Law and Order- complete

XV

"That's not Harry!"

"Does he and Jason have the same tattoos?"

"Where's Harry?"

The questions swarm throughout the dark, moldy basement as one by one, the members being to take their ski masks off of their heads, brows furrowed in collective confusion as they shouted in unison at each other, then, at Brian, who stood next to me. 

I didn't dare to look at him. Fear coursed through my veins and tears pricked at my eyes as the only thing I could think of was how the fuck I'm going to get out of here, and with Jason too. God knows what'll happen to him when they find out he tried to take my place- when Brian finds out.

My entire body was covered in sweat, I'm sure, as I awkwardly stood there, grateful that they'd all been shouting out of their asses, subconsciously waiting for the final verdict given by Brian, who, when I looked, had been staring me dead into my eyes, seeing through the ski mask and making eye contact with the scared little kid who was just about ready to shit his pants.

His eyes held an emotion I couldn't place, lips parted open slowly and nostrils slightly flared as he breathed through his teeth, and finally, he looks away, through the dark and around the crescent of boys. 

"This is Harry." He points to Jason, who is on the floor with the sack still shielding his face. "Speak up, boy,".

 There is a collective murmur of bewilderment as Jason grunts in response. Brian glances back at me, then at Jason, unsure of what to do.

I don't think he understands the protocol for frat members being switched out for Vice president during an initial, and to be honest, neither did I. I can only imagine how horrified he is. Only wanting to do this to help me out,  a pussy who can't handle his own shit.

"Prove it then, someone take off his sack," A brave voice suggests, making Brian snap his head to him and shoot him a glare that could kill.

"Shut the fuck up, Peter,"

"Yeah, take it off," Another voice.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

My heart was beating so loud I could hear it in my ears, it created a heavy feeling in my chest that urged me to fall to the ground and sob, scared for my fucking life. 

"I'll do it." 

Shit.

A member with broad shoulders approaches the center of the circle where Jason was, reaching his hand out.

"What the fuck are you doing," Brian cuts in, speaking quickly and a bit panicked, "it's Harry, do you think I'm fucking stupid? Do you think they're stupid enough to pull some shit like this? You're not stupid...are you, Jason?" Brian turns to me, head angled to the side and brows furrowed innocently.

I shake my head no. My stomach clenched and unclenched as I fought the bile back down my throat at the gaze he held on me. His eyes blazed with bewilderment that he tried so hard to cover up, keeping composed for his members.

And then it happens.

The sack is ripped from Jason's head.

"Run!"