Never Expected (a Chandler Riggs/Grayson Riggs fanfic)

To Live or Die in Atlanta

I wasn't sure how long I was out but I was finally waking up. My vision was still a little blurry, I could see that the room was semi dark, the only thing that I could make out was a wooden board on the far wall. If my vision was clear I would've been able to see what was on the board.
It took at least two minutes for my eyes to regain vision and now I could finally see what the room really was, except it wasn't a room, it was a basement. At least Grayson was beside me. Both of us were handcuffed to our chairs, but the chain wrapped around the water pipes.
I looked over to Grayson and he wasn't awake yet. I kicked him a little.
"Grayson." I said, quietly.
He still didn't answer, he was breathing which allowed me to sigh with relief. I kicked him a little again.
"Grayson!" I said, a bit louder.
There was still no response from him. I gave up on trying to wake him and let him wake up on his own.

6 minutes later...
Grayson had finally woken up.
"W-w-where are we?" Grayson asked.
"A basement, it's probably Adrien's." I replied. "They must of knocked us out with chloroform and must've gave you an extra dose, you were out for a while. I thought you were dead. But I'm glad your not."
It wasn't long before Adrien and the others came down. We didn't bother making eye contact with them, we just stared down at the concrete floor.
"HEY! SHITBIRDS!" Adrien barked.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"You know what we want."
"So, you're going to kill us?"
"Maybe. Or maybe I'll just kill one of you and injure the other." Adrien stated.
"The hell you will!" I yelled. "Grayson and I will be leaving here alive and THERE AIN'T NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP US!"
Adrien walked up to me and punched me right across the face.
"Stop yelling. You'll only make things worse." Grayson exclaimed. "Don't you want to get out of here alive? In one piece."
"I do."
"Well then, stop yelling, if you keep this up they'll kill us both."
"All right, sorry Grayson."
Adrien turned to his buddies and gave a few of them an order.
"Mark, you'll be cutting the Carotid artery. Harold, you'll be cutting the captives. James, you'll be the one who sets them free after all of this. Marcus, you'll be with the rest upstairs." Adrien explained, in a hushed voiced.
"Got it." The others stated.
They decided to wait awhile before doing their jobs and so they headed upstairs.
"This is all your fault. You just had to let them join and change some of the rules, didn't you?!" Grayson yelled.
"It's been my fault from the start, well until we became friends." I exclaimed.
"So you're the reason they're bullying me?" Grayson questioned.
"No. You know what I meant." I voiced.
"Grayson, if I die I would like it if you finished my story for me, all you have to do is read it before you start writing, that way you'll know what to add to it. That would be much appreciated."
"You have my word." Grayson announced.
"But if I die..." Grayson started.
"You won't. I'll stop it from happening." I declared.
"You can't always save people, sometimes you just got to let nature take its course. People are dying all around the world and sometimes, it's best just to let go." Grayson implied.
"I promised you that nothing else would happen to you and I'm not going to sit around and watch my brother die." I announced. "I'm not saying that I'll be the survivor, I'm just saying what I would do if it came to that conclusion."
"I know and I appreciate it." Grayson said.

3 hours later...
Harold came down with a chef knife and approached me first. He grabbed my right arm, placed the blade right near my shoulder, applied presser and pulled it down as hard as he could. It stung like hell. He did the same thing with my other arm. Plus he also did it to Grayson. He even cut down our calves and then he departed.
"I don't think you or me will be getting out of here alive." Grayson proclaimed.
"We will, just trust me, ok?" I queried.
"Ok." Grayson spoke.
I started drinking the blood on my left arm. I did it until it stopped, or it was just flowing slowly. I did the same with the other. Grayson did the exact same thing as me, hoping that it would work, even though it would.

A few more hours later...
Marcus and James then came down but Marcus had the same knife that Harold used. He started to clap it in one hand.
"Now, which one of you will be the victim?" Marcus asked.
"Let's free them and then we'll each grab one and whoever you grab you'll slice the Carotid artery." Harold suggested.
"That won't work you idiot! Why don't you James, go and get Anthony and Lucas. Then we'll set them free and whoever Anthony catches he'll be the victim." Marcus stated.
"All right." James answered.
James then left and returned two minutes later.
Anthony and Lucas stood across from each other but left enough space for the captives to run by.
James freed Grayson, but held him back and Marcus freed myself and held me back. They waited three more seconds and then released us. We took off running, we tried our best to avoid being grabbed, but the other two managed to grab us.
I saw one of the others hand Grayson over to Marcus, I tried my best to get free but Lucas's grip was too powerful to fight. Even if I did try everything.
"If you try anything, ANYTHING at all I will KILL YOU!" I barked.
I had a serious look on my face and I was ready to just knock everyone else out.
"Just stop, ok. It's meant to be, you can't change that." Grayson announced.
"I can and I will." I exclaimed.
For the second time I tried everything to losses Marcus's grip on me, I tried elbowing him in the gut, sacking him, I even tried flipping him onto his back, but my attempts failed. I then tried one more thing. I bit Marcus's arm and literally dug my teeth into his skin. Finally he let go.
"Let him go Anthony! Or am I going to have to kill you?!" I roared.
"You don't even have a weapon."
"Don't I?" I questioned
"Nope."
"That's where you're wrong Anthony." I declared.
"Prove it then."
I reached into my left front pocket, they were pretty deep pockets. Went down almost to my knees. I then pulled out a pocket knife and took out the blade.
"I will throw this at you and I will kill you if you don't let my brother go."
"Yeah right. You'd be hurting your own friend or you'd kill him. Enough chit chat, I have my duty to attend to."
"Yeah, right. I bet you won't do it."
"Daniel, just don't, all right?"
"But..."
"I said, DON'T!"
"Fine!"
"What's taking you so long? Just do it!" James ordered.
Marcus didn't obey.
James walked over to Marcus and grabbed Grayson.
"Wait! Let me take Grayson's place." I said.
They all looked at me.
"If that's what you want, that's what you'll get."
James walked over to me and started to choke me. He then proceeded to push me towards a wall. Once we were near the wall he smashed my head against it, causing it to bust open and then he instantly cut my throat. He continued to choke me for another thirty seconds and then let me go. I fell to the ground.
"That's how you do it! Next time don't fucking hesitate or listen to the captives."
Grayson ran to my aid and stopped the bleeding that was coming from my throat. He helped me to my feet and together we walked up the stairs and left the building. Once outside Grayson immediately dialed 911.
"911 what's your emergency?"
"It's my friend he had his Carotid artery cut. And he also has part of his head busted open." Grayson replied.
"Is the cut still exposed?"
"No. I have it covered up. I'm keeping him alive for now, just please send an ambulance ASAP."
"Where are you?"
"I'm not sure. Can't you just trace the call?"
"We can, you're using a mobile phone, right?"
"Yes. Just please send an ambulance. I'll keep my phone on if that would help."
"Ok, an ambulance will be on its way. Just keep your phone on so we can trace the call."
I put my phone on speaker and placed it on the ground.
"Listen to me Daniel, you're going to survive, do you understand? I'm not going to let you die."
I was about to speak, but I knew nothing would've come out, except blood.
"Daniel, don't speak. It'll only make you bleed out more."
Grayson looked at the time on his phone and noticed that 10 minutes had past since he made the call.
"Where's that ambulance?"
"It's on its way sir."
"We'll tell it to hurry up. My friend is dying."