The Troublemaking Intruder

Your Choice

Jason's pov

I wake up, tied to a chair and having trouble seeing. The room is pitch black and my hands and feet are shackled to the chair. The door opens and I'm blinded for a second before Johnny walks in. And what's that in his hands, a fucking cattle prod?!?! He smirks when he sees my eyes go wide in fear. "Where's Brantley?" He growls. "I'll never tell you." I say furious. "I won't betray my best friend." He stabs me in the side with the hot prod and painful screams can probably be heard from a mile away. I try to catch my breath, the pain unbearable. "Now where is he? I can do this all day!" He yells stabbing me again. I bite my tongue to keep from screaming again. He grabs my shirt. "You're gonna regret this, Jason." I glare hard at him. "I will never tell you a damn thing." I whisper. He punches me in the face. "You can torture me all you want but you will never break me." He stands back to his full height. "We'll just see about that, now won't we." He walks out, plunging me into darkness.

Brantley's pov

Me and Justin were searching for any signs of Johnny or his crew. "Do you think we'll find him B?" Justin asks worried. "We will. And when we do Johnny is gonna wish he was never born." I growl furious. What are they doing to him? I'm so worried.

*one week later*

Jason's pov

I wake up groggy and blurry eyed. "What's..." There's an IV in my arm. "Like my cocktail?" I hear Johnny ask. "W-What is this?" I mumble, feeling my head pound. "A little moonshine and whiskey." Straight into my vein. I'm fucking drunk. He thinks he can get secrets outta me drunk. I struggle to sit up. "You think..... You think you've won.... You're..... Wrong..... You'll never get my secrets. You'll never.... Find Brantley." I shakily say. He kicks me in the face, making me fall back exhausted. He grips my throat, my eyes getting huge as my hands claw at his. "Stop!" I choke out. Spots dance in front of my eyes. My vision darkens. "Where is he?" He growls. I'm a stubborn motherfucker. As stubborn as they come. I will never tell. "Where is Brantley?!" He screams, banging my head on the ground. I groan in pain and close my eyes, my hands hanging limp on his. He squeezes harder and I fall unconscious.

*later*

"He won't talk for nothing." I hear Johnny grumble, frustrated. I stare at the ceiling, unable to move. It probably wouldn't be wise to either. I hear the door open so I close my eyes pretending to still be unconscious. "You're really stupid. That guy doesn't care about you so why do you care about him?" I fight back my anger. "Oh give it up, you idiot. I know you're awake. I saw you wake up." Damn. I open my eyes and stare at him with hatefilled ragefilled eyes. "He does care about me. Brantley's my best friend." I growl. "If he cared about you, he'd have come to your rescue by now." He doesn't know where I am. He pulls out a switchblade and presses it to my throat. "Tell me where Brantley Gilbert is or I'll kill you right now! You'll never see your daughters again or that whore you call a wife. You'll never see your newborn baby." My blood boils. Rage fills me. I punch him in the throat and stand up. I've gotten good. Well now it's time to prove it. "Take him down." I whisper to myself. I run at him and tackle him to the ground. This time it isn't sparring. This time, it's life or death. "You have no right to speak about my wife like that!" I scream, punching him in the face over and over. "You've gone soft Jason. Those girls have made you go soft!" He says then laughs as he kicks me across the room. I smash into the wall and fall to the ground. I struggle to get back up but it's no use. I'm tapped out. He puts a foot against my chest. "Now where is Brantley, Jason. It'll be a lot easier on you if you just tell me. Tears fill my eyes. I'm sorry B.

Brantley's pov

I was sitting down at the table after another long day of searching. Miranda was crying on the couch. Justin comforting her. The girls asleep down the hall. "We won't stop looking til we find him." Justin says. I stare at my hands enraged. I should've killed Johnny all those years ago. He's probably torturing Jason mercilessly. The door is kicked in. One of Johnny's goons. I pull out my gun but he pulls his out and points it at Miranda. I can't let her get hurt. I lower my gun, fear filling me. "It's up to you Justin." I say shakily. There's no way that kid can save us.

*20 minutes later*

We get to their secret hideout and I see Jason bloody bruised and beaten, unconscious and tied to a chair. Burns and cuts on him too. "Jason!" I gasp horrified. They shove me in the room and slam the door. "Brant, I'm so sorry. I couldn't take it anymore." He chokes out. "It's okay man. I'm not mad." I say, shakily walking over. "B-But I... I.... I gave you up." He shakily says. "You were being tortured-" "I cracked man. I cracked under pressure and squealed. You were right. I'm no better than Justin." "Don't you say that Jason!!" I scream angrily. "Now I'm gonna get you out of here." I untie the ropes and we run out the door after picking the lock.

Jason's pov

I can't run that well. I stumble and fall against the wall. "Go on without me Brantley. I'm just slowing you down." He grabs my arm. "No way. One for all and all for one." He says. My eyes go wide seeing a guy. He punches B in the head and me in the face.

*later*

I wake up tied to a chair. B across from me and both his hands tied down. Only one of mine is tied down. A gun sits on the table in front of us. Johnny walks over, a smirk on his face. "You shoulda run, brother." I say, staring sadly at my best friend. "Never." He says. "The choice is yours Jason. If you choose to save yourself, Brantley dies and you will be set free or you could kill yourself and Brantley will be set free." He says, confusing me. Then I realize what he means. I shakily pick up the gun. "I can't!" I gasp, tears hinting at my eyes. Johnny flips a switch and I look above me at two giant sawblades headed straight for our heads!! "Make a decision." He says walking out. I stare at Brantley horrified. "Shoot me, Jason. You have a family to get home to!" "I can't!" I cry, angry with myself. I can't hurt my best friend. "Jason, you've saved me so many times. Just this once let me save you." He says, tears in his eyes too. I can't. I won't. I press the gun to my head. "Tell my wife.... I love her. And I'm sorry." "Noo!" He gasps. I pull the trigger but nothing happens. Huh? The saws stop moving. "Aww such a hero." Johnny says, right behind Brantley. I shoot at the bastard but nothing happens. "Shit! Blanks!" I shout. He smirks. "Of course. What'd I tell you in the beginning? I'm not gonna kill you but I'll make you wish you were dead." Fear makes my hand tense up. I drop the useless piece of machinery. "I'm sorry." I whisper to Brantley as someone strikes me in the back of the head and everything fades to black.