Resident Evil 7 [AU]

Chapter 12

Scott blinked his eyes open to darkness, he thought it would clear after he blinked a few times, but it never did. Scott tried to lift his head up, but it felt like his head was made of concrete it was so heavy to lift from whatever he was lying on. Not only did his head feel heavy it hurt when he tried to lift it, his chest was in pure agony and felt like it was on fire, Scott was sure something finally broke when the shelves fell on top of him.

Just laying still, Scott waited until his head wasn't in pain or feeling like it weighed a million pounds. After a while, Scott managed to move his head a little but not too much, just enough for him to raise his head up. Once he had done that he realised something was over his head and he was looking through the eye holes of a bag. 'What the hell? It's like the worst hangover ever' Scott groggily thought as he looked around a little at his surroundings, that was when he realised he was sitting at a table and was tied up to a chair.

'What's going on' Scott thought as he raised his right arm up to pull the bag off his head, only to find that there was something keeping it in place. Slowly moving his hand down the front of the bag, he soon found rope tied around his neck, which must be the reason why the bag wasn't moving. How he didn't notice it before was beyond him. Scott shook his head and tried to get rid of some of the grogginess that made him feel like his head was heavy, which he regretted doing soon after he did that.

Scott groaned as he tried to move both his hands up to pull the rope that was around his neck, only to find that his left hand was being pinned by something. Looking through the eye holes in the bag Scott saw the contraption his left hand was trapped in, Scott panicked and tried to pull his hand out of the contraption that separated all of his fingers. Scott pulled and pulled his hand trying his hardest to free his hand, only for the metal clamps that held his fingers in place to start cutting his skins and make them bleed.

Once the pain was too unbearable, Scott stopped trying to pull his hand out of the crazy contraption. He had to sit and watch as blood started to flow down his hand from the deep cuts. 'What the hell is Lucas planning', Scott feared as he looked around the room.

He was the only one in the room, a single light was on above his head, which shined down onto an old wooden table that looked like it once had green felt on it like a gambling table, there were words written on the table, the only words Scott could make out was the word 'Blackjack'. There was another setup on the other side of the table opposite Scott, the same weird hand contraption - but for the right hand, - was bolted to the table with a chair next to it. Other than the table and light there wasn't much in the room, minding it was too dark to see anything else in the room unless he counted the small pile of junk that seemed to be behind the chair when Scott tried to stand up a bit to look over the table.

Scott waited in the room wondering what was going to happen when his brother returned. If he ever did. After a while, Scott rested his head on the table as he couldn't do much else other than hope Zoe was still alive and will find him before Lucas got back. But unfortunately, the sound of someone walking towards the room he was stuck in, alerted him to the fact that Lucas was coming back. Scott just stayed resting on the table hoping Lucas will leave if he thought Scott was still knocked out.

A door behind Scott banged open and light filled the room, he could hear someone walking in and something being dragged along, soon after he saw his brother walk past him, thankful for the bag on his head, hiding the fact he was awake. Lucas was dragging what looked to be a person. They were struggling and fighting in Lucas's grip but they seemed to have a gag over their mouth and their hands were tied together with rope. Scott didn't see what happened but he could hear the guy struggling and Lucas swearing as he was probably forcing the guy into the chair and his right hand into the same contraption as Scott's hand.