The Killers - Part 2

chapter 17

John POV

“Where is she!”

A man yelled at me, where the hell am i, i don’t know this place, let alone the people around me, all i remember is... is... well thats the thing, i don’t remember anything, i don’t even remember how i got here.

“who”

I asked calmly, much more respectful than that of what the man had asked me. His head began to shake with anger, he grinded his teeth trying not to rage with anger. I tried to get up but found my legs were bound to the legs of the chair with rope along with my hands tied behind my back, the man nodded his head, what for.

“your as stubborn as that girl that was with you when we took you”

He said, i was in excruciating pain, my arms were just whipped and i was punched in the arm, chest and face, blood trickling down my throat, the whip slashes burning as blood seeped through the gashes that were made.... who the hell was he talking about, what girl... Natalie

“DONT YOU DARE TOUCH HER”

I yelled at the man, if anything could tick me off it is the thought of loosing her, or any harm coming to her, i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything ever happened to her, knowing that i could have prevented it or i was the cause of it.

“oh don’t worry, we haven’t done anything... yet”

He said, snickering to himself, watching me boil as the seconds ticked forth, i felt my face burn with anger, turning red as i thought more about her, of what could happen to her. I inhaled deeply and tried standing up, wanting to charge at him, but it ended up with my falling face first onto the floor.

“now, are you going to tell me where she is or are we going to have to hurt your precious little girl”

He said, turning me onto the side... how did the chair not break. I felt something cool against my throat... a blade, he was going to slit my neck.  What the bloody hell did he want with me, didn’t he understand that i don’t have the faintest idea who the hell he wanted, im the quietest person on the world.

“I... Dont.... Know...”

I said slowly, my heart fleeting, not knowing what to do, anything could happen. When there is a knife blade against your throat it normally doesn’t lead to anything good and generally ends up with a death, and that death would be that of my own, but id do anything to keep her safe.

“your decision”

The man said, his breath infiltrating my circulatory system, filling it with the smell of stale alchohol and the taste of cigarettes, it was horrid. I began to choke on the smell, my throat tightening up aswell, making everything alot more difficult, to breathe, to comprehend what was going on, it was going to be a quick simple death, why didn’t he just get it over and done with, rather than watch me choke on air.

“DEREK... stop interrogating the captive... we want him alive remember”

A man yelled and the man kneeling over me instantly hid his blade up the sleeve of his jacket, as if he was getting rid of any evidence, as if he were doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing. The man known as Derek instantly backed off, away from me and stalked away to another room, the surrounding men, all but three remained in the room.

He himself pulled up a chair and stood mine back up with me on it, at least now my leg doesn’t kill, but the rope was irritably uncomfortable. He sat on the chair backwards, leaning his head on the back of the chair, staring at me.

“hello john... now, i know you know where my sister is... and im going to only ask you once, where is Kyrie Whittaker”

He asked me, how the hell did he know my name, no one knows my name, not even fan of the band remember who i am, im the shy one with the hole between my teeth that plays the bass, nothing more, nothing less, not as famous as the other three, no one knows anything about me.