Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 20.

14th October 2016.

8:00am

Troye's POV

He was getting worse.

It had been a long and painful evening, Connor's wails of distress waking me from my slumber, as I laid him against my side. I couldn't sleep anyway. Just the thought of him in pain, made my heart shake, his screams of agony rendering me weak, as I caressed his skin.

He was still asleep.

I had been pacing our current area for an hour, searching for some sort of relief, as he stayed passed out on the grass. The wet dew from the mornings sunrise had made him cold, so I had wrapped him in my jacket, assisting him the best I could.

All I could find were an abundance of berries, and a load of new water, now bottled up and laid by his side. The river proved helpful, as I bathed my t-shirt, and quickly rang it out, stopping as I heard him groan.

"Troye?" He whispered, smiling weakly as I rushed to his aid. He sat himself up against the tree trunk, and raised an eyebrow as I handed him my wet shirt.

"What's this for?" He questioned, feeling the soggy texture of the thing as I exposed his stomach, now black and blue and more swollen than ever.

"We need to clean this up a bit, and it might take the swelling down." I muttered, slowly dabbing his wounds.

I watched him wince, letting out inaudible yelps as I wiped him clean. It physically pained me, but it had to be done, it was the best I could do right now.

"W-what's wrong with me?" He sniffled, whilst exhaling a deep and shaky breath. He was recovering from the aching, as I brought away the raggy top.

"The kicks to your stomach have damaged your insides." I breathed, stroking the ends of his fallen locks. "I think you're bleeding internally Con." I whispered, watching as his face scrunched with worry.

"A-Am I g-going to d-die?" He had begun to tear up, slowly burying his head into my chest. I let a tear fall into his hair, and I hugged him as tight as his injuries would allow me.

"No." I kept my voice calm, pulling up his chin to wipe the wetness from his face. "No, I will not let that happen okay?" I smiled tentatively, leaning in to kiss the side of his temple.

"I need you too much to let you go." I whimpered, finally letting go of myself as we cuddled again. He was full on bawling, and I'm not sure anything I said would do him justice.

It was almost as if he was having a panic attack.

"I d-don't want to d-die!" He wailed, looking up at me briefly as I cupped his cheeks. His red and blotchy face looked beautiful, even with his tear streaked skin, and his puffy red eyes. I couldn't think of loosing him, even if we were only just together.

It was like an instinctive bond you see?Something I couldn't break or change. My urge to protect him constantly revealed itself, and I couldn't help but feel helpless.

The sudden wave of lust overcame me, and I smashed my lips onto his, leaning gently into the kiss, as his eyes widened, and he hastily stopped crying, his breathing slowing from a ragged pant to a rhythmic motion.

"T-that was un-unexpected." He swallowed hard as we pulled away, watching as his hands naturally laced themselves around my neck.

"Someone once told me, that holding your breath can stop a panic attack." I smirked, pecking his lips once more, as I saw them curl into a smile.

"Maybe kissing is the thing that stops the panic attack." He mumbled, his emerald orbs now shining again, his bloodshot eyes, glimmering against the sun.

"Maybe it's because, when your lips meet mine, I can't think of anything but your touch, your eyes, you. There's no room for panicking." I chuckled, looking hopeful as he nodded his head.

"I'm really falling for you Connor." I confessed, laying him back down, as another wave of agony crossed his face. "I meant what I said. I can't loose you baby."

"I will hang on, I'll be okay right?" He looked unsure, now gripping my hand as we intertwined our fingers. I took one last look at his injuries, gulping away my worry, before nodding, reassuring him as he closed his eyes.

"I'm falling for you too Troye." He whispered, before the exhaustion overcame him again, causing him to slumber against my shoulder.

The butterflies in my stomach were replaced with dread, now pooling solemnly at its depths. As much as I wanted him to be okay, I knew that he needed medical attention.

He needed it fast.

14th October 2016

9:00am

Kian's POV

"I can't believe you agreed to this!" Sawyer fretted, watching intently as I pulled the van to a halt. He was sat in the back, panicking as Jc clenched my gun, smoothly tracing its design with his fingers. His usual smirk of the devil had been replaced by a weak curl of the lips, as he sat silent, listening to mine and Sawyer's debate.

"Rick wants me to kill the hostage, so that's what I'm going to do." I stated, looking angry as my friend protested against my actions.

"We're going to have two murders on our hands Kian, how are we going to hide the body?!" He asked, his voice raw and raspy, as if he was about to break.

"That is why we drove home, to get these bad boy's." I winked, pointing to the black covered large spade, and a black zip up body bag, now supplied by our boss.

"You're not seriously going to dig a hole for the poor boy?" Jc spoke up, eyeing the spade unsurely, before turning back to Sawyer, the boy on the brink of tears.

They weren't as strong as me. They hadn't seen the things I had seen, done the things I had done.

They couldn't bottle up their emotions, suppress the guilt and the anxiousness, replacing their exterior with a hard faced facade, someone that wasn't bothered about being a murderer, a drug dealer, a swine.

"We'll do whatever Rick says okay?" I sent them a frustrated glare, before opening the van doors, and stepping out quickly. I grabbed my weapons, and looked back, awaiting the boy's attention.

As I stared at their faces, all I saw was pure shock, worry and defeat, as if they had seen some sort of ghost. I heard one last gulp from Jc, before I slowly swung my head around, looking directly in front of me.

Pure silence.

A broken window.

No hostages.

They had escaped...