Thomas Sanders One-Shots

Kidnapped- Prinxiety, Part 4

TW: kidnapping, abuse, blood, suggested sexual abuse, Deceit, gun

"No one messes with my family."
Roman, Thomas and Logan all glanced at one-another, visibly shocked by Patton's threat and cussing.
"O-Okay." Roman said, recovering his senses. "I think we should split up throughout the house, so we find Virgil quicker. And if any of us run into Devon while in there, we simply knock him out if possible, but if he tries to kill us, he dies."
Three nods.
"Alright, let's go."
The four men walked up to the massive house- if it even was a house. It looked more like a rectangular building with a few windows and a door, but not like something you would voluntarily live in.
Once the reached the front door Roman pulled out a strange tool, like a mini screwdriver-type thing but with all different edges and things. He inserted the tool into the lock and wiggled it for a few seconds, then smiled when a satisfying click sounded.
"I also learned how to lock-pick." he told them quietly.
Roman, Patton, Logan and Thomas stepped silently into the building, glad to see it was relatively light inside.
There were three hallways to go down.
"I'll take this first one." Roman said, "Logan and Patton take the next one together then seperate when possible, and Thomas take the last one."
They all nodded, Thomas a little hesitantly, and they all silently went down the halls.
~~~
Devon looked up from the book he was reading, having heard a sound coming from outside.
He twisted in his chair to access his computer, logging on and into the security camera footage.
He clicked on Camera 1, the one out front of the premises.
It showed a car slowly pulling up in front of the house on the road, then pulling in and parking.
"What the..?" Devon muttered.
The car door opened and out came a man, but he couldn't see his face. Three other men exited the car and gathered around the trunk, where the first one pulled out a duffel bag and started handing the others weapons.
Then the man turned around to face his company and Devon hissed, seeing who it was.
Roman.
"Son of a bitch!" Devon snapped, banging his fist on the wooden desk. "Son of a bitch!"
He kept watching them as they talked amongst each other for a moment, and Devon recognised the others to be Virgil's friends. Patton, Logan, and even Thomas.
When they walked to the front door and picked the lock he growled, picking up his gun and quickly running out of the room, rage surging throughout his body.
Devon couldn't see where the others were now, but four years in the police force hadn't taught him nothing.
He walked quietly to the end of the hall and waited for a noise. But upon hearing nothing, he proceeded to the end of that hall- then stepped back hurriedly, ducking out of sight of the person he had just seen in the- I guess you could say it was the living room, though it contained merely a two-seater couch and coffee table.
Making sure to be silent, Devon peeked around the corner to see who it was, and saw the face of Thomas, one of Virgil's friends.
He grinned maliciously and tip-toed up behind Thomas, then hit him over the head with the handle of his gun. Thomas let out a cry of shock and pain before falling limp into Devon's arms. Devon quickly dragged him into the next room, where there was a counter, and put the unconscious Thomas behind it, making sure he was well hidden.
He saw something slip out of Thomas' hand, and slowly picked up the stun gun.
This'll come in handy.
It was less of a mess if he just knocked them out, instead of killing them.
That should keep him out of the way for a while, Devon thought.
He ran a hand through is hair and walked back into the living room, then down the hall, seeking the others.
~~~
Roman was a man on a mission.
He ran, silent as a mouse, down the hall, checking every door on his way. All of them were unlocked and empty, with no sign of Virgil.
He kept his gun ready at all times, holding it just like he had been taught at shooting classes.
He turned the corner and saw an already open door, and raced into the room to which it lead. What Roman saw chilled him to the bone and made his boil at the same time.
The walls were covered in pictures of Virgil. There were also maps and lists and even picture of Virgil's closest friends.
Patton, Logan, Thomas, and Roman.
Roman's picture was seperate from the others, with red marker around it, and arrows pointing to it saying things like:
DIE.
KILL.
MUST GO.
DOESN'T DESERVE VIRGIL.
Roman gripped his gun, clenching his teeth as he read the walls.
I deserve him a hell of a lot more than you do, psycho.
~~~
Logan and Patton clutched each other's hands as they slowly made their way down the hall, pausing every so often to check that Devon wasn't around.
They didn't speak for a while, but sometimes looked into each other's eyes in such a way that it seemed they were communicating in their own, telepathic means.
Suddenly Patton stopped in his tracks, his eyes glancing around hastily, being completely silent.
"What is it, Patton?" Logan whispered, "Are you alright?"
Patton shook his head, clearing his head of a thought.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." he said, "It's probably nothing."
Logan nodded slowly, his eyes still on his lover as he bit his lip nervously.
