MorMor: A sprinkle of Westwood Suits & Sniper Rifles.

My Sebby

Jim's P.O.V:

Muffled sounds pierced my ear drums as I slowly came to. I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it, the lights momentarily blinding me and sharp pains shooting into my skull. Closing them, I decided to focus on my other senses. I was sat upright and I could feel where my wrists and ankles had been tied to a cold metal chair. The air was thick with moisture which would suggest I was in some sort of abandoned building...That and the sound of pigeons roosting somewhere above me. 

The sound of shoes on concrete alert me to the presence of someone entering the building. I kept my head down as if I were still unconscious, waiting for them to get closer. A hand slapped across my face and I ground my teeth, slowly opening my eyes. There was a man, perhaps in his late 40's stood in front of me. He had quite feminine features for a man, with light blue eyes and short brown hair. I noticed one small scar across his left eyebrow. His thin lips pulled down into a frown as he looked at me. I forced myself to smile. 

"Hello there." 

"Hello..." He answered, his lip twitched. "I'm sorry we had to meet under such circumstances..." 

A faint Russian accent? Now this was interesting...."Oh, it's no trouble, really." I feigned a yawn. "Although I am curious...I don't recognize you. What business do you have with me?" 

"My business isn't with you. It's with your...Flatmate." 

I raised an eyebrow. Sebastian?  Why... Something clicked and I felt the puzzle pieces slowly forming together. Sebby had mentioned spending some of his earlier days in Russia, with his father...Could this be him? Sebby must take after his mother because he looked nothing like this cold man before him...Except for his nose maybe...Yes, they had the same nose. I decided to play dumb. 

"What do you want with him?" 

"I want him to realize what a waste of time you are...And if he doesn't come to his senses, I'll have to persuade him." He scowled at me and I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows. Me? A waste of time? And what does he think he's doing, threatening my Sebby?

"Well I think that's a little harsh considering you're his fath-" His fist connected with my jaw before I could finish. I could feel where he wore a metal ring on his finger as it came into contact with my cheek, and bit down on my lip. Ouch. Okay. Touchy.  He clicked his fingers and two other men walked in. I blinked. 

"Are we going to have a party?" I asked innocently. 

He laughed without humour as they both walked towards me. I closed my eyes and went into my mind palace. This was going to hurt. 

Seb's P.O.V:

An address had been sent to my phone. Was this where Jim was? I had no choice but to go there and find out...There was a shuffle from behind me and with a jolt, I realized Eliot was still back there. I threw a quick glance over my shoulder. He seemed to still be asleep.... I guess I'd have to worry about him later. Right now, my main priority is Jim. I slammed my foot down on the gas pedal, narrowly avoiding a group of lost looking tourists.

If Jim wasn't okay, I swear to fucking God...I'd kill them all. 

Once I was sure I had found the place, I parked the car nearby, locking Eliot in and taking a gun. I warily approached what looked to be an abandoned hospital, quietly walking in and looking around. The main entrance lobby was a dirty white, with paint peeling off of the walls, cracked white tiles underneath my feet and holes in the ceiling. There were trolleys and beds scattered around that I had to occasionally squeeze by. A noise sounded from above me and I jumped, looking around quickly to only realize it was just a stupid fucking pigeon. Jeez this place was seriously giving me the creeps...