Blood & Oil | !!DISCONTINUED!!

ch2 | Why Me?

Recap

"Both of you, shut up," A stern deep voice demands. "The boy's here, so search for the little fucker.

With that the argument between the other two men is silenced as the three spread out, each one entering a different room. Y/N seeing an opportunity, sprints out the front door rushing down the stairs, upon making it to the side walk he pulls out his phone to call the cops. But as his luck would have it, he forgot to charge it and it died. 

Y/N feels something in the back of his neck, suddenly he feels tired. He can't help but let his tired eyes fall closed as he drops his phone, and the gun falling to the pavement.

Chapter 2

A masked man looks out from behind a wall, he sees three suited men tossing someone unconscious into the trunk of their car. The cars engine starts with a loud rumble and the car speeds off down the street, the masked man gets out of his cover and approaches two items left on the ground. A pistol, and a phone.

The masked man picks up each item pocketing them with a sigh. "Y/N..." he grumbles. "Hold out until I get there..."

Later

Ben arrives back at the apartment, his eyes widen in horror as he sees the front door kicked in. Ben rushes inside, the apartment is eerily quiet, the place is trashed. Worst of all, no sign of Y/N anywhere.

MEOW

Ben turns around, Y/N's cat sits in the doorway meowing at Ben. The small feline seems distraught, leaving Ben even more confused. Ben scoops the cat up into his arms as he looks around the destroyed home to find his brother, but Y/N's gone, like he vanished. Ben sets the Remy (the cat) down and goes into his room.

 Ben pulls his closet door open. Ben grabs a small stool stepping onto and pushing a chunk of the roof open, pulling out a long box. Ben steps off of the stool and sets the box on his bed.

Ben opens the box carefully, inside is a Mossberg 500 Sawn-Off. Along with an entire box of slugs.

With Y/n

Y/N slowly opens his eyes, he tries to move but can't. Y/N feels the cold chill of metal on his wrists, as his arms lay behind his back. He's a dark, cramped, space barley big enough to fit him. Y/N gets a sudden flash of light as whatever was on top of him suddenly gets lifted, he slowly allows one eye to open, seeing a man looking down at him with a flashlight.

Two other men, both in suits, come and grab Y/N pulling him out of the cramped area he was in. Y/N gets thrown to the ground, his back hitting the harsh gravel. Y/N catches a glimpse of the trunk of a car before a blindfold is put over his eyes and he is forced to his feet.

"Get the fuck off-" Y/N tries to speak while thrashing around to escape his captors only to get punched right in the nose, which quickly made him shut his mouth.

Y/N can feel blood run out of his nose, and the unpleasant taste of blood on his tongue. Y/N gets dragged by the two men, while the one who slugged Y/N leads the group. They all make it to a gate where the first man steps up to the booth, flashing his I.D. badge making the worker manning the gate let them in.

The group of men lead Y/N into a facility, guarded by men in military grade equipment. The men walk through the building, leading Y/N towards a set of double doors. The first man walks up to the doors taking out a keycard and swiping it through a card reader. They pull Y/N into an office room, a wooden desk sits in the middle of the room, a man who's face is completely covered by shadows looks up and signals to sit Y/N down.

The men lazily toss Y/N into a chair, ripping the blindfold off, Y/N blinks a few times as his eyes adjust to the light.

"What the hell!" Y/N yells, trying his best to get the handcuffs off. "The fuck do you want from me?" Y/N yells, only to receive no response. Y/N's a tough guy, he doesn't get scared very easily. But even then, while he puts on a brave face, he's terrified.