Shooting Star

Kidnapped

Quick A/N: greetings and salutations! Ah, I actually didn't expect the story to come this far. Which means I'm going to start the actual plot for how I want to end this. Now, that doesn't mean itll end immidietly after this part, but hopefully sometime after that. Thank you very much for reading my story this far! Well either that, or I'm just talking to bots.

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"Its to cold to go to the beach!" Scott cried, dragging himself behind Jeremy, Fritz, Mike. Will. Mike shot William a look. He responded by shooting a glare back at him. The two seemed to have some sort of rivalry.

Will groaned in frustration. "Scott I swear--" he turned around and stopped short. His boyfriend was gone. Will looked around, panicked. He swiveled to face his friends. "Uh...guys?"

"Yeah?" they replied in unison.

William twitched his lip, annoyed and gripped Jeremy's shoulder. He yelped and froze. Wills voice had something that mixed with panick, and worry. "Scotts gone." He spoke quickly and quietly, just above a whisper.

*before our beloved Scotty disappeared*

Scott walked slowly, still dragging himself behind. He didnt see the reason to go to the beach in the middle of October. It made no sense. "Its to cold to go to the beach!" He complained. Of course none of his friends listened to him.

He continued to drag on, examining his surroundings. He felt a tap on his shoulder. He swirled around to face what had caused it. A middle aged man, who looked older than Scott smiled at him. It was a smile that made the hairs on Scotts neck stand up.

"Yes?" He questioned, looking back to see if his friends plus boyfriend had waited for him. They hadn't. The man spoke, in a Russian accent. "How about you and I go to the club? Theres one just around here."

Scott froze, and desperately looked back again. He didnt see his friends. He took a breath. "Uh...n-no thank you. I have a boyfriend." He politely rejected the man. He scowled and gripped Scott's arm. "You dont understand," he began, gripping tighter as Scott struggled to get free.

"You don't have a choice." Was the last thing Scott heard before something hit him and his world went black.

*back to the present *

Jeremy looked unconvinced of himself as he sputtered out, "M-Maybe he went t-to e-eat so-something?" William shook his head. "Scott won't eat. Believe me. I've tried to make him." He sounded like he was going to cry, catching Mikes attention.

"Dude are you crying?" He asked, earning a glare from Will. "No. I'm not crying. I'm just....worried." He objected. Fritz patted his back, resulting in a 'dont touch me'. Jeremy continued to look aroind. "Maybe S-Scotty is t-t-taling to s-so-someone?" He suggested.

Will frowned, doubtfully. "I'm going to go look for him. You guys can go without me." He waved the group away, who immediately accepted his offer and took off.

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The first thing Scott felt was cold. He opened his eyes, shielding them from the bright lights above him. He heard a loud creak from a door as is opened.

"You're awake! Good. Drink this." A man forced a liquid down Scott's throat. He sputtered, after struggling to get away, only to realize he was tied to a chair.

"Y'know, in movies the kidnappers usually have a bargain. What's yours?" Scott still attempted to escape, but only made it worse, and getting a rope burn.

The Russian man smiled down at him. "Youre clever, arent you. But I have no bargain. I always get what I want." He practically growled the last part. Scott flinched back, before asking, "The hell do you want then!" Though it sounded more like a demand.

He stiffened when a hand made it's way on his inner thigh. "I think we both know what I want." The man continued to rub Scott's thigh, he kissed Scott, who was now struggling even harder to break free.

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Will asked random people if they had seen Scott. Most of them said no, some of them looked at his purple attire and asked if it was a joke. He approached a Russian man, he looked slightly older than Will.

"Have you seen anyone around here? Black hair, glasses brown eyes? Kinda short but I don't say that in front of him." He explained the best he could, and the man nodded. "Sure have." Will looked at him eagerly. "Where?"

"Over in that hut. The boy just had sex with me." The man pointed to a hut on the beach, dangerously close to the lapis ocean. Will stopped in his tracks. "I'm sorry, what?" But he didnt wait for an answer, he took off to the hut.

Scott heard the door open, and began to tremble. He was huddled in a corner, away from the door. He heard a voice pipe up, one that seemed familiar. "Scott I swear to whatever God there is, when I find you-!" It threatened.

Scott whimpered, giving away his hiding spot. He braced himself to be hit or touched without consent again. He tried to block himself, but his hands were too weak.

"Did you have sex with someone?" Scott jerked his head up, and saw William. He began to shake even more and started crying. Will growled at him, and smacked Scott. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you slut?"

Scott let the words cut through him. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, he just sat there. He turned away from William. Will dragged Scott to his feet and lead his outside, into his car.

Scott still hadn't spoke, more than likely from guilt. As William drove him home he stopped at a light and asked once again, "Did you have sex with someone?" He chose the words carefully, and looked at Scott, who nodded.

"Get out of my car." Will unlocked the door and glared. "Wh--" Scott began but was cut off. "Get. Out. Of. My. Car." Scott looked around one last time  before he saw something. A knife, with a purple handle and a shiny silver tip.

He slowly picked it up, and raised it to himself. "What are you doing?!" Will yelled, slamming on his breaks. Scott yelped and stabbed his leg, half on purpose. He opened the door and flinched as he put pressure on his now bleeding leg.

Will tried to grab him and fix the stab wound but was instantly rejected. "Dont touch me!" Scott spat at him, speaking for the first time. He turned away, and took off, despite his leg losing more blood with each second.

Will put his hands in his head and stay like that for a few minutes. "God dammit!" He muttered to me as he made a U-turn and drove after Scott.

"Fuck you, feelings."