Guys, Where's Wesley? (Emblem3 Fan-Fic) COMPLETE!

CHAPTER 2: Jason

Wes awoke with a start. There had been a loud bang from the room that must've been above him. He started to become more alert as well as more aware of his situation. His arms were cramped in pain from the position and his head was still pulsing. He shook away the last of his tiredness just as the door opened above with a squeak. Two pairs of feet could be heard stomping down the stairs before a vibrant light switched on. Wes hissed lightly at the sudden brightness and threw his head down. He blinked a few times until he eyes became used to the light again but he kept his head down.

"Hey WES," one of them spat in a deep gruff voice, harshly ripping down the mouth fabric covering to Wes' neck.

Wes remained silent and starred hard at the floor between his legs.

After a few minutes, the other laughed. "Ah, little boy doesn't want to talk eh?"

Again no answer.

"Hey!" We're talking to you," the first one yelled.

Still, silence.

Quickly, the first one leaned down and sliced the foot rope off. Wes flinched a bit, fearing the knife would slice his leg. He then grabbed Wesley's hair. He started to drag him up the pole, placing his other hand under Wes' arm to help him. When he was on his feet, the first man made Wes look up at them. The first man was tall and muscular. He had on faded blue jeans and a white tank. His skin was tanned and his short brown hair was spiked. He had on big, black sunglasses on. The second man was less...noticiable. He was also huge but he adorned in black pants, a black hoodie, and a black ski mask. Only two of Wes' kidnappers ever showed their faces. This one was Jason, as he had been introduced to before.

"Okay, look here kid, we're not playing here," the second man said.

Wes' eyes stayed hard and cold. He begged himself to not allow the tears that he felt forming fall. His face was like stone as he starred at the pieces of scum in front of him. Behind the pole, his hands clenched and unclenched. His legs were a bit wobbly, from the long sit and the frusterated anger boiling inside of him. It felt a bit like a sugar rush as his heart beat faster and faster.

"Where's Drew and my brother?" Wes tried to say, even his throat felt swollen and raw.

"I don't know," Jason laughed again. "They could be here...or there...or everywhere!"

"Kaboom!" the second man yelled, making Wes jump and his skin crawl. His reaction was enough to send them into laughs once more.

"I...I just want to know if they're okay," Wes said slowly and quietly, his voice almost pleading. He didn't want to show weakness but the possibilities running through his head were tearing his facade down. He dropped his head, letting his tough look go.

"They are," Jason started as Wes lifted his head back up.

"Than-"

"For now!" Jason yelled, again sending the two into cackles and Wes sliding back down to the floor. "Did I tell you to sit?!" When Wes didn't move back up, the original action was redone to get him back up to his feet. "Like. I. Said. We aren't playing here. You do what we say when we say. That's it." Jason whispered loudly in his ear.

"Tell me, Wes," the second man started. "Are you scared?"

Wes thought carefully about his answer. "I don't really have a choice, now do I." He replied with a much more stern voice then before, but still raspy from the lack of water.

"Guess not, good answer," the second answered back, his voice distant. "Here." A small, brown, burlap sack was thrown on to the floor. He then went behind him to undo the the rope around his wrists. "You try anything, you'll get laid out," he whispered to Wes. Wes nodded back in reply, rubbing his raw wrists, stained with dry blood from the struggle. He looked at the men as he slowly picked up the sack. He carefully pulled out one of its contents, a water bottle. Confused, Wes actually took a look in the bag to see a piece of bread and half soft apple.