.
Neither Richard nor the witch looked like they had any intention of stopping this torture.
"Sam!" Colby managed to breathe out between his grunts and cries of pain.
"Colby- Colby; dude it's okay... I'm going to- just please stay with me, please, please stay with me."
The blonde wrestled with the rope binding him to the chair- his own sickness and weakness forgotten as adrenaline pulsed through his veins and all that was going through his head was help colby help colby help colby.
But it was no use.
He was bound down tight.
He wasn't going anywhere.
He couldn't get to Colby.
Just like last time.
"He wished he could add a thing or two to say to take the brunt away from Colby, but the gag was tearing into his bite."
There was no gag this time, but there was rope. And a witch.
Sam felt helpless- just like he had done that time in the basement of the Belle Estate.
Having to lay there and watch his best friend take kick after kick.
If he could, he'd have taken all those kicks instead- or just had the pain from them. Because he'd do anything to help Colby- and he knew the brunette would do anything to help him.
They were bound together for life.
Sam and Colby vs the world.
No force could ever tear them apart- because that's how strong their friendship was.
They shared everything in life- from a job, to apartments, to bank accounts.
And they shared experiences too.
Like sitting on top of an abandoned sky scraper and watching the sunset.
Or hitting a million subscribers.
Or crashing a wedding in banana suits.
Or getting arrested- maybe not the best example.
And now; Sam was watching his life-long partner in crime screaming and crying tears of absolute agony.
And he couldn't do anything about it.
He was about to open his mouth- plead some more; beg- offer them all the money in the world.
When a shot rang out. And another.
Sam squeezed his eyes shut, heart leaping out his chest.
The room was silent.
Colby's screaming had suddenly ceased- and now the brunette was hanging limply in the chair; chest rising and falling rapidly.
The blonde blinked his eyes open; ears ringing and head spinning from the shock of the explosive noise.
The first thing he saw was a body. A woman. The witch. Lying on the floor with blood seeping from her middle.
He turned his head, and there was Richard.
Lying on the floor- blood pooling around his body.
Sam almost gagged- he'd seen too many dead bodies in his lifetime.
And finally, he turned his head towards the door.
And there, standing in the doorway- gun in his hand,
Was Nate.
