Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 23.

14th October 2016

9:00pm

Sawyer's POV

"Are they here yet?" I pestered, nervously watching as my friend tried to receive a signal.

We were waiting for kian's orders to pounce, waiting until they arrived, armed with weapons and a defence team. The task was an easy one, but we had to be sure, sure that they couldn't escape again.

I could feel myself visibly shaking, my arms were laced around a tree trunk, and I looked carefully from my hiding spot, desperately trying to eye the two boys in sight.

We had to be quiet, reserved and concealed, just incase Troye caught a glimpse. I could only see him, stood pacing, his head drowned in his hands, looking like he was in some sort of panic.

I couldn't make out anything else, not from where I was standing. Jc had swore he saw the hostage, but all I could decipher was a small figure laid on the ground.

Was he hurt?

"They're coming." Jc brought me out of my trance, pulling me up with the sleeve of my jumper. I winced as he gripped me harshly, but fell silent again as we moved across the leaves.

My stomach was twisting, and I felt as if I would puke. I knew the people coming, the blood thirsty villains, that showed no mercy for their crimes. I had watched them kill and slaughter innocent people, and the thought rendered me weak, as I knew I was different. I couldn't bare the thought of murder, it was something that I had never wanted to commit.

I was forced.

So as tonight was beginning to look eventful, death on the cards for some, I couldn't help but worry, praying that my finger wouldn't be behind the trigger.

I seemed like the only one here with a conscience, one that would haunt me if I killed, for the rest of my life.

14th October 2016

9:00pm

Troye's POV

I could hear noises.

My vigorous pacing grounded to a halt, and I silently slid to the floor, crouched up against Connor, who's body stayed motionless in the leaves.

"We're going to be okay." I whispered, the soothing words spoken for him, but there to satisfy myself, as I swallowed hard, a pained lump of anxiousness blocking my airways.

"Everything will be just fine." I spoke again, reaching out to take my lovers hand, stroking his white fingers and intertwining them with mine, so I could feel the contact with my skin. His touch quenched my nerves, and I let out a breathy exhale in response.

He seemed so cold, the Autumn temperatures proving to be no help in his current situation. I had wrapped his body in my jacket, covering him as best as I could, but it was no use, he was visibly shaking.

There it was again, the same noise, prising me from my thoughts. Of course all conclusions slipped into my mind, inevitable death pushing forward. I had a feeling we were being watched, spied on behind the bushes. Of course it was my instinct that told me to check it out, but I told myself not to, as I wasn't certain of what I'd find.

We were in the middle of no where, and I wasn't sure what it was, but to me it felt like we were surrounded, surrounded by blood thirsty animals, something big and scary. I felt unsafe, and worried for Connor's life, just like he was worried for mine.

The thought began to take me back, back to a time when I knew nothing but fear. I knew nothing but the feeling of worthlessness, as if my body was worth no more than a punching bag.