Battlefield (A Lams story)

Chapter 2

Colonel Laurens awoke in some cell of sorts. It was dark and he could barely see ahead of him. Despite his raging headache, his head snapped up when he heard the door creak. Someone stepped in.

"Good, you're awake!" the figure cheered, his voice was deep, and his outline was bold. Laurens could only assume it was a male. The mysterious figure pointed down to Laurens hands. Laurens followed his gaze and hesitantly looked down. He was chained to the floor, great.

The figure started to laugh for no apparent reason at all. This man is mad! Laurens thought as he watched the man laugh as if someone had told him the funniest joke in history. Laurens looked up as the man suddenly stopped, and another person was forced into the cell by guards that left just as quickly as they came.

Laurens looked at the outline of a man expectantly.

"Oh dear, excuse me! Where are my manners?" the figure mused as he turned on the lights. The lights stung Laurens eyes, for he had grown accustomed to the dark. His eyes slowly adjusted and he squinted to make out anything.

Laurens heard a  loud thump was heard as well as sinister laughing. Once Laurens eyes fully adjusted, he saw a sight that made his blood boil as well as run ice cold. Lieutenant Hamilton was forced onto his knees, hands tied behind his back, by the figure, that stayed in the dark corner of the room.

"W-what are you going to do?" Laurens asked. He looked at his boyfriend's face. It was cut and bruised with eyes that revealed sorrow and worry. He gave a hopeful smile to Laurens once he caught his gaze. He was quite scared for Hamilton, seeing as his build was smaller than most men's are, he could easily get bruised. However, Hamilton had a huge pain tolerance and could handle whatever was thrown his way. After surviving a hurricane, deadly illness, and being transferred around the Caribbean without proper food and water, you were already used to pain. That didn't stop Laurens from worrying though.

The figure stepped closer to Laurens, still staying in the dark corners, and lifted his chin up, earning a growl from Hamilton. The figure ignored it and kept his eye on Laurens.

"Aww, tough guy isn't so tough now," he teased, referring to Laurens stutter. Laurens glared. He wouldn't let this guy get to him, right?

"What do you want?" Laurens spat.

"I think it's simple really," the black figure mused.

"Simple? What could- wait. I would never!" Laurens bellowed, realizing what he wanted. The mad man wanted the US army plans he had the honor of getting insight on, even if it was brief.

"We can make you tell us one way or another,"

"I'd like to see you try," Laurens growled.

"We will," .  Wait we?

"We?"

"Did you forget that you were captured by the British?" . Maybe, Laurens thought. "We will find your breaking point," the British man threatened.

"We'll see, my breaking point is hard to reach," Laurens half-heartedly bragged.

"But it's still there. Just remember everyone has one,". With that he snapped his fingers and the same two guys from before came in and threw Hamilton further in the cell. Hamilton hit the ground, wincing in pain.

Laurens started to run to Hamilton before being yanked back by the chains. He fought against the chains, trying to reach his pained lover.

"Alexander!" Laurens called out in distress.

"I'm right here," Hamilton said, scooting next to Laurens, which proved to be difficult since he didn't have hands.

"What did they do to you?" Laurens shrieked,

"Nothing, I'm fine," Hamilton reassured. He offered a warm smile which Laurens wasn't buying.

"Alex, dear, you can't lie to me. You're literally shaking,".

"I just don't want to talk about what they did,".

"That son of-" Laurens started before getting cut off.

"Shut it!" a guard demanded.

"Did they hurt you?" Laurens asked, concern lacing his voice.

"Nothing I can't handle," Hamilton joked. Laurens smiled at his boyfriend's attitude. Even in the darkest of times he can still find light. The feeling of awe quickly faded as he realized the severity of the situation.

"Yeah, but you did nothing! You weren't supposed to get hurt! I was!" Laurens complained. Hamilton glared.

"It's better this way. You may be physically bigger, and you may have a higher rank, but I'm not any less capable of taking a beating than you are," Hamilton stated.

"But-,"

"Nope"

"Still-,"

"Stop,"

"It-,"

"Laurens, I swear if you don't shut up, I'm going to kill you," Hamilton threatened. Laurens laughed.

"And how do you suppose you'll do that?" Laurens joked. Now, it was Hamiton's turn to be doubtful.

"I'll use the excess rope dripping from my make shift cuffs, and wrap it around your neck from behind, squeezing it until I personally see the life drain from your eyes," Hamilton explained. Laurens stopped laughing for a second, then he continued.

"That's very reassuring, plus I'd like to see you try," Laurens teased. Hamilton clumsily got up to stand, and stumbled behind Laurens. Laurens went wide eyes and quickly shut up. Hamilton smiled in victory and sat back in his place.

"Thank you for shutting up," Hamilton praised while yawning. "I'm gonna to sleep,". Hamilton rested his head on Laurens shoulder.

"Then sleep baby, go to sleep," Laurens whispered, kissing Hamilton's forehead. You could hear the smaller male's soft snores. "I'll protect you, no matter the cost,".