sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs - sᴄᴏᴏᴘ ᴛʀᴏᴏᴘ (ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɴᴏ. 1)

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɴᴏ. ᴇɪɢʜᴛ

The Russian man walked back to the table, still locking eyes with Dustin, and picked up the syringe. Dustin's face fell and the determined look in his eyes changed to fear in a split second.

"Okay, wait, I didn't mean any of it." He tried to reason with him. "Hold on!" He yelped. The Russian man didn't listen. He tightly gripped Dustin by the chin and lifted up his head, revealing his neck. Dustin violently shook his head in attempts to free his face from the man's grip.

"Wait! Hold on!" He tried again. "Stop! Stop! Wait! No! I didn't mean it! Let me go!" He pleaded and screamed, trying desperately to free himself as the syringe's sharp needle got dangerously closer to his neck.

Steve, Robin, and Mia winced as they heard their friend scream and beg in horror.

Steve's eyes started to fill up with tears as he watched his best friend struggle. It only made matters worse when he remembered that he couldn't do anything about it.

"Stop!" Steve yelled, his voice cracking as he tried to hide a sob. He knew it wouldn't do anything. It would probably just motivate the Russian.

This was all his fault.

He was going to watch his best friend, his first real best friend, die right before his eyes, all because he wanted to go to some Russian base without hesitation. He couldn't believe himself. He just wanted to get out of that seat and wrap Dustin in his arms and apologize to him a countless amount of times.

"No!" Dustin screamed again.

Just before the needle could touch his skin, the door bursted open, revealing three figures.

Alex, Dom, and Erica.

The Russian man jerked around, also removing his hand from Dustin's chin and the syringe from his neck.

Dustin sat in the chair, out of breath and trembling. He darted his eyes around the room, trying to process everything that had just happened.

Dom looked at the four tied up, and then looked at the Russian with the syringe. He suddenly felt rage flow through his body. Did that dude really just put his friends through pain?

"You asshole!" He screamed. He charged at the man with full force, pushing him and sending him right into the table. The Russian man fell right onto the metal table and hit the floor with a crash. He laid on the floor, unconscious.

Dom stared at the unconscious man, not knowing what came over him. He turned around to look at Alex and Erica. "Did I kill him?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Hopefully!" Alex replied, running to her tied up friends. She separated the chairs so she could untie them all. She looked at Dom and Erica, who were just watching. "Well are you gonna help?" She asked as she untied Mia.

Erica and Dom dashed to the chairs and helped untie the rest.

"Please don't tell me you nerds are drugged again." Erica groaned as she untied Dustin.

"Trust me," Robin said. "I think you would know."

After finally being freed, the four couldn't jump out of their chairs fast enough.

"Alright," Mia spoke up. "I'm done. Let's go."