"Patton, love, promise me something, will you?"
Patton looked at Logan, "Yeah?"
Logan took a deep breath, trying to figure what to say.
"I know that there's nothing you wouldn't do to protect Virgil, or Roman, or anyone, but I need you to promise you'll... be sensible."
Patton raised an eyebrow.
"We don't know what Devon is capable of." Logan continued, choosing his words carefully, "He might not hesitate to dispose of anyone that gets in his way. And if something happens where your life could be at risk to protect one of them... I just want you to not be rash, or stupid, or- or-"
Patton used his forefinger to lift Logan's head up, for he had since looked down to hide his tears.
He kissed him gently, cupping his face in his hands.
"Logan..." Patton looked sadly at his boyfriend, "You know I can't promise that."
"B-b-but-"
"It's like my job to protect my family. I know that none of us are actually blood-related, but but I love them all like brothers. Remember the time Thomas and I were in a car crash, and I flung myself in front of him to protect him and ended up in hospital for months?"
Logan nodded shakily.
"This is just like that. I'll fling myself in front of anyone to protect them, including you." Patton stared into Logan's dark brown eyes, then hugged him tightly.
"I love you." Logan whispered.
"I love you too." Patton whispered back.
~~~
Virgil gasped in pain as he opened his eyes, waking up from the unconscious state that Devon had put him in.
He licked his dry lips, eyes darting around the small room he was occupying. Devon had thought it through better than four years ago, that was for sure.
He had noticed before that the room was bare except for a single lamp, but now Virgil really looked at it, observing every detail.
The door seemed to be made of solid wood, but there was a small square hole with metal bars over it, so Devon was able to see in. It stood about two metres high and one and a half metres wide. The handle had since been broken off, now only able to be opened from the outside, and with a key.
Virgil had seen the key dangling around Devon's neck as he leaned to kiss him. It was a large old-fashioned key.
The ground had a few odd rags here and there, stained with only god-knows-what.
The lamp was in the very far corner, to the left of the door.
But there was also something that Virgil seemed not to have noticed before- a window.
A rectangular window in the back wall, up high out of reach. It let in a few slivers of light through the cracks in the wooden boards that had been nailed over it.
It would probably be useless, but it was something.
Virgil suddenly whipped his head to the door, his eyes widening.
"R-Roman?"
~~~
Roman walked down the hall, mumbling to himself.
"Don't worry Virgil, I'll find you."
He sighed, "I'm coming for you, love, I won't leave without you."
Suddenly he heard something, a weak voice, coming through a door ahead of him.
"R-Roman?"
Roman's heart seemed to beat out of his chest, and he raced forward to a wooden door, with a small grate in it.
"Virgil? Is that you?" Roman gasped, "Answer me, love."
He heard crying come from within the room, and looked inside to see Virgil, tied to a chair, bleeding, but alive.
"Yes, R-Roman, it's m-m-me." Virgil cried, "I'm so h-happy to see you."
Virgil sniffed, letting a small sob leave his bloody lips.
"V-Virgil, I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?" Roman said, "I'll find a way to get you."
"D-Devon- he has a key around his neck, I think it's the key to this door." Virgil said, "It's a b-big old fashioned one."
Roman nodded, picturing the key in his mind.
Virgil whimpered, his head in considerable pain, "Roman?"
"Yeah?" Roman said, looking at him.
"I love you."
Roman's heart broke a little, hearing how sad and desperate his lover was.
"I love you too, Virgil." he replied.
With that, he ran off, determined to find Devon, and kill him.
~~~
Devon silently stepped down the hall, having spotted Patton and Logan walking together, hand in hand.
"Pitiful." he muttered, "Absolutely pitiful."
He saw Logan stop for a moment, then shake his head and keep walking.
Devon creeped up behind the pair- and jammed the stun gun into Logan's neck. Patton gasped, and his face quickly contorted in fury. He attempted to knock Devon down but was unsuccessful.
Logan grunted as Devon held the stun gun there for several seconds, then his eyes rolled back in his head and he slowly dropped his knife, collapsing to the floor, unconscious.
"ARRGH!" Patton shouted, "YOU BASTARD!"
He raised his bat above his head and brought it down on Devon's left shoulder, hearing a distinct pop as it dislocated.
Devon shouted in pain, then looked up at Patton, his face livid.
He swung his right fist at Patton's face, making contact and causing him to cry out in pain and touch his face where it had been hit, a bruise already forming.
Patton growled and slammed the bat at Devon again, this time hitting him square in the chest.
Devon, winded, stumbled back a few steps, then turned and ran away.
