Three o'clock Chronicles (re-upload )

The Phoenix.

Ryan was making his way down the sidewalk, suitcase handcuffed on his hand. He was looking left, right and behind him, paranoid. Paranoid that someone is following him.

Ryan saw a kid on a bike stop in front of him, he gives a small smile to the kid. The kid gave a devious smirk back. *Shit.* It was too late. He got tazed in the neck and he saw black.

The next thing Ryan knew a sack was taken off of his head. He looked around and noticed that he was in a sort of..torture room. He tried to move..he couldn't move. He was strapped to a chair, thrashing around, trying to call out for help. He was gagged with a cloth by a woman.

This went on for what felt like hours, the women torturing him, trying to get him to give the suitcase up. They tortured him and at the end..they had enough. Ryan looked over as he saw one of the women grab a cleaver, she raises it up over her head and...bring it down right..on his hand.

Ryan screamed.

Austin lay in bed, unaware of ryans current situation. he couldn't get their pact out of his head.. ryan had the briefcase. nobody thought to protect him? what the fuck were they thinking? he was eventually pulled out of his thoughts by a knock on the door, putting on his glasses and pushing himself out of bed with a grunt.

he rubbed under his glasses as he went to the front door, opening it to see.. a bag. he took it off the handle, looking into it.. and seeing ryans hand. a stone dropped in his stomach. "shit... shit shit shit.. i gotta warn everyone.." he looked around quickly before shutting the door, forcing himself not to want to throw up as he got dressed as quick as he could to sent out the falcon they all agreed upon.

Next thing Ryan knew..lights were shining on his face as he laid strapped on a table. He held out his one good hand in front of him to try and block it out. He tried to fight against the straps that held him down, the women working on things around him. One of the women put on a glove and grabbed a..sharp tool..

Austin in that time had gotten to the cliff, releasing the falcon into the sky, hearing footsteps behind him as he watched the falcon fly away. it had an orange tag around its foot so it could be an indicator. he wasn't quick enough as he felt a sharp needle break the skin of his neck, struggling as his eyes rolled back, slipping into unconsciousness.

jack was whistling softly as he filled up his car, none the wiser to what as to become of him.

Adam was walking from his car into a store when he happened to look up, seeing the falcon. *Fuck..* His eyes widened. He saw something and he looked back in front of him, it's a black van. It stopped in front of him, the door opening. He went to run away but someone tackled him in.

Ryan kept thrashing around, trying to make it harder for the women to work on him. He felt things being pricked into his skin, his arms being cut into. He felt his stomach being cut open, he yells and one of the women shush him as she grabs another.. tool.

jack had happened to look up, seeing the falcon a few minutes later, eyes widening. "fuck me.." he breathed, before his face was covered by a cloth full of chloroform. he tried to struggle, but it was too late as he went under, the women dragging his body into the black van.

Ryan was being tested on..he was scared. *What were they doing to him?* He tried to push them back with his one good hand but they kept on experimenting on him.

Ryan started to feel weak as he coughed out blood. His breathing becoming labored, "Stop.. please.." His voice hoarse from screaming. The women didn't listen to him..

Ryan could only deal with so much more pain before he.. passed out.