Guys, Where's Wesley? (Emblem3 Fan-Fic) COMPLETE!

CHAPTER 10: Jared

WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME VERY GRAPHIC MATERIAL. BE AWARE.

Drew woke up slowly. He opened his eyes, his vision instantly blurry. He squeezed them shut, realizing how bad his head ached. He shook it side to side and reopened his eyes, seeing better now. It didn’t help much anyway. The room was exceptionally dark. The only light came from a door crack front of him. He could just barely make out the cement floor that led from there to him but nothing else. He remembered reading somewhere that when one sense was lost the others made up for it by getting stronger. He shut his eyes and first focused on his sense of touch.

He bent his wrist as far as down to his arm as he could, to feel his restraints. He had on his jacket and was sure he was wearing hand cuffs but there was something over that. It was some thick rope, perhaps twine he decided. He lowered his hands more and felt the chilly floor. It was cement like in front of him. Next, he lifted his hands as high as he could, making a note of the dense pole his arms were around. He placed his hands on the floor and attempted to stand up. He couldn’t pull his legs in though, one had a cuff around it that he didn’t noticed. It was attached to something else in the dark.

Next, he changed his focus to his nose. It smelled dingy and damp. He could also make out dust and moth balls. This room probably hadn’t been used much lately, that was for sure. There just wasn’t enough clean air. Finally, he focused on his hearing. There wasn’t much he could hear when suddenly soft footsteps were in the distance. They came closer and Drew opened his eyes once more, now watching the crease under the door.  The footsteps stopped and Drew could make out the shadow of them to the side of the door.

A door handle jiggled and opened, the light temporarily blinding him. The masked man said nothing as he stepped in and walked behind Drew. Drew felt his arms become free and quickly brought them to the front of him, rubbing the sore spots where the restraints had been a bit too tight. He went to get up, even debating trying to overtake this man, in the end though, he decided not to. Good thing too as the man took a swift open palm to Drew chest, instantly knocking the air out of him as he fell back down to his butt. The man put a finger up to Drew, signaling him to wait. He handed Drew a brown paper bag and stood in the door way, arms crossed, watching.

Skeptically, Drew peered into the bag. In it was half a bologna sandwich, a water bottle, and a bruised apple. Drew was suddenly aware of how dry his mouth was and quickly grabbed the apple. As he bit, he took the opportunity to observe the room a bit more now that the opened door illuminated much of it. He could make out a tool table to one side, covered in rusty tools. That would explain that great deal of ropes and what not, Drew decided. The other side was empty but the floor was definitely wet. He looked up, noticing the piped ceiling, one of which was leaking.

Finishing his apple, Drew pulled out the sandwich. He inspected it for a bit before deciding it was fine. He looked at the guy now. He was tall and of average shape. He was standing in a formal position like something right out of a military movie. Must’ve been in the army, Drew thought, remembering the blow to his chest. The man definitely had some sort of training. Drew finished the sandwich in 4 bites and took out the water. He forced himself to take small sips, learning a long time ago that it would quench his thirst far faster than one big gulp would.

“Where am I?” Drew ventured to ask. No reply. “Is Wesley here?...Who are you?...What do you guys want?” Drew finally just gave up. He finished his water and put the bottle in the bag. The man swiftly grabbed the trash and waited for Drew. They watched each other for a bit before Drew realized the man wanted him to put his arms back behind him. Drew decided to just watch the man, dumbfounded. The man sighed, shook his head, and a fist quickly came across Drew’s face. “Ah!” He yelled as he instantly felt blood. In the quick surprise the guy grabbed Drew’s arms and retied them.