The Darkness and the Past

Chapter 3

The Darkness and the Past (Chapter 3):

AN: Hello, my followers and fellow fanfictioners! At last, after the longest time struggling with the ever-growing expectations of my third semester of university, I have used the free days while being confined to the four walls of our house during the quarantine to finally complete this STUBBORN third chapter, but oh man, was it fun to write!

And now to the specialties and warnings of this chapter and beyond... In this installment, as well as the next one, we'll have a new character making an entrance: the graveyard woman, who had the suspicion that something might happen. Now, she may be on the side of the good, but I'd like to remind everyone that my main inspirations from her come from pretty adult sources. (Providing those if anyone wishes to know exactly.) I will not go into full details about everything she does, but I will make her as rough as I deem necessary. That chick is no Disney princess. She's a toughened adult who has seen much of the world, compared to my usual teenager OCs. Plus, Ramón is very pissed off at Miguel and has no intention of making our poor boy feel comfortable...

Ok, that was it with the warnings. Grab your drinks, flashlights and bus tickets and join the adventure... in Chapter 3.

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Darkness.

He couldn't see a thing... Was it night? Was it day? Where on Earth was he? He couldn't tell. Everything around him was just impenetrable darkness. He shivered from fear and cold. Had he gone blind? Did something or someone else make him go blind? After a second of shock, he could calm down enough to assure himself that if someone had indeed blinded him, he would be in a lot more pain.

Loneliness.

He strained his ears and listened into the dark space. Water was dripping somewhere distant and wind that felt cold on his skin was howling around hollow structures. Wherever he was, he definitely was not at home anymore. And he was alone... Save for the wind and the water, he couldn't hear any footsteps, breathing or a heartbeat except for his own heart that was galloping like a wild horse in his chest.

Helplessness.

It was only when he tried to call out for somebody that Miguel realized the full extent of the situation he found himself in. His scream was drowned out, coming out only as a feeble whimper. A thick piece of cloth in his mouth pressed uncomfortably against his tongue and he could feel the little hairs on his head that were tangled in the knot of the gag. His heart stood still for a moment before resuming to beat twice as fast.

Panic. Pain. Terror...

Overwhelmed with despair, he tried to move to free himself, but try as he might, he couldn't fight against the rope that bound his body tightly to a chair. Miguel intended to spit out the gag, but it was too tight and almost triggered his retching reflex. Beads of sweat were running down his forehead, which made the wound from the stone attack sting. The ropes were chafing against his wrists and ankles. Pain and utter terror made hot tears stream down Miguel's face, wetting the blindfold over his eyes.

Miguel was sobbing silently, screaming for his parents in his mind and for his dead family even. He couldn't believe it. Just because of some stupid shortcut he was now in the hands of a kidnapper in a place that could be God-knew-where! Thinking of his family felt like a knife being twisted in his heart. That didn't help at all. Instead of feeling better, he ended up feeling even more miserable as the homesickness started to kick in. The boy cried harder, shaking violently. Then he heard a door being opened.

The young musician froze. His head whipped up and he cried out, hopeful. Ramón had to pull himself together to not let out a laugh. Seeing his victim so helpless gave him a joy that he usually felt either only after a successful coup or a... well, particularly good night. The brothers approached Miguel. Then the eldest grabbed the gag and pulled it out of Miguel's mouth.