Gays With Guns

(Un)Familiar?

Noah was out cold, he looked about dead. He kept seeing things though, intense visions and feelings. Something about a fire, lots of smoke, and vaguely seeing Oliver? Everything felt so real, he could almost taste the fumes filling up his lungs. He felt like his insides were on fire, it was so hot and felt disgusting. Then he saw him. Oliver. It couldn't have been mistaken for anybody else.

Noah continued to drift in and out of consciousness. Everything hurt, and even though he was conscious for the most part, he ignored his gut feeling telling him something was wrong. He was unable to decipher what was happening to him, as his eyes weren't used to the light yet. During the whole commotion, his glasses must've fallen off. Everything was laced with blur.

He suddenly jolted awake, not fully aware, but enough to know he was in a moving vehicle. The younger gasped quietly for air, choking a bit. It was just a hallucination. He managed to open his eyes, only to be met with the inside of some... car. He was being taken somewhere, and he had no clue where ''somewhere'' was. Noah felt his heart speed up as his mind finally processed what was transpiring.

The word kidnap pounded in his mind in bold.

Should he scream?

Cry?

Ask where they were going?

Or stay silent?

So many questions and the poor brunette couldn't think right. Noah still had so much life left in him, being at the ripe age of twenty-two. He didn't want everything snatched away from him.

His leg burned and stung, but he could feel bandages covering the wound. The pain had dulled moderately, however it wasn't enough for him to push it out of his mind. He went to raise his hand to inspect it, only he felt restraints stop him. Suddenly all of his senses came back and a wave of unimaginable discomfort throbbed in his shoulders and wrists. The younger was unable to keep it in anymore, letting a harsh sob fall out. He leaned his head back, causing it to rest on the window as he cried to himself. He can see the outline of who he suspects is Oliver sitting in the driver's seat.

Noah was scared for his life, but who wouldn't be? Oliver was bigger than him and could overtake him in a matter of seconds... He started to beg, "Please...I wanna go home! Why...w-why are you doing this?!" He yelled, wanting to get his attention and possibly knock some sense into the all too familiar man. Oliver could hear Noah crying and fussing, starting to plead towards him. Of course, Oliver might hurt him at some point, but nothing too bad. Noah was reacting in a much tougher way now, starting to scream and kick at the door. He didn't understand! Why would somebody do this?