SAW [Banana Bus Squad ONE-SHOT]

SAW

The five layed on the cold, cement floor, unconscious, their surroundings being complete unfamiliar to them. The building was forever abandoned, and looked the part too. The walls were faded from its original bold paint colors and the ceilings were falling apart, quite literally. Water damage made the building more vulnerable to destruction. Dust flew from the furniture that still stood, although there were very few, but the dust particles made the air thicker.

The silence was interrupted by a sudden groan. A brown haired male was regaining consciousness as he sat up. His eyes fluttered open, being blurred from the drug that was previously entered into his body. Once clear, the pale green orbs darted from wall to wall, understanding that he wasn't in the comfort of his home. Finally looking at the ground, he spotted 4 other familiar males. He did the only reasonable thing and checked if they were all well and breathing. Luckily, they were.

As time went by, two other men began to wake up. They both had brown hair, but one had it styled to the side, and the other had it rest calmly on his forehead. The one with it styled to the side had pale blue eyes that danced with confusion and anger. The other had pure hazel ones, but changed bright green and crystal blue from time to time. He was confused and scared, but kept his cool.

"Thank god. You two are up," the first one who awakened said.

"Brian, is that you?" The blue-eyed man groaned, rubbing his eyes, trying to abandon the blurriness.

"Good to see you, Tyler." Brian patted Tyler's back in greeting.

The third one rolled onto his back, sitting up quickly. Realizing his mistake, he layed back down, clutching his head in pain as his brain pounded against his skull.

"Ohm, take it easy. The drug hasn't completely worn off yet," Brain supported his pained friend.

"How do you know it's a drug?" Ohm asked.

"The blurriness in the eyes, the sudden sensitivity in the head, the weakness. It feels like a drug to me." Ohm gave him a thumbs-up, not bothering to nod his aching head.

"What the hell is going on?" Another one groaned, his voice being almost a whisper, but loud enough to get the others attention.

Tyler got up from his place on the ground and went to assist the Canadian. His chocolate brown eyes attempted to see the light, but neglected it instead.

"Don't rush, Evan. We were drugged, and you don't want a splitting headache like Ohm," Tyler said, helping him sit up slowly .

"Yeah, you really don't."

"Would you guys shut the fuck up?" A thick Irish accent warned, and it didn't belong to Brian.

"Daithi, how long have you been awake?" Tyler questioned, looking at the man still lying on the floor.

"Almost as long as Brian has," he answered, pointing at his fellow Irishman. Daithi tried to rise from the ground, but yelped and fell back down as his side started bleeding.

"Holy shit! What did you do?" Evan shouted, rushing to his side.

"I don't fucking know!" Daithi said through gritted teeth. Evan lifted up his soaked, green shirt to see fresh stitches sewn in Daithi's torso.