Abducted (MxM)

Chapter 6

He cried out as he woke up in pain. He lay gasping as he tried to take in his bearings. His head hurt massively and he vaguely remembered the car accident and that's when it became clear where he was.

In The Room.

His body started shivering uncontrollably and that's when he noticed he was tied down to the metal table.

"No..." he said fearfully, already starting to panic.

"Oh. It seems my dog is awake." He heard Kurt's voice drifting from afar. He tried to turn his head but it, too, was tied to the table. Kurt came within view of him, a sharp knife in his hand. "Shall we begin?"

His pained screams echoed throughout the building as Kurt started slicing his skin.

*

"Hurry!" urged Damon as he watched his team pile into the van. Many others were lined in front of the Psychic Order Institute. He moved impatiently as he watched all the other teams getting ready. They were ready to catch Killer K, it would finally end.

"Chill." Cat said as she patted his lower back, rubbing it.

"Make way." Barry urged as he carried equipment inside their van.

Minutes later finally everyone was strapped in and ready to take off.

"Are we ready?" Laura asked, everyone confirmed and soon the van was driving down the road, followed by many others.

*

He was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness; his body ached, so much.

"I think I shall give you the grand finale like our last visit." Kurt commented as he approached his bound body, a grenade in his hand. His eyes widened in fear and realization, he was going to die.

A scream of grief tore out of him and suddenly the building was engulfed in flames.

*

"There!" Aaron screamed, pointing at a building in flames in the distance. They'd heard something blow up minutes before and headed toward it, now the abandoned factory was engulfed in flames and Damon's urgency grew.

"Hurry! Taylor's in there!" he all but screamed.

The next several minutes were a flurry of motion. The teams arrived at the place and set out to extinguish the fire.

"There's no signs of anybody in there." One member of another team announced and that struck Damon's final straw.

"Fuck this." He muttered as he grabbed one of the fireproof cloaks and dashed inside the burning building.

"Damon!" screamed his friends.

He didn't care, he just wanted Taylor.

"TAYLOR!" he screamed as he entered the burning factory.

*

He was numb with pain as he lay on the table. He felt hot but at least Kurt wasn't there anymore. He stared dazedly at the charred remains of his torturer of four years. Was this how he was doomed to end? Burned to ashes like this evil-doer? Tears fell down his cheeks. He didn't want to die, he wanted to see his friends again, he wanted to be free, he wanted to never fear again. He was just nineteen... His mind finally gave him some rest as it blacked out.

*

Damon was running through crumbling hallways, he burst in every single door he passed and yet none housed anybody. Where the hell was Taylor?

It was minutes later that he reached the room where Taylor was being held. He halted at the sight of the charred corpse on the floor and of the body on the metal table. Taylor.

"Taylor!" he called out to the unconscious boy, dodging growing flames. He felt better as he laid his hands on his old friend and felt his chest moving as Taylor took in small breaths. His breath halted as green eyes slowly blinked open to gaze numbly at him, several seconds passed before recognition flashed in them.

"D...?"

"Yes, Tay, it's me." He smiled reassuringly at his old friend as he held his face, gazing into his tired green gaze.

"Missed you..." Taylor whispered as Damon felt his fragile hand locking tightly around the front of his shirt, before unconsciousness claimed him again.

"We're leaving, we're leaving now, Taylor! Stay with me, baby!" Damon called out, tears of relief dribbling down his cheeks as he picked up his friend's weak body. He held him close as he dashed through the flaming hallways, avoiding the flames.

Once outside it was impossible to pry Taylor from his arms, he wouldn't let anyone ever take him again. He wouldn't allow it.

"Sir, we need to take him to the hospital immediately." One of the men said.

Damon only glared, "My team will take care of it, scram."

He walked towards the van where his team waited for him.

"Is that... him?" asked Laura as Damon neared them with an unconscious Taylor.

"Yes." Replied Damon almost in a whisper as he gazed down at the boy. His skin was cut in many places, his baby fat was all gone, he was too thin, and yet he could still see the beauty in him. "Get me a kit. I need to gauze his wounds until we arrive at the hospital." He moved to the furthest back seat of the van, just for him and Taylor, while the others trailed after. Aaron and Cathleen still shocked-silent at the sight of their old friend.

"He's..." Cathleen caressed Taylor's gritty locks as Damon bandaged his wounds, "He looks so frail..." tears filled her eyes.

"He'll get better with time..." whispered Aaron as he held Taylor's hand, the other still firmly holding onto Damon's shirt.

"He's safe now. You're safe now, Taylor..." Damon whispered in relief as one of his hands covered Taylor's and tightened reassuringly.