Still worried, Patton dropped the bat to the floor and kneeled beside Logan, who was still unconscious.
"Logan! Oh, Logie..." Patton placed two fingers on Logan's neck to check for a pulse, just like Logan had taught him.
It was there, but it was weak, and Patton sobbed in relief.
"Thank god." he said, "Thank god."
He pulled his phone from his pocket and quickly dialled 911, holding the phone to his ear nervously.
A few seconds late it picked up.
"Police, ambulance, or fire department?"
"Police and ambulance!" Patton said quickly, "Send them to Fifty-Five Reptile Lane!"
"What is your emergency?"
"I- can you get me on the phone with Police Officer Rivers?" Patton asked, "I want to speak to her, it's urgent!"
"Hold a moment, please."
Patton waited for what seemed like an eternity until finally the phone beeped and River's British voice spoke, sounding concerned.
"Pat- Mr Cooper?" she corrected herself, "Is there a problem?"
"Yes, there's a fucking problem!" Patton snapped, "Roman found out where Virgil was and we drove there with Logan and Thomas and we're in the house now and Devon just used Romans stun gun on Logan and he's unconscious but he still has a pulse but it's weak-" Patton was cut short by River's urgent voice.
"Patton, where is Devon now?"
Patton sighed, "He's still in the house, but I don't know specifically where him or the others are."
"Okay, Patton, I need you to get out of the house." Rivers said, "My bro- Devon is capable of horrific things and you need to get as far away from him as possible!"
"Wait- what? Were you about to say brother?" Patton asked, "What-"
"Patton, just do as I say and get out!"
"Okay! Okay, I'm getting out!" Patton said, "I'll have to hang up, though, I've got to carry Logan."
"Just get out immediately!"
Beep, beep, beep.
Patton shoved the disconnected phone back into his pocket and sighed. He put one arm under Logan's knees and his other under Logan's armpits, lifting the unconscious man bridal style.
He grunted under his weight and stumbled slightly, then straightened up and raced back the way he and Logan had come from as fast as he could.
~~~
Devon grimaced in pain, clutching his dislocated shoulder. A few tears streaked down his face as he regained his breath, groaning.
He took a deep breath, grabbed hold on his arm firmly, braced himself for extreme pain, and quickly shoved his arm in an upward motion, popping it back into his shoulder joints.
"FUUUCK!" Devon shouted, "SON OF A BITCH!"
The pain was near unbearable. It felt like someone had stabbed his shoulder with a red-hot knife for a few seconds, then a throbbing ache afterwards.
He slumped back against the wall, panting, letting his arm rest next to him.
He gently felt his chest with his right hand, wincing at the tenderness of it. It seemed that he had a fractured rib, from what he could tell.
Devon slowly got to his feet, slightly dizzy from the pain. He began walking towards the end of the hallway, where the room with Virgil was. Once he got there he took the key from around his neck and inserted it into the door lock, twisting it until the click sounded and he could enter the dark room.
He saw Virgil look up hopefully, but then his face fell when he saw that it was Devon.
"Did you think it was Roman, come to rescue you?" Devon sneered, taking a few steps forward, "He doesn't know where you are, he's not going to rescue you."
"Is that so?"
Devon whipped his head around and saw Roman standing in the doorway, gun pointed at Devon.
Roman's face was lined with anger, his breathing deep and fast. He stared at Devon with such fury that the deceiving man was slightly scared, but only for a moment.
"I let you get away four years ago, but you will not slip through my fingers this time." Roman growled, "You're dead. I'm going to blow your brains out so you never walk again."
Devon rolled his eyes, still delirious from pain and unfazed that he was being held at gunpoint.
"Unless... you let Virgil go right now."
"You don't have the guts to kill anyone, Roman." Devon said, "You'll hurt someone, but you could never kill."
Suddenly a deafening bang sounded and Devon shouted out, feeling a shooting (hehe, get it?) pain in his right leg. He almost collapsed to the ground but managed to maintain his posture, just.
He glared at Roman, who was pointing the gun back at Devon's chest.
"Wanna bet money on that?"
Devon snarled at Roman, "No. But... I will bet... Virgil's life."
Quick as anything he whipped his own gun out and pressed the end of the barrel against Virgil's temple, making him whimper.
Roman looked at his desperate lover. Virgil's face was bloody and bruised, and parts of his hair were matted with dry blood. His shirt and jacket were also stained with blood, and Roman noticed that his jeans flyer was undone, and that made his blood boil, just knowing what his helpless boyfriend had been through.
