Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 27.

14th October 2016

11:00pm

Troye's POV

I woke up.

My eyes shot open in a sudden burst of panic, and I woke from my traumatising daze. I was instantly crying, the world around me blurry, as I caught sense of my surroundings.

I was trying to block out the sound of the firearm.

It could feel it's piercing blast, raging through my ears, and I was quick to cover them. Anything to stop the noise.

My sobbing calmed slightly, and I wiped my eyes, desperately clearing my vision. The blur was slowly subsiding, and I felt a mix of panic, and relief, as I saw the world around me, very much earth like.

I found myself slumped against the tree trunk, unharmed, and very much alive. My head had not been splattered with blood, nor was a large, fatal gun shot wound present. I was just laid there, perfectly still amongst the dirt, my arm stinging as I pinched it tightly.

I was definitely alive.

It was only then, that I slowly looked upwards, swallowing hard at the sight in front of me.

Rick's body was sprawled out across the floor, seeping blood from a back wound, penetrated by a bullet. He was unmoving, lifeless, as his eyes laid shut.  His devilish smirk had been replaced by the cold and bitter expression of death, his cheeks no longer flustered, but gaunt, his eyes no longer brown and intimidating.

My monster had been defeated, but I just didn't know how.

I shuffled to my feet, shakily hobbling over to his body, and gingerly placing my finger on his pulse. He was definitely gone, no longer in the land of the living, but I hadn't felt the gun fall from my forehead until after the bang.

Why was I still alive?

I saw the retched revolver, still gripped firmly in his now stiffened fingers, the top of his index lying softly on the trigger. It was close, but it hadn't been pulled.

I stood confused and dazed, in a state of pure shock. The world was spinning around me, and I felt as if I would pass out again. There were lifeless bodies laid all around me, and my heart was doing panicked somersaults. I couldn't see from left to right, my anxiety attack causing me to fade in and out of focus. I forgot who was around me, and I forgot what I was fighting for. All I could hear was the painful gunshot sound ringing through my ears, that deafening noise, and the sound of my name.

My name?

I thought I had gone crazy, sinking to the floor as I heard the voice. I was distraught and confused, panicked and terrified. I couldn't see anyone alive, but I could hear my name, the ring of the word getting stronger as I calmed myself.

"Tr-oye" It was a faint mumble, but I could hear it drowning out my thoughts. I looked around for the sign of any passers by, I looked to the sky briefly, to try and get an answer.

"T-Troye." The voice was louder now, more powerful, as it turned my head. I sat confused for a second, before it finally registered.

"T-Troye."

It was Connor.

I hurled myself up, and rushed valiantly to his aid. My legs couldn't carry me quick enough, and my body flung itself against his, overwhelmed at the sight of his open eyes.

He was laid weakly amongst the grass and the dirt, his breathing slow and forced, and his head a mix of blood and black eyes. Even in this state though, he was beautiful.

Beautiful and alive.

"Connor, Connor baby." I was suddenly shaking him, smiling down at his pained expression, as his use of voice rendered him weak. He was slowly hitting the side of my hand, gesturing for me to look down.

"Connor I-" I cut myself off as I saw the sight in front of me. His hand wasn't empty, lifeless and stiff like I thought it would be. It sat holding something precious, something dangerous and deathly.

A gun.

It was the very firearm I had placed beside him, once tucked behind his jacket, as I kept it spare and safe from others. It was the very weapon that I had seized to use, the thing that was saved as my last resort.

It was the very thing that had just been used as a last resort.

"Connor, d-did y-you?" I stuttered as I spoke, my hands carefully removing it from his grip, as he fought to stay awake. "D-Did you-"

"I sh-shot him." He whispered breathlessly, shaking slightly as the thought of the ordeal crossed his mind. His tears rolled down his face, softly, showing fragility within him, as I suddenly pulled him close.

I hugged his limp body dearly, and I sat him against my legs, in a bid to keep him awake. We were both crying, whimpering, as we sat alone once again in this deserted forest, now finally away from our captors, away from our demons.

We were both so shocked, amazed that we sat alive.

"T-thank you." I sniffled, burying my head lightly into his chest, and snuggling up against his cold figure. I could feel him nod amongst the whimpers of agony, and for his actions, I was beyond grateful.

"H-How?" I pressed, pulling myself up into a sitting position, so I could lay him comfortable against my lap. He just chocked on his own tears, and sobbed against my legs, letting out laboured pants of exhaustion across me.

"I-I w-woke up." He mumbled, his quiet voice fading a little more. "I t-thought y-you w-were a-bout to d-die." He cried, briefly closing his eyes again, regaining the little energy he had left.

"Baby, I'm okay, everything's okay." I soothed, placing a light kiss on the tip of his cheek. He smiled weakly, and his head flopped to the side, in a turn of tiredness.

"I-I'm g-going t-to d-die a-aren't I?" He whispered, his eyes now fully closed again. I kept brushing my hand across his hair, trying to keep him talking, but my hopes were slowly falling, alongside his, as he unintentionally ebbed away.

I had gotten my Connor back, but not for long.

"You are going to be fine okay, just stay awake for me baby." I wiped away my own tear drop, that sat prominent on his hand. I bought it up tentatively to my lips, and I kissed as much life into it as I could.

"H-help m-me." He muttered, before going completely still in my arms. He was unconscious again, and my crying had picked up to a full blown wail.

"CONNOR!" I screamed for the second time this week, hitting his face vigorously in a plead to see his green eyes again.

His beautiful green eyes.

"I-I'm going to help you sweetie." I kissed his cold cheek, watching his chest fall carefully, to signal he was still alive. I stood painfully, and rushed around to find another body, one that was still cold and hopefully lifeless.

Rick.

"It turns out you're good for something." I smirked, slowly rummaging through his pockets to find the item I was looking for.

His phone.

I ran back over to Connor, and took his head in my lap again. He was out cold, and his eyes fluttered beneath his lids. I kissed the side of his temple with affection, before pulling back to intertwine our fingers.

"I'm calling for help baby, just hold on a little longer okay?" I used my shaky hand to dial the number, not taking my eyes from him for a second. I had to check he was still breathing, for I could not cope if he wasn't.

"You have to hold on Connor." I begged, wiping my final tears, as the operator began to answer.

"I can't loose the man I'm in love with."