Chapter two:
Mitch’s POV - Unknown Location
My eyes slowly begin to open as I come into consciousness. My back hurts like hell and I can’t move my legs or arms. I shake my head and try to get more adjusted to the bright light. After about a minute or so, I can see fine. I take a look around at where I am. I close my eyes again. This can’t be real. It can’t be. I reopen them and sigh. My legs are tied up with wire and my hands are behind my back. I am stuck in a chair. What. The. Actual. Hell.
After a few more minutes of unsuccessfully trying to figure out where I am, I hear footsteps above me. Then I hear voices.
“He will have people looking for him Jon.” a man’s voice says.
“I don’t give a fuck Ken, he is going to get what he deserves. I don’t care if
I get killed. That Mitch downstairs is never going to be the same. That’s what needs to happen. It is exactly what we were asked to do, so now we must do it.” The other voice, i’m guessing is Jon, says.
The upstairs is silent for another minute until the familiar creek of someone walking down old stairs can he heard. I hold my breath and wait as a man looking to be in his forties walks into the room.
“Ah, Jon, he’s awake!” The man yells, the sound echoing through the basement.
Heavy footsteps descended down the old stairs.
The first man comes over to me and kicks my stomach. “What the hell dood.” I groan.
“Ah Ken, starting early I see.” says the second man. He looks to be a bit older than Ken. His hair is black with some gray in it, and he has tattoos all over his arms. He comes over to me and looks me straight in the eye.
“Mitchell Hughes.” he says, glaring at me. “Are you ready to be tortured?”
The man, who I am now assuming is Jon, pulls out an object out of his back pocket. I can see light reflecting off of it and I close my eyes. Deep breath Mitch, deep breath.
He takes the object and aims it at my stomach. A gun.
All I can feel is a burning sensation in my stomach. Then the pain comes. It is the worst I have ever felt in my entire life. I can't even describe the feeling.
"Get the first aid kit Ken." Jon says. "We can't have the kid die on the first day can we? That would be too nice of us."
All I can see are black spots. They cloud my whole vision while I can hear perfectly fine. Jon walks up to me and grabs my shoulders.
"You are going to pay, kid" he says, and everything goes black.
Rob’s POV - Canada (Mitch’s House)
“Jerome he’s still not here.” I say to the very worried Jerome over the phone.
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FanfictionMitch finds himself bound to a chair in an unknown room, his last memory going to sleep the previous night. His hands are tied up with wire behind the chair, and he can barely see. Jerome is supposed to record with Mitch when he finds that he isn’...
