Devil's Night

Fight For Me!

 Chris POV

What the Hell was up with Ricky? I've never seen him like this before and I was starting to get legitimately scared.

"Ricky? Are you okay? I said in a shaky and nervous voice not wanting to startle or upset him.

Ricky didn't say a word and just continued to fidgeting his fingers as he rocked back and forth a bit. He was drawing circles with his finger on the wall behind him with an intense concentration as he tried to locate the source of the noise he was hearing.

This went on for a few minutes and once he settled down I scooted over to him, holding his arm to ease him. I held him firm on the shoulders looking into his hazy aqua eyes. I gave him a look of assurance and sincere care but he just turned away unconvinced, going back to his tight ball position.

Our moment of comfort in each other's presence was short lasting when the door opened. I turned away from Ricky's direction to see two of Rem's minions came storming in towards us. I held onto Ricky tight and buried my head into his shoulder.

"Don't take him away again!" I yelped out in a hitched and pleading voice.

Ricky was breathing heavy and began to whimper as my hold on him began to tighten. Though I hated to him cause pain and interfere with the wound's healing, I was not going to let them do anything more to him. This time I was going to protect him, even if it meant it would endanger me.

But they were not after Ricky, they were after me. I struggled against their grasp as they pulled me off from him, and threw me to the ground all the way across the room.

One of them kicked me hard in the face as soon as I began to try to stand, taking me back to the floor. I coughed and tried to catch my breath, seeing some blood drip from my nose onto the solid white ground. I laid there motionless, not daring to move and doing my best to avoid getting kicked again. I rested there, still for a moment or two before they lifted me up, pinned me against the wall with my chest facing it and zip tied my wrists together.