No Clue

The Masochist

Luke sat in the driver seat of his car, driving quickly away from the city behind him as tears leaked from his eyes. His phone rang beside him and he quickly picked it up, answering it.

"Luke? Baby, where are you? Ashton and I have been looking for you everywhere."

"I-I can't do it anymore, Calum," he choked. I can't keep letting everyone make my life a living hell! No one cares about me anymore! I'm leaving." The walls of trees beside the road began growing taller and taller as rocky cliffs and walls of snow piled up. Calum's voice softened lightly as he sighed.

"Where are you? Come on, please. I love you. I care about you. What about Ashton? He cares about you!"

"I'm sorry Calum. I just c-can't do this anymore," he sobbed, wiping the tears away in attempt to clear his vision.

Suddenly his car began to spin out from underneath him. He dropped his phone and gripped the steering wheel tightly, gasping and swearing. The car slipped off the road into the ditch, hitting a tree head on, but Luke was fine. He kept his grip on the steering wheel, breathing heavily as his anxiety took over. He could hear Calum calling out to him through the phone. He reached over slowly and shakily grabbed his phone, putting it back to his ear. He tried to start his car that had shut off, but the engine just turned.

"C-Calum," he said shakily, stepping out of his car.

"Honey, are you alright? What happened? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine... but I slid off the road. My car won't start..."

"That's it. Where are you? I'm coming to get you..." Luke sighed and leaned against his freezing car.

"I just entered the forest on the highway..."

"Stay put, I'm already on my way." Luke hung up and sighed, slipping his phone in his pocket and popping the mangled hood of his car. The engine sputtered out smoke, causing Luke to cough loudly.

A black SUV pulled up next to him, and something about it just made him shiver. A young American man in the driver's seat rolled down the passenger side window, he seemed to be alone.

"Need a hand, pal?" He asked, shooting the young boy a welcoming smile. Luke rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he started shaking from the cold.

"I uh... I slid off the road," he said, looking at the ground. "My car won't start." The man stepped out of the car and walked around, taking a look at the open hood.

"Looks like you need a jump... my name is Gerald, but everyone just calls me G," he said, giving his warm smile again. He opened the backseat and pulled out some jumper cables. Before he closed the door, Luke noticed a piece of black tinted glass blocking off the back end of the car, causing him to shiver again. Gerald closed the door before walking back around. Luke stared at him intently, worried that if he turned his back, something bad might happen - but that wasn't the best plan. Suddenly, he felt two strong arms grab him from behind. He tried pulling away from whoever it was as he felt something pinch his neck. The world started to swoop and spin as Gerald came over to him, holding the cables

"Don't worry, cupcake," someone with a deep Australian accent whispered. "It'll only hurt a lot." And then everything went black.

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Darkness. That's all that surrounded him. Luke struggled against his bonds, trying to pull himself up, but he couldnt do it. Everything around him was dark, he couldnt see. Soft voices spoke out around him.

"Michael, you're sure about this?" G said quietly. "I mean, the kid is so scrawny. It could kill him in a day.

"So what? Then we'll just find someone new. We're running out of options." A door opened from behind Luke and he went still, his breathing heavy. He felt something sticky over his mouth, holding back his sobs. A bright light flicked on, blinding him for a moment as someone walked around to stand infront of him. Tears streaked Luke's pale face and he struggled against the tape that bound his hands together behind the chair.

"Good morning, sunshine," a boy around his age said, menacingly. He had blood red hair and fiery green eyes. Michael smirked and leaned down infront of Luke, pulling the piece of duct tape away from his mouth. Luke let out a shakey breath, not far from a sob. "There, that's better. Now isn't it."

"P-please," he said weakly. "D-don't hurt me. Don't k-kill me. Please!" He was shaking, a weight felt as it was about to crush his chest.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm not going to kill you," he whispered, brushing away a blond strand of hair. "But I can't make any promises about hurting you." He smirked and pat Luke on the face, turning and leaving the blond boy alone and afraid.