But his eyes... his grey eyes were filled with hope, desperation... trust. Virgil trusted Roman. Trusted that he would save him like he did four years ago, when they were in the same position.
I love you, Virgil mouthed at Roman. Distract him, he then mouthed, darting his eyes at Devon.
Roman furrowed his brow in confusion for a second, then spoke to Devon.
"Okay... what do I need to do, in order for you to let Virgil go?" he said slowly.
Devon smirked.
"Oh, silly Roman." he drawled, "I'm not going to let Virgil go. All I've wanted for years is to hold him in my arms, for him to be mine. You're kidding yourself if you think I'll actually release him."
Devon went to turn to Virgil but Roman quickly spoke, making him look back.
"Wait- what if you take me instead?" he said, "What about me?"
"I want Virgil, you idiot!" Devon snapped, "Why don't you listen?" He let the gun leave Virgil's temple, and he took a step towards Roman.
Roman glanced behind Devon to Virgil, and was shocked to see that his arms were in front of his body and he was biting at the rope binding him, he had almost bitten completely through.
"What's your obsession with Virgil?" Roman asked, "What do you 'love' so much about him?"
Devon shrugged, "What do you love about him, Roman?" He grinned, "His hair, his lips, his skin, his eyes, his body, his fire and passion, his vulnerability."
Roman saw that Virgil had gotten out of the rope binding his wrists and was standing up, lifting the chair carefully.
Devon shook his head, Ponting the gun at Roman, "Virgil is weak, and that appeals to me greatly. He's weak and pitiful, he just surrenders to m-"
Virgil swung the chair from the right into Devon's head.
There was a loud smash and bang and broken bits of wood flew everywhere, and Devon fell to the floor, his head making a sickening crack as he hit the concrete.
Virgil looked from Devon (a puddle of blood forming at his head) to Roman, his thin lips lifting in a sight smile.
But his face of relief was quickly replaced with one of horror, when he saw Roman standing in front of him wide-eyed, swaying, clutching his chest, a red stain blossoming out from a bullet wound in his chest.
"Roman..." Virgil whispered, "ROMAN!"
He dropped the remains of the chair and ran forward to catch Roman, who had begun to fall to his knees.
He gently set the wounded male on the ground so he was leaning against the door frame, his breathing hollow.
"Oh my god, Roman!" Virgil cried, "Don't- Don't worry, you'll be okay."
Roman lifted his arm and stroked Virgil's cheek, his eyelids fluttering.
"V-Virgil..." he mumbled, "I... love you..."
Virgil let out a whimper, his teary eyes pleading with Romans.
"Roman- you can't leave me." he sobbed, "You- you just can't!"
Letting his arm fall, Roman sighed, closing his eyes. The smile left his lips, replaced with a grimace of pain.
"I need... you... to be strong... for me..." Roman whispered his last words, then spoke no more.
Virgil's lip quivered, and he stared at Roman's pale face, not wanting to cry.
And he cried.
Virgil sobbed, burying his face in Roman's chest. He screamed with agony, not believing that Roman, the love of his life, was dead.
Virgil took a deep breath and pressed his lips to Roman's, kissing him deeply. No response. He pulled back and sobbed, allowing himself to break down.
"NOOOOO!" Virgil screamed, struggling to draw breath.
Suddenly he heard a bang, then loud voices yelling.
"IN HERE!" he shouted, still sobbing, "WE'RE IN HERE!"
He felt the pounding footsteps near him, and he clutched Roman's lifeless body, whimpering.
A man dressed in a black protective body suit and holding a gun ran to the room, seeing Virgil clutching Roman, and Devon lying on the floor next to them.
"Sir, you need to come with me!" the man said, dropping to his knees beside Virgil.
Virgil nodded, "Take Roman! D-Devon shot him in the chest and he's n-not b-b-breathing- and-"
The man nodded and called out, "Rivers, they're back here!"
Virgil heard more footsteps come toward the room and a woman with curly chestnut brown hair ran in, looking shocked at the sight of the three males on the floor.
"Parker, get Roman to the ambulance and get Kennedy back here!"
Parker nodded and lifted Roman off the ground and ran from the room.
Rivers turned to Virgil, her face lined with worry.
"Virgil, are you hurt?" she demanded, "What did Devon do to you?"
"He- Devon-" Virgil gasped for air, his vision getting blurry.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and Rivers furrowed her brow.
"Virgil, what's the matter?" she put a hand on his shoulder.
"I- anxiety- panic- attacks-"
That was all Virgil managed to get out before everything went black.

Part 5 will be the last part. I apologise for this "one-shot" being five parts long. It basically contradicts the name "one-shot".