Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 25.

14th October 2016

10:00pm

Troye's POV

My heart sunk heavily, Watching as Sawyer's face grew mortified. His hands were vigorously shaking as he dropped the gun, almost hitting the ground in slow motion as it crashed against the dirt. Our eyes were falling with it as we stood still, and I suddenly realised Sawyer's moment of heroics was over, ending as fast as it emerged, leaving us in just as much danger as before.

"You little son of a-" Rick began to mutter under his breath, releasing me hastily as he rose to his feet. I watched him march over to my saviour, his bawled fists popping with rage, as he grabbed the scruff of his neck, running him back into a tree. I could see Sawyer physically trembling, his eyes darting towards me, and then back to Jc, who was crouched hysterically over Kian.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN DEFEAT ME? YOU THINK YOU CAN PLAY ME AT MY OWN GAME?" Rick was wrathful as he threw Sawyer to the floor. I pushed myself back into the dirt, as I watched the kicks and beatings, evolving quite suddenly as the anger took over. I could see Jc in the background, kneeling over an unconscious figure, that this time, wasn't my Connor. Kian looked half dead, unmoving and limp. His eyes were closed, and his hand was dramatically draped over his wound, a dark red patch forming across his jumper.

I squirmed about as Rick took Sawyer, shoving him against the rocks, and bashing him around like a pile of old washing. His men, who were stood quite awkwardly, rushed to his aid, assisting him in his moment of madness.

I was blocking the noises out.

I felt as if my body was chained to the ground, my legs immobile under the weight of the shock. All I could hear was the sound of my fast breathing and the rapid drum beats of my heart. It's heavy and laboured pace was what I was focussing on, my eyes now fixated on Connor at the same time.

As much as the situation was killing me, I knew I needed to get to him, slip over to his side, as the fight evolved. No one was watching me shuffle around, no one could see me move.

I hurried over to his aid as quickly as my numbed limbs would take me, and I fell to his side in a panicked heap.

He was cold and lifeless, his skin tone matching the deathly pale colour of our captor, who laid not far behind us. Jc was too busy to notice my presence, too focused on his best friend, to give a damn about my whereabouts.

For that I was grateful.

"Connor, Connor can you hear me?" I stroked back his hair as I whispered, dabbing the newly found blood on his face. The beating he had received was harsh and deathly, proving to worsen his current state, as he still laid unconscious.

I wanted to wail in distress, as I witnessed his pain, but my main focus was to rescue us, not draw attention. So, in an emotional moment, I sucked up my tears, and let the adrenalin take over, as I spotted our get away, lying just a few feet from my reach.

The gun.

The large pistol Sawyer had dropped, looked heavy and dangerous, but in this situation, it was the most inviting prize I could feast my eyes on. At this moment in time, it was our only option, if we were to defeat Rick at all.

I hid it behind me, leaving it to rest beside Connor's body, all hidden, and tucked away. I was shielding him, with the last amount of force I had, slowly standing above him, protecting his body from further abuse.

Just as I closed my eyes again, the silent noise I had perceived to be real, faded into a mist of shouting and screaming, the loud echoes of Rick's voice causing my heart to enter my mouth. His bellows were terrifyingly bold, and it didn't take me long to zone into the action evolving.