Forced Into Insanity

Chapter 3: Deception

— Gabriel —

I'm pretty sure getting hurt this much isn't too healthy for me. Whatever. I wake up from what I assume was a coma and try to sit up straight. I manage to lift my torso but I wince, stopping halfway to centre myself. I prop myself up on my arms, elbows straighter than a damn line and hit my head, pushing me back to my original position. The fuck?

Darkness. Everywhere. A tiny slither of light lining the bottom of wherever the hell I am. I falter when I feel movement and hear heavy metal clatter around me. I try to feel around for what it is and come up short. I then try to move my legs and hit what I recognise as pliers. The space is too tiny to be a tool shed though. I feel movement again and this time, you guessed it, I falter again but I'm awake enough to recognise the movement as a car passing over a bump in the road.

Great, I'm in a car trunk.

There's a sting of pain every time I move my arms or legs. He got my back and disabled me. If Fran were here she'd probably bandage me up at this point.

Fran.

Fran, who I still don't know the whereabouts of.

Forget it, you'll see her when you get out of this bastard's car trunk. I think it's the bastard's car anyway, it wouldn't really make sense for it to be anyone else's unless it's like a mini bastard henchman driving me to some kinky sex dungeon thinking it's torture because oh look I got a saw. Yeah right. I don't doubt that they're going to try to slash at me but most probably I'll be tied up. He tied me up in that bathroom with rope, maybe it'll be rope again but I have no clue.

A thought enters my mind, what if he does get me? He came pretty close to killing me back in that bathroom. I'm not dealing with some bozo criminal, he clearly has it out for me or I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time, which is a huge possibility considering my luck. Still, he seems to know what he's doing.

More light. Oh god. Play dead. No, that's so fucking stupid. Claw at him, I DON'T KNOW. I'm panicking hard, hard enough to eliminate all logical thought. The tiny slither of light has turned to a full view of a street. The street is surprisingly..clean?

I straight up lock eyes with the bastard and we're both stumped for a moment before he regains his stoic expression and says "I guess we're doing this the hard way." He helps me out of the trunk and continues,
"Follow me."
"Do I have a choice?" I mutter.
"Stop being annoying and co-operate if you know what's good for you." He says it so casually, like he didn't just insult me.

Fair enough.

"Where are we going, siri? Left or right?"
He actually smacks me upside the head and I start laughing which annoys him even further. He kicks the front of my elbow and it bends, pushing me back a few steps but I manage to maintain my balance.
"Oh grow up." He yells.
I decide not to push my luck and stay silent although I have a strong urge to say 'alright, mom' but I don't. I've made enough jokes already, one more and he'll snap on me, whatever that means for him.

We walk in silence into a room and it's exactly what you expect out of a kidnapper, dimmed lights and a single chair lit up by a broken ass light fixture that'll probably hit me on the head before we even start the questioning. Except there's two chairs.

"Awww, you made time for me, kidnapper." I comment.
"You're being kidnapped, at least start scanning the room or something, Gabriel." The bastard says, disappointed, annoyed and strangely..calm?