Outcasts Within Our Being (A Mianite Fanfic)

Chapter 15 - Held Hostage

Jordan woke up, his back stinging and his body numb. His body refused to move, and he was enveloped by complete darkness. It was cold - no, freezing. He couldn't find the strength
to open his eyes, or even curl up for warmth.

He heard a tapping of shoes, clinking against the floor as the sound got closer. Suddenly he felt a warm presence of a person, and opened his eyes slightly. He came face to face with one of his captivators, grinning at him from above. He recognized this man, and it scared him when he realized who it was.

"T-T-Tom..?" He managed to say, his voice quiet and hoarse. It hadn't been much, it was barely a whisper. The man muttered something under his breath, while tying Jordan's hands behind his back. Jordan was unable to fight back, his body limp and useless. "W-w-why ar-e y-you d-d-doing th-is..?" Jordan stuttered.

The man crouched down in front of Jordan, his grin never fading. "Why hello... Jordan, was it?" The man greeted. "We're going on a little trip. Now if you would be all but kind to follow me." He said grabbing the rope tied to Jordan's hands. He began to drag Jordan with it, leading him to an unknown area.

Jordan groaned in pain, as the tightened piece of rope dug into his skin. He was still on the ground, his ragged clothes scraping against the marble flooring. He held himself back from screaming his heart out, as the merciless man pulled him around like an innocent puppy.

The healed wounds on his arms and legs reopened, sending a large blast of pain into Jordan's body. "P-p-please st-op.." He whispered. There was a blood trail behind them as the opened up cuts made the blood gush out of his body (I'm tired and just woke up...)

Every part of his body ached, but he couldn't find peace. He just wanted to die so he didn't have to live like this. He felt absolutely helpless, tired, and was on the very tip of consciousness. He tried to map the directions "Tom" had been dragging him, but it was no use.

There were to many twists and turns for him to remember. Jordan began to have a mental breakdown, tears dripping down his face. "Oh lighten up, sparkly boy. You're lucky I haven't killed you yet." The man said. "Now don't provoke me."

"W-who the h-hell ar-e y-y-you and w-what d-id you d-d-do with T-Thomas..? W-where are t-t-the oth-ers..?" Jordan questioned, his vision getting blurrier by the minute. Jordan had been through much worse, so why had this experience make him so miserable?

He had seen Capsize and Ianite die before him, and been in the most bloodiest of battles. He even watched as three of his homes were destroyed by fire or taint. Now his life would end to a weaponless man who had been his best friend once before?

"I didn't do nothin' yet, boy. You're the bait, and soon the others will try to rescue you." The man groaned in frustration, tugging the rope harder. "Bloody hell, I expected more of you. But you are just a downer. Dunno know why boss is so scared of ya."

Boss..? Jordan thought to himself. Not this cliche crap again. Jordan sighed, allowing the man to drag him into a room. "You're never answered my question." He said, regaining his voice. "Who the hell are you, and where the fuck are my friends." The man stopped in his tracks, frowning at Jordan.

He grabbed Jordan's shirt, lifting him off the ground. Jordan groaned, every his body crying for rest. "The name's Carter. Now ya better remember it." Carter stated, throwing Jordan on the ground like a piece of trash.

Jordan furrowed his eyebrows at him. "Who the hell do you think you are, torturing me like your slave? I have a life you know, but I'm not so sure about you." Jordan retorted, shivering as a breeze blew by when Carter opened the door to a room.

Carter began to drag him once again, slamming the door shut behind them. "Who the do you think you are, using that tone on me? If ya didn't realize, I have you as prisoner." Carter scoffed. "Now don't give me another reason to slit your throat earlier than I have to."

The room was quite small and empty, aside from the curiously placed chair in the center of it. Above the chair was some sort of metal helmet, dancing from the ceiling. There was also a desk filled with all sorts of gadgets and papers in the left corner of the room.

Carter tied Jordan to a chair, and quickly went to his desk. He grabbed a syringe filled with a red substance. Jordan's eyes widened as Carter approached him. "This will just hurt a lot." Carter explained.

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Katie's POV

The others and I quickly headed back to where the scene had just taken place just minutes before. We were near the entrance to the forest, and nothing was to be seen. It was as if nothing had ever happened there.

"Katie, are you sure this was the place..?" James murmured, walking around the area. I nodded solemnly, her head down in shame. I feel guilty for leaving Jordan like that, now he's gone.

Am I dreaming? Is this just a horrible nightmare? If it is, I wish I would just wake up next to Jordan at Ianite's house, his warm presence making my heart soar. I refuse to believe this was happening. No, it couldn't be. Jordan can't be gone. I told myself.

Just then, I heard a gasp from Sonja, who lifted up a very familiar object. Jordan's glasses. Everyone stood in place in utter shock. "Those are Jordan's sunglasses." Tucker declared a-matter-of-factly. The others facepalmed silently.

"That's not all... Look..." Sonja stated, pointing at a blood trail. Everyone's eyes widened, quickly following the trail. This was definitely Jordan's blood, no doubt, if my information was correct. It was soon mysteriously cut off just a few yards away.

"What..?" Tom muttered under his breath. "But how?" How would it be possible for the blood trail to suddenly disappear? And how are they supposed to find Jordan now..? It was too odd for him to just stop bleeding.

Wag observed the blood closely, coming to a conclusion. "They must've had a vehicle, maybe a van or something." Wag commented. That's right, it was the only logical answer. But we needed to know who took him...

"How did we not see this before?" Tucker added, lifting up a crumpled piece of paper. An uprise of 'ohs' and 'wows' filled the area, as Tucker unfolded the paper. He began to read it out loud.

If you want to see your friend ever again, you must do our request. Join us, and you shall be rewarded greatly, along with the safety of your friend. We shall be awaiting your arrival. Come alone, sky people. Or it will be the last time you see Jordan alive.

34 Dawson Industries, near Fyre Inc.

-RA

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~Rose

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