It's Complicated (Troyler)

Dead

 *Tyler's POV*

I tried pulling up the driveway, but the path was too overgrown to even get my car through. I didn't have time to wrestle with it, so I ended up just parking my car along the road and walking/jogging to the building. After the first set of trees I could see the building, though I kind of wished I couldn't. It was disgusting, a hideous grey block falling in on itself. Setting foot in that thing looked like a death wish, but what if Troye was in there? It was worth the risk. I looked around the yard, wondering what it would have looked a hundred years ago. There weren't any tire tracks, so either this wasn't the right place or Wyatt had been walking like I was. I took a deep breath, trying to figure out which hole in the building was a door and which ones were just the result of years of wear. Eventually I spotted it, one with a decomposing door on the ground in front of it. The door must have been wood. I cautiously walked over, peering inside the building. There was spraypaint everywhere, crumbled parts of the walls, even the odd piece of furniture, or at least what might have been furniture a hundred years ago. I grimaced, frozen in the doorway.

It definitely wasn't safe, I was surprised the whole building wasn't condemned with yellow tape. Then again, how many people would be stupid enough to go out of their way to get here? Nobody, aside from psychotic kidnappers. It wasn't just how unstable the building was though, the whole area emitted a bad vibe. I could only imagine what horrible things had happened here. I didn't necessarily believe in ghosts, but if they were real, this would be the place. I had to go though, Troye might be in there. 

I shoved my fears to the back of my mind and put my first foot inside, not enjoying the loud creaking noise it caused. Well, if they were in here I guess sneaking up on them was out of the question. So was beating him up, considering he was way taller and bigger than me. What exactly was it I planned to do when I found them? I didn't have a plan. All I knew was I had to get to Troye. Maybe I could just distract Wyatt long enough for the cops to get here, to save Troye from even just a little bit more suffering. I tried to steady my racing heart as I walked completely inside. I was too nervous to go any further, so instead I focused on inspecting the spraypaint on the walls. Lots of satanic looking symbols, fucking lovely. I felt frozen to the spot with fear, until a loud groan made me jump. It came from somewhere a lot deeper in the building, but it was defintiely in here. It wasn't Troye either, but possibly Wyatt? Was Troye beating him up? I felt pride swelling in my chest before remembering just how weak Troye would be in comparison to Wyatt. There was no way he'd win that fight. I physically slapped myself across the face, forcing my legs to move again. I didn't even know where to start, there were so many doors and hallways. I closed my eyes, trying to focus. It had been dark, extremely dark with only one window in the top of the wall. A basement maybe? The very thought sent shivers down my spine. This was bad enough, I couldn't even imagine the basement. The only thing worse than that was imagining what might be going on in the basement.

I continued on, taking small weak steps. It didn't take long to spot the decrepit staircase leading downward, or to notice the way the rubbage was mostly cleared off of it. Someone had definitely been using this lately. I walked down slowly, not sure what I'd find at the bottom. At the bottom step I was already regretting all of this a lot. Maybe the Mellet's were right and I should have let the cops do their job. Those thoughts were immediately erased though, when I heard the dark laughter from somewhere further down the hall. My blood ran cold at the sound. It was like you could hear the evil in it. I had to get to him, I couldn't let Troye be alone with that monster for even another second. 

The light was very limited down here which worried me to no end. There was no telling what I could run into. Dead bodies? I pushed on though, one step at a time and constantly reminding myself just who I was doing all of this for. I was nearing the end of the hall, where there was a door with small amounts of light flooding through the cracks. This was where they were, I just knew it. My pace picked up, my heart bounding with anticipation of seeing Troye again. I wasn't sure if I'd like what I'd see, but that didn't matter. I could practically taste our reunition, when I felt my foot hit something hard. A loud metal clank followed and my arms flew out, trying to catch myself. It didn't work though, and I ended up falling to the floor. I winced in pain, the hard concrete not doing my knees any good. Leave it to me, trying to save my boyfriend's life and still a total klutz. I helped myself up, grabbing onto the wall despite not being able to see what was on it. Luckily there were no spiderwebs, so I was safe for now. I could hear movement on the other side of the door now, metal clanking about and creaking. It almost sounded like a door shutting. Oh no, what if he was escaping! I frowned, realizing that I didn't just want to save Troye, I wanted to make that bastard pay for what he'd done. I hurriedly stumbled through the darkness, reaching the door moments later. There was some sort of brace on it, but it didn't take a long time of fumbling with it to figure out you just had to lift the metal bar. The door was unlocked now and my hand was resting on it lightly, but I'd yet to push it open. What was I going to see? What if Troye was badly hurt? What if Troye was... I forced myself to stop thinking those thoughts, shoving the door open wide hastily.