A Phantom of a Truth

Chapter Fifteen

When Wes was suddenly thrusted into a hard chair, that's when he started to wake up. Even blindfolded, Wes could tell a lot about the room he was in. It was cold and damp. It was the kind of room that held no warmth in it. The kind of room that set of that feeling that horrible, horrible things happened in there, despite there being no science able to truly explain how a person can tell or feel such things about a object as simple as a room.

As the crude incrusted blindfold was ripped of him, the fear in him suddenly increased in tenfold. Despite the brave face he tried to hold on to, it was slippery in his grasp and held no intimidation. Especially as cold shivers ran up his spine, fear literally vibrating on him.

Wes's thoughts were speeding in his mind like race car's. For once in his life, he just couldn't think strait. His thoughts became like fog, easily fading and reforming at his very finger-tips. He was just too afraid to think right. Within seconds, his whole world turn upside-down, and not for the better. The fear in Wes was like a physical, living thing inside of him. Skittish, and petrifying,  yet ready to just run, run, run.

Wes violently flinched when the man, the same man from the GIW, pounded his fist on the smooth wight table setting off a loud BANG "WHERE IS HE, GHOST?!"

Wes knew, he knew he meant Danny. But his tong felt like it was tied into knots. He just couldn't speak. And even if he could, there was no way in hell that he would tell them. True, he was in danger, but there was a chance. As small once, but a chance that he could make out of this ok. But Danny... there was no doubt in Wes's mind that they would tear him to shreds if the opportunity was presented to them.  

Yet, there was this small desire in him, a dim destructive hope that Danny would find him and get him the hell out of here. All he wanted was Danny. Which was both a mystery itself and absolutely ridicules, if Wes was to 'want' anyone at this point. It should be the police. Plus, how would Danny have any clue where he was? He probably would have no idea until late tomorrow afternoon.

Yet almost instinctively, of all the people in the world. He needed Danny.

Which, to Wes, was a stupid desire. If Danny came, not only would he risk immediate capture. (If he could find him) But give the GIW the idea (if they were smart enough) that Wes and Danny had a connection of sorts, that Wes was valuable enough to Phantom to risk capture. After that, not only would they have a way to get to Danny, but Wes would be in constant danger.

Well, if he got out of this alive. That is. That, and if Wes needed anyone. Again, it should be the freak'en police.

Then, out of now where. Wes felt all the air rush out of his lungs as he landed on the hard floor, tied to the chair, with a sickening 'CRACK'. Before he could even proses what happened, he was yanked up half way by his hair.

"Dammit boy, don't ignore me! TELL ME WHERE THE F%CK HE IS!"

Wes didn't know what to do. What could he do? Without help, he was doomed. And no one including himself, knew where he was. But he needed out, and he needed out fast.

Because he might not make it out this time...