Bad Guys?

Part 1.0: Longing

BANG.

            Thomas flicked his head to the door, his eyes widening. A gunshot. Something wasn't right, and for some reason, his heart sunk. Possibilities ran through his mind. Maybe Nathan is escaping? Or maybe El broke out? It could mean anything, but it doesn't matter until that door opened. He struggled to get out of the chair again, but he couldn't. He sighed. Thirty minutes passed, and then the door opened. The woman from early came in, sitting across from him. She was smiling a pleasant smile, and it was very calm for the loud gunshot that hadn't happened too long ago. 

      "What was that gunshot earlier?" Thomas asked, trying to know if the rest of the group was okay. 

       "You want an answer from me? No. Not until you answer my questions." Thomas bit his lip. He wanted to know, but maybe he could just wait it out.

       "Fuck off. Why should I tell you? You killed Nathan's mom and El's family." He gritted his teeth, feeling them burn. 

      "El? You're that close, huh? Well, it wasn't my fault. I was paid to. So you can kiss my ass with that whole 'YOU KILLED THEM' thing. Right now, I'm giving you an opportunity to get this over with and you're just pissing in the wind." She rolled her eyes and then slid back in her chair. 

     "I'm sorry that I hold a grudge. Nathan just means a lot to me, and what you did has made him so so so very filled with pain. I just want him happy, and we came here searching for revenge. Or at least a start to it." The woman laughed, then got up. 

    "Typical white people. Anyway, I gotta run to buy some milk. Have fun, sweetheart." She proceeded to leave the room, slamming the door behind her. As she left, Thomas began to plan. 

     The restraints were rough, but loose around the ankles. The door was locked from the outside, so it wasn't like he could just waltz out if he managed to leave the restraints. He glanced around the room. Then he noticed. To the left, over his shoulder, almost as if out of his view, as a small vent. The vent was almost peeling off the wall. Thomas wriggled his arms, only causing the ropes to rub a red mark on them. He began stretching his legs, hoping to receive a response from that. And in fact, he did. His right leg was now free. The woman hadn't taken enough thought to tighten the legs as much as his arms. He thought for a moment. If he were to flip the chair over, he could cut the ropes on the vent that was peeling off. And so, he did that exact thing. Leaning his weight backwards, the chair slammed on the floor, causing a banging noise. He used the free leg to move himself backwards. He made it to the vent, and he started rubbing his arms against it to cut the rope. After a few minutes, the rope snapped in half. His arms were now free. He ripped the other ropes off, sighing a deep breath of air. Now to escape. The vent would be his best bet, wherever that would lead him. He tore the panel off, almost cutting himself doing it. He climbed into the blackness, not sure where or what he was getting himself into. The shining metal inside of the vent was far much cooler than the warmth of the room he was in, and with every crawling move he made his back would come into contact with the ceiling. There was very little light, and he couldn't tell where he was headed, so he kept going forward. With every inch, he feared what he might run into. Glass? Rats? Glass AND rats?? That would be the worst thing. He turned a corner, which led to another panel. Through the panel, he could see a bedroom. He tried to push the panel, but that clearly wasn't working. He flipped himself around, kicking off the panel with his foot. He stumbled out of the vent, standing back up and stretching. The room was a light purple, and a green bed was in the center. The room was very clean, but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was the white door, that was unlocked. He ran over to it, opening it. It led to the room they were in earlier. The living room that seemed so innocent at the time. He sprinted to the closest door, hoping to find the rest of the group before the woman came home. His heart was pounding, and his body was throbbing. He couldn't tell if that was him being nervous or just from the extensive crawling. He went into the room, which had another door. It was just a bedroom, so he ignored most of it. He opened the door quickly, which led to a white room. In the center of the white room, tied up, with her mouth taped shut, was El. Her eyes widened and she made muffled noises. 

       "El!" He quickly ran over to her, ripping the tape from off of her mouth and then untying her. 

       "Holy shit! What was that gunshot earlier? Did you kill her? Where's Nathan?" She was talking very quickly, and her eyes were bloodshot. 

       "Calm down. I don't know what the shot was, and I don't know where Nathan is. She left to go shop. We don't have long. Come on!" The duo ran back into the living room, heading towards the other door that they hadn't gone into earlier. The door was thinner than the others, and made of a gray concrete. Thomas opened the door as fast as he could, the door ringing as it hit the wall on the other side of it.

What the two of them saw would haunt them for the rest of their lives.

Nathan was sprawled out, a pistol in his hand. Blood was running from down his forearm. His head was tilted back, mouth wide open. Blood was dripping from his jaw, staining his clothes. Laying there was the pale boy. The pale boy with the ever so white as snow hair, brushed up and over, that was complimented by the brightest blue eyes the ocean ever did splash itself into. 

    

       Thomas felt a tear run down his face. No. This wasn't allowed to happen. Fuck no, he wouldn't let this happen. He just lost his parents. Now he lost Nathan. The person who was like the brother he never had. The only person who ever truly understood him. The first person who showed an interest into his life. And now he was gone. Thomas felt his body go numb. He couldn't feel anything, and he didn't want to. It was like this moment in time was frozen. Locked in this position. Nathan was everything to him, actually. Thomas needed him a lot more than he originally thought. It took a moment, but El picked up the body. A car's engine could be heard running in the background. 

      "Shit, Tom, we gotta run. Get the door." Thomas did as El asked. They went out from the back door, going outside very slowly until they heard the other door slam shut. 

      "Okay, I'll take Nathan's body in the truck, you drive his bike. Let's head back to your place." El was now whispering, and he continued to do what she asked.