Unforeseen (The Following Fanfiction)

Unforeseen

Catching the agent was far from easy, it was long and painfully hard. They weren't going to waste that by killing him straight away. No, they had other ideas.

They had been driving for some time but they finally pulled up outside of the mansion. Inside the boot of the car, Mike's cries and curses could be heard, along with the occasional outburst of kicking. He was still putting up a fight.

"We'd better get him out" Luke suggested. Mark nodded and they both got out of the car and walked towards the boot. They opened it and threw Mike onto the floor. He yelled with pain and swore but it wasn't much use underneath the duct tape. His mouth and wrists were wrapped in duct tape so he couldn't do much to protest.

"Let's take him in" Mark grabbed an arm but Mike pulled away, forcing him to let go. Luke grabbed the other arm, "Now now, there's no need to be like that agent". Mike ignored him and when Mark grabbed him again he didn't protest. They pulled him to his feet and lead him inside. Lily was cooking in the kitchen when they walked in. She smiled when she saw them.

"Hello mother" Luke exclaimed, still holding Mike up. "I hope you don't mind but we've brought a friend along with us" Mark added, patting Mike on the head. Mike shifted his head away at the contact. She finished chopping the pepper that was on the side and turned to face them. "Well, you'd better make sure he is comfortable then hadn't you" They both exchanged looks and advanced towards the door at the other end of the kitchen. They lead Mike down the steps which lead to the basement. It was a large basement divided into four rooms which all branched off of a corridor in the middle, two rooms each side. They lead him past the first two, to the door at the very end on the right. Still fighting the occasional outburst.
The room was set out into a bedroom, a double bed, a desk, a chair, a chest of draws and a wardrobe. The room was fairly dark as there were no windows and everything was grey and black. He immediately noticed the handcuffs that were locked onto the headboard on the bed.
Mike was scared. He wouldn't let this show. He kept on telling himself that he mustn't let them win. That Ryan would find him soon. All that he had to do was not fuck up before he got there.
They made him sit on the end of the bed and ripped the duct tape off. The pain made his lips sting. He licked his lips, he could taste blood. His wrists were sore however they weren't bleeding.
"Comfortable?" Luke asked. Mike looked up and stared into his eyes defiantly. "Perfectly" He smiled as he wiped his mouth, looking down to see blood. "We can't allow that" Luke laughed and walked over to the headboard to unlock the handcuffs but Mark stopped him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Don't you think he has been through enough for today, besides, we have plenty of time. No need to rush things" he glanced towards Mike and rested a hand on his shoulder, "He won't be going anywhere". Mike didn't move away but Mark took his hand away. They both stared at Mike and grinned. "C'mon, let's go". Mark walked towards the door and gestured for Luke to follow. "I'll catch you up" he said. "Sure" Mark replied and he left.
Luke waited for the sound of the basement door above closing before he spoke. 'We have been watching you for a long time Mikey. You know, I think that Mark has a bit of a soft spot for you. Oh and don't try to escape, there's no point. We will only catch you again and we won't be so kind next time. Besides, I'm sure you'll learn to love it here". Mike still remained silent. Unsure of what to say and slightly fearful of what Luke might do if he didn't like his response.
Luke left, locking the door behind him. Mike waited for the sound of the cellar door before he got up. He searched the draws and the wardrobe for anything. All he found were clothes. Nothing he could use as a weapon or  pick the lock with.
Mike gave up, deciding not to make a noise he laid on top of the bed and tried to think of a plan but he couldn't. He was sure that Ryan would find him but this didn't stop the fear that was growing inside of him. He couldn't help but think of his family, what they would do without him should he not make it but it had been a long and tiring day. He was battered, bruised and bleeding and before he knew it, he was asleep.