Legacy (FT Next Generation)

|Chapter 24| Noble

"You have to eat."

Instead, Ezequiel spit in Silver's face.

Silver grabbed a handful of Ezequiel's hair and slammed his head against the wood floor, "if you don't eat-"

"What?" Ezequiel spat, "my moms gonna be upset? Why do you care?"

Ezequiel yelled as his head got bashed against the floor again. He laughed, "well- you obviously want me dead. That's good, cause I want you dead too."

"You bastard," Silver grumbled, "fine then. Don't eat. But don't expect those restraints to be any looser."

Ezequiel truly wondered what he meant by that- until Silver left the room.

The cuffs around his ankles and wrists became tighter- and he could feel his hands and feet become number by the second. He could lose his limbs for this, and for what? Pissing off his mother?

Actually, the more he thought about it, the sweeter a deal it became.

But no. If he had any hopes of escaping, losing his hands was definitely not an option.

He took a piece of meat with his numbed fingers and ate it. Immediately, the cuffs loosened and the feeling in his limbs came back.

"Screw you, Silver!"

Ezequiel downed the water that was given to him.

A couple minutes after he was done eating, he noticed things were unusually quiet. It was only lunchtime, and he would normally hear something in the hallway. Whether it be the servants talking or his mother's screeching- it was always something.

But then it was like he heard it all at once. Continuous clunking down the hallway until it reached his door, and it swung open.

"Oh, Mavis," the seemingly random man swore, "I don't have time for this."

Greying dark hair, unshaven beard, tall and obviously kept in shape. His eyes were just tired and one could tell he had only slept a couple hours if any.

Just who was he?

Ezequiel's eyes traveled from the disheveled man to the door and back to the man, "who in the living hell are you?"

The man rolled his eyes, "he has manners, too."

The man sprinted to behind Ezequiel and easily took the chains off the wall. Ezequiel didn't know how, as he's been trying for days, but only questioned what was happening when he was picked up and raced out of the room.

"What the hell?!" He exclaimed, "put me down!"

"Can't do that," the man grunted.

"Let him go!"

The man paused. Ezequiel managed to peak around him and spotted his mother, pissed off as well as injured.

"Don't worry mother!" Ezequiel exclaimed, "I'll take my chances with a stranger! Nobody can be as psycho as you!"

"Just because you lost your own children doesn't mean you can take mine!" Mira exclaimed. It was then when Ezequiel noticed a dagger in her non-injured arm.

The man scoffed, "once you get mine back, I'll give yours back, deal?"

"This isn't like you," Mira mumbled.

"Yeah, I never would have expected you tie your kid up for no damn reason, so I guess we're both doing things out of our normal," the man said sarcastically. "Bye again, Mira."

"Who the hell are you?!" Ezequiel exclaimed as they sprinted down the hallway.

"No one important."

Ezequiel rolled his eyes. This wasn't the first time he's been kidnapped.