BATIM Adventures

People of creation 4

Norman became aware of a raw throbbing pain on his back as he slowly starts to become conscious. He tried to understand why he was in pain and when it happened to him,  but his mind was Clouded with fog. He couldn't think clearly but ever second it gets worst and worst into something cold making it sting like hell causing him to snap back to Reality and scream.

  "I'm really sorry..." A small kind voice said. "I know it hurts...just relax..."

Norman turned half way over, ignoring the pain as much as he could, to see who was there. The shock he got from seeing how much worse his bruises are now made his heart hurt for him worst this his wounds. Norman reached over to the guys chin and gently turned his head left then right, examining the damage. "It's alright...I'm fine.." Sammy said to him but Norman knew he was lying. He could see it in his big fearful eyes and hear the sadness and pain in his voice.

"You are not fine, Sammy. You are hurt." Norman replied to him with a stern and loving voice.

Sammy took Norman's hand in his own and leans down, kissing the top of it then he looked back at Norman. "Need I remind you that you are hurt so much worse then me at the moment?"

Norman only now realized he had no shirt on and there was an open medical kit next to Sammy. This brought everything that happened to them back to his mind. Him and Shawn got whipped by there friend, Henry. Joey had figured out there plan by... beating Sammy into telling him. "W-where is Shawn?" Norman started to look around and getting up. He notice he wasn't in the church anymore but not in joeys or there ether. "where are we?!"

Sammy places his small hands on Norman's cheeks and faced him to Sammy. "Breath." He calmly told him. "Shawn is with grant at his house. And you here in my house." He replied. "Now. Please lay down so I can care for your wounds."

Norman nodded and laid back down on his belly while Sammy gets the peroxide and pours a bit on a cloth. He starts dabbing it on his wounds, making sure to clean them good. Norman was trying to stay still as much as possible though he was twitch a bit from time to time from the pain.

  "I'm sorry.." Sammy said after a long period of silence between them. "I'm sorry for telling Joey." His voice was on the verge of Breaking.
"This is all my fault..."

  "No. It's n-not." Norman told him as he sat up and faced Sammy. He saw the tears running down his bruised cheeks and his sad blue eyes. Norman felt so bad for him he's been in this cult for so long with all these bad things happening to him or to people around him and did everything he could to survive. Norman gently pulled Sammy into his lap and wrapped his arms around him. "This is all Joey's fault. Not yours. Not the others. Joeys. And I promise you Sammy. I will get you out of here." He stroked Sammy hair back. "We just need a knew plan."

Sammy loved having someone play with his hair and Joey haven't treated him like an actual human is so long that he couldn't remember. He allowed himself to relax and melt into his chest and lay his head on Norman's shoulder. "How are we going to escape..? Joey has 12 guards. And if you run in the woods they have horses to come after you.."

That gave Norman the idea they needed. "horses! Sammy you're a Genius! We use the horses to escape into the woods!"

"But how are we going to get everyone out of here?" Sammy ask, sitting up and looking at Norman. " There's only five horses"

"Me and Shawn are focus on you and Grant first. We're leave for town and send in the police for the others." He replied. "Sounds like a plan?"

Sammy nodded. "Sounds good. How are we going to tell grant and Shawn this?" He looked into Norman's eyes and could tell he was worried about him selling them out again. "Y'all should maybe make a plan without me..so I wouldn't get y'all in trouble again."