Guys, Where's Wesley? (Emblem3 Fan-Fic) COMPLETE!

CHAPTER 5: Beginnings

Author's Note (Skip bold if you want to just ignore it, no bid deal lol)

So I think I found a way to finally update! Hip hip, hooray! The only thing is that it takes awhile. You see I have had up to Chapter 7 of this story written for the longest time but that computer got a virus on it and the internet doesn't work. I can't "re-write" things because they never satisfy me as being as good or better than the original. So all this time, I was looking for a way to transfer them and I found!

See, what I have to do is manage to open the document up on the virus computer. Than, I type it into my phone. I email it to myself and go to another computer. I open it, edit it, and am able to upload it here! It takes a bit for the computer - phone transfer to finish so i can only do that when I have enough free time but after chapter 7, I should be able to just right the chapters on this computer and upload them straight off. YAY!! 

Thank-you for your patience and sticking with this story with me(:

Small note, Emblems, beware of the violence in this chapter! It had to be done!

Wesley woke up once more with his hands tied with rope around a chilly pole. He shook his head in confusion and look around, quickly realizing that he was in a completely different space. This was clearly an abandoned recreational center of some sort. The walls were filthy and needed paint. The big windows near the top of the two walls let faint light from the sun in but they were filled with holes here and there. There was an empty pool in the middle with several pillars around it. This is what Wes assumed he was tied too.

He lookes down, shaking his head in attempts to make the sleep and dizziness go away. He realized his shirt was gone, leaving him in just jeans. He examined his stomach for the first time since he was taken, noting the bruises that dotted it. He also noted one long cut down it, parallel to an old surfing scar. He assumed the cut was from his shirt being cut off or something. He grunted as he moved to try and gain comfort, tensing at the pain.

In one corner of the room was an open wooden door, like a coach's office in a locker room. Wes could faintly hear voices coming from it. "Hey, he's up!" a masked man Wes had missed yelled into the doorway. His voice slightly echoed through the concrete room.

"Good morning!" Jason yelled, a glistening smile on his face as he walked out. He was followed by three large men, of course masked. "So, we have big plans for today! Lift him up, boys!" The men did as told and helped Wes to his feet.

"Uh..." Wes started but stopped, dropping his gaze to Jason's shoes, fear of getting hurt setting in.

"Does somebody have a question?" Jason replied in a baby-like voice.

"Yea-"

"Too bad!" Jason laughed back. "Let him in!" He than yelled behind his shoulder.

Wes stood straighter, eyes shooting up, interested and confused. Maybe it was Keaton! He missed his little brother so much! Than again, if it was Keaton, that meant he was probably going through the same hell Wes had been going through. He really didn't want that. He didn't know which he wanted more, to see him or his safety, but he didn't have to worry very long. In walked another man, around mid 20's, tied with his hands behind his back. He was dressed in simple basketball shorts and sneakers. His hair was short, only slightly longer than a buzzcut. Wes was sure he had never seen this guy before and by the look on his face, he was just as lost.

"Wes, Marco, Marco, Wes," Jason introduced. "You two get to decide who gets set free today!" The two captives made confused eye contact as Jason smiled proudly. "Matt, get the camera!" he yelled.