Crazy

Close Call

(Thank you to alilshit for letting me use their OC!)

Aibne sprinted through the halls, soldiers following him, bullets shredding the walls.  One tore through his shoulder, another in his thigh.  He winced, stumbling, but kept running, crashing into the room a poor unsuspecting Blue Army soldier had told him that Tord was in.

A gun was held to his head, the man from the television in front of him.  Aibne's eyes darted to the bed, Tord was gagged, drool leaking out of his mouth, cum from his ass and marks and blood all over his body.  His eyes were glazed over, and staring at the wall.

"Aibne, glad you could join us.  The party's about to start.", the man said.

He raised the gun and slammed it into Aibne's head, sending him to the ground with a loud groan.  Tord blinked and looked up, his eyes unfocused. 

Aibne attempted to stand, only for the man's boot to crunch into his bullet wound, tears pricking his eyes, "Leader!"

(Italics is Norwegian.)

"Shut it!", the man yelled.

Aibne looked to Tord, "Leader!  The exit is to the left, two rights, and then a left again!  The big doors!"

Aibne elbowed the man in the face, grabbing his gun and shooting him before shooting Tord's bonds and quickly helping him into pants.  He helped him out the door, shooting the soldiers at the other end of the hallway.  Aibne realized he probably would make it out alive.

"Leader, go, I might not make it, but I'll make sure the others do.  Go!", Aibne yelled, shooting at the soldiers, each shot taking one down.

Tord nodded and limped off, making it out the door and into the woods.  Aibne grinned to himself and ran also, to find Tom.  But he didn't need to look far.

Tom skidded to a stop in front of him, the soldiers chasing Aibne stopping before frantically running away.  Aibne staggered back, before noticing the black eye.

"T-Tom?"

Tom nodded, looking around, Aibne pointed towards the exit.

"Tord's free, he's in the woods, go find him, he needs you.", Aibne said.

Tom bolted, and Aibne slid down the wall, holding his bleeding wounds, tearing off a strip of his shirt and tying it above his leg wound, before simply tying off his shoulder.  He stood up, moving on. 

Paul's POV

The man was strapped up on a wall, his back bleeding from lashing wounds.  Patryk was screaming into a gag, tears streaming down his face.  Paul was barely holding on to consciousness, but looked to Patryk with a small smile.

"Now Patryk, tell us where the bases are, and we'll stop.", a woman named Irena said.

Patryk looked to Paul, who shook his head.  Patryk started crying harder, and shook his head also.  Irena smirked and unchained Paul, letting him drop to the floor, thinking that he would be in too much pain to move.  Mistake number one.  Mistake number two was turning her back. 

Paul locked his arm around her neck, threatening to break it, "Give me the key to his chains, and you get out alive."

Irena glared at him, but got a hand into pocket, pulling out keys.  Paul dropped her, grabbing the keys and slamming her head against the floor, knocked out.  Paul staggered over to Patryk, who was crying.

He unlocked the chains and Patryk held him as he collapsed against him, blood running down his back to the floor.

"Paul!  Speak to me!  Keep your eyes open!", Patryk said frantically.

Paul opened his eyes, accepting Patryk's offer of a shoulder to lean on.  They staggered out of the room, Patryk grabbing Irena's gun on the way.  Suddenly a figure slid into the hallway, crashing against the wall, before righting themselves and staring at them.  Patryk, blinded by tears, raised his gun, about to shoot.

"PAT!"

He froze, "M-Matt?"

The figure ran forward, taking Paul, letting Pat have the gun.  They had vibrant orange hair, but there were bandages around one side of his head.

"Yeah, I can't find Edd, or anyone else.", Matt said.

Pat started walking, "Aibne's probably on the loose as we speak, we have the biggest chancr of finding him.  Let's go."

They walked down the halls, oddly deserted.  Guards suddenly flooded the hallway and Patryk shoved Matt and Paul out of there, shooting at them and bolting.  Matt and Paul followed, only for Pat to crash into someone.

"Edd?!"

The man nodded, his nose was bloody, and his hands were bruised, suggesting he had punched his way to them, "Pat, Paul, Matt, i saw Tord and Tom run out.  I don't know about Aibne."

The soldiers were upon them.  They had no hope of escape.  Suddenly, there was gun fire, and the soldiers retreated, each one of them wounded or dead.

"Found you guys.", huffed Aibne.

Edd and Pat walked over, Matt following with Paul leaning on him.  Both Matt and Edd were badly wounded, but Paul was the worst off.  Pat wasn't hurt at all, and so picked up an assault rifle and handing guns out, taken from dead bodies. 

"I know where the exit is, maybe I'll actually get out alive.", said Aibne.

Edd and Pat flanked Aibne, who lead them towards the exit, the assault rifle he had picked up a while ago still in his hands.  They had reached the exit when Aibne suddenly shoved Patt and Edd to the side, Edd crashing into Paul and Matt.  There were gunshots and Aibne collapsed.

"Aibne!"

He coughed, blood splattering in the floor, "Get...Out..."

The four ran, Edd grabbing Aibne and lifted him onto his shoulders.  His blood soaking into his uniform.  He was shot in multiple places, including his abdomen, chest, and both legs, as well as one going straight through his neck, barely missing the artery.  Edd, Matt, Pat, and Paul finally reached the other side of the woods, where Tord and Tom stood at the front, new uniforms on.  Had it really been that long?

Medics took Aibne and Paul, rushing them both off.  Tord rushed forward, helping Pat, as he looked like he was about to collapse, and Tom walked over to Edd and Matt.  Both were quiet, leaning on each other slightly.

"What happened to you two?", Tom asked.

Mat suddenly burst into tears, Edd hugging him close, ending up being the one to explain, "They tortured us, with knives, and hot tools, Matt had to watch them do it to me first, and then it switched.  I broke out before they could hurt Matt too badly, and found Pat and Paul.  Then Aibne.  He's our hero, if it weren't for him, we'd have died multiple times I think."

Tom nodded, remembering how he had guided him out to find and help Tord. 

"How long did you think you were in there?", Tom asked quietly.

Matt looked up, "A few hours?"

"Guys...All of you were in there for a few days.", Tom said.

Matt sobbed harder into Edd, and Tom continued, "Tord told me that Aibne got out the first hour or so...God, that crazy bastard spent three damn days non-stop, searching for you guys.  Hiding from guards, sneaking around...How the fuck isn't he dead."

Matt sniffed, Edd still petting his head.  Aibne was their hero. 

(Sorry this chapter is so short, I'm depressed, and it's messing with my writing.  I'll get something out ASAP!)