Jett

6 (Part 1)

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Kayden stumbled away from the window and quickly turned to the voice behind him.

Two men stood before him, both wearing similar uniforms to those inside. If Kayden believed in coincidences, he'd entertain himself with the thought that they were a pair of average construction workers who, like him, had innocently stumbled into the situation- okay, so maybe he wasn't that innocent but still. Though, Kayden had watched enough movies to know that coincidences like that didn't exist.

He examined them carefully knowing, from first hand cinematic experience, that the two's appearances meant that there was no way that they could be the good guys. One looked to be in his mid-forties, with glinting dark eyes and a large scar on the side of his face that stretched when he gave a menacing smile. He held a crowbar, which he gripped tightly in both hands, knuckles seeming to pale slightly with the force of his hold. His breathing was slow but laboured, as if every breath he took was a struggle to get in a sufficient amount of oxygen.

The other man looked a fair bit younger but no less threatening as he stood stoically next to his older friend, his yellow hard hat doing nothing to brighten up his demeanour. He didn't make a single sound, just stood there unmoving, like some kind of ugly statue. Kayden was convinced that his large body was made purely out of stone. They smelt heavily of body odour and cigarettes that they had attempted to cover up with an atrocious amount of deodorant.

"Oh shit," Kayden muttered, trying to come up with some sort of heroic game plan that would get him out of that mess alive. Sadly enough, he wasn't Sylvester Stallone or Jackie Chan or anyone who could possibly fight their way out of this. He tried to ask himself WWJD, What Would Jett Do, but then reconsidered when he realised that she could probably be a match for any one of those men. His eyes frantically scanned the ground for something he could use to defend himself with, but he was only met with some loose gravel from the empty parking lot.

"Have fun snooping around?" The older man asked, his voice was deceivingly amused yet Kayden didn't miss the lethal undertone.

"I um, wasn't snooping," Kayden replied nervously, scratching the back of his neck as he wracked his brain for some kind of excuse. Though it was hard to think when all he could see was the shiny crow bar glinting at him from behind meaty hands. "I was just... looking for a milkshake?" As the words left his mouth he quickly sent up a silent goodbye to his friends and family, knowing that that excuse would definitely be the reason they killed him. Hell, he wanted to bash his head against a wall for thinking that anyone would buy that shit.

The older man gave a snorted laugh before gesturing to Kayden with his crowbar "get over here, slowly, with your hands above your head."

Kayden let out a long breath that was a mix between a sigh of irritation and a sigh of relief. At least they hadn't decided to kill him... yet.

Having no other choice but to oblige, Kayden slowly made his way across the short distance between himself and the two men. Feeling more than a little embarrassed at him situation.

"Alright, Shanks, pet him down," The older man ordered, making Kayden freeze. He wasn't quite sure he wanted a guy who went by the name 'Shanks' to put their hands anywhere near his body. Apparently, though, his feelings were just a minor detail seeing as not too soon after, he felt someone's hands slide over his body, checking every possible crevice for weapons. Shanks didn't take the time to be gentle, instead every connection his hands made with Kayden's body felt like a bruising slap. His skin would probably be so blue by the end of it that he'd be able to pass for an avatar. About a minute later the two seemed satisfied-while Kayden felt incredibly violated-and proceeded to bind his wrists behind his back with some zip-ties.

He was jerked towards the entrance of Helga's by the collar of his shirt. The door silently swung open as they made their way inside. The room smelt heavily of paint, though not the wet kind, it was the stuffy kind of scent that only came from the constant sand papering of old paint. Kayden took a few seconds to miss the usually cheerful sound of the bell that announced customers. Though, once he got a good look at what had happened while he had been occupied, the missing bell was the least of his worries.