Brock's POV:
"What the fuck?" I mumbled confused. I was tied to a metal operating bed in the center of a grimy basement-like room. The room was quite dim and it was very hard to see. The only source of light came from the small light bulb hanging onto the ceiling by a thread. In the corner of the room was a cart filled to the brim with torturing tools. Panic arose in my gut causing me to struggle against the tight binds.
"So you're finally awake!" A masked man boomed from the now open doorway. "I thought you actually dyed there for a second." His nasty chuckle sounded throughout the room. I remained silent, my face stone cold.
"So, what's your name?" He asked, almost innocently. Silence.
"Not much of a talker, aye?" He cackled. "I can fix that." He swiftly walked to his cart of 'tools'. He seemed to be deep in though as if choosing one of the devices was the hardest decision of his life. With a satisfied sound, he picked up the simplest tool ever, a butcher knife. A menacing smile seemed to radiate off of him as he slowly make he way to me. Twiddling the knife in his hands, he circled around the bed observing my almost nude body; I was only in my boxers. He firmly gripped my upper thigh, gently placing the sharp edge of the knife on it.
I sucked in a deep breath; I've hated pain ever since I was little. However, I sucked it up for the sake of my gang. I knew that pain was involved in what I agreed on doing, so I just sucked it up.
"Still not going to talk?" He pouted. "Oh well." He sliced my thigh, deep. The bright red blood gushed out of my thigh at an alarming rate. "Care for more?" He asked moving closer to mini me. I furiously shook my head; the thoughts of my dick getting chopped off weren't pleasant. "Then speak."
"Moo," I mumbled out. "My name is Moo."
"Not the answer but that'll do," he spoke putting up the bloody knife. "For now."
"What do you even want?" I spat out, ignoring the mind numbing pain in my thigh.
"Isn't this simple?" He questioned. "We are in a hero/villain scenario. I want what I can't have dumbass. But the thing is unlike all these pussy happy-ending cartoons, I'm going to kill every single thing in my way. Starting with you. All I need is some basic information, and then you're dead!"
"What makes you think I'm going to give up information about whatever you want?"
"Cause I know that you're going to tell me everything you know about Jonathan,"
"W-What?! No I won't!"
"Do you want him to get hurt?"
"No!"
"Then yes, you are," he cackled. "And once you do, each and every one of you are going to be picked off until it's only going to be little ol' Jonny boy. Confused and hopeless, he'll have no choice but to seek comfort in the one person he recently got close to..."
"You're not going to get away with this. No one ever does..."
"That only happens in cartoons, Moo. This is real life or have you already forgotten?"
Evan's POV:
"I'll miss you," Sark mumbled tear-eyed.
"As will I," I said engulfing him in a 'bro-hug'. We were outside of the airport terminal; my flight was bound to leave in less than a hour.
"Well," Sark began, "you have to go now or you're going to be late. Do you have your passport? The money? Clothes?" Chuckling at his rambling, I nodded my head. "Call me if you need anything, I mean it. I know a hell of a lot of people that will do anything and everything I ask..."
"Okay!" I laughed. "I'll hit you up if I help. Stop acting like a father." Rolling his eyes, he lightly punched my shoulder.
"Seriously though," Sark sighed. "Hurry before you get left behind." With one last sad smile, I made my way into the airport. Passing through security with no problems, I rested on a chair in the waiting area. I started to think through things once again.
Why exactly am I leaving? Is it to run away from my issues at hand? Or possible chase after an ex-lover that's probably forgotten about me? Why? There's no explainable reason for doing this really. The more I thought about it, the more I was unsure about doing this.
"Flight 210 to Los Santos now boarding, flight 210 to Los Santos now boarding," the airport intercom broke me out of my thoughts. My plane was now ready to buckle me up and fly me far away from here. Clearing my head from my thoughts, I confidently made my way to the boarding area. After the flight attendant lady shamelessly flirted with me, I comfortably sat in my designated seat. Luckily, I was in a window seat, so I could explore the view whilst in deep thought.
As I overlooked the somewhat familiar view, I realized something. I realized why I was leaving. The past is the past, and no one should ever dare try to stay in it.
"Sir, it's time to exit the plane," a stewardess gently spoke, waking me up from my unplanned slumber. I stretched, my back popping as I did so, and looked out of the plane window. We were definitely at a new airport; this one seemed bigger and way more crowded. It appears that I've arrived at my destination.
With a silent thank you, I passed the stewardess and made my way to baggage claim. I found the small duffel bag Sark graciously filled with clothes on the conveyer belt.
'Remember, wear the red jacket in the duffel bag. That's the only way my buddy will find you...' Sark's voice rang throughout my head. Sark had also rung up on of his buddies to help me off my feet.
Unzipping the duffle bag, my eyes landed on a bright red leather jacket with white stripes on the sleeves. I obeyed Sark's orders and slipped the jacket on my shoulders.
Not even two minutes later, I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I came face to face with a masked man, a cat mask to be exact.
"Vanoss?" The cat man confirmed his suspension.
"Sark's mysterious friend?" I deadpanned. With a chuckle, he nodded his head, motioning me to follow his out of the airport.
"Im Seananners," 'Seananners' introduced himself. I nodded and followed him out to an expensive looking car. Damn, Sark defiantly knows some people.
Going over the speed limit, we reached wherever Seananners,was taking me, an expensive apartment complex, in less than ten minutes.
"Welcome to your unofficial gang hangout!" Seananners exclaimed confusing me.
"Gang?" I questioned. "I never agreed on being in a gang..."
"Sark didn't tell you?" Nanners laughed. "Sark and I negotiated something, I help you get on your feet, you join my gang."
"Uh," I drawled out unsure about what I've been told.
"Well you can either join," Nanners smirked, "or you can die." What the fuck?!
"Damn," I muttered. "If you put it in that why, then alright." I could practically feel the confidence radiate off of him, dick.
After parking in a huge garage, Nanners jumped out the vehicle and walked to an elevator, me in tow. Out of the billions of buttons in the elevator, Seananners clicked on button 45. Damn, that's a long way up. These must be rich people.
Seemingly hours later, we finally reached our destination. Following Nanners like a lost puppy, we casually walked to apartment 3B.
"I'm home!" Seananners shrieked only to be met with silence. "Guys?" Walking deeper into the apartment, I eyed three figures in the living room. One was pacing the floor, the other three sitting on the couch with their hands on their heads.
"Guys, what's wrong?" Nanners questioned seriously. The three figures sitting down on the couch finally seemed to recognize us and looked in our direction. I couldn't see their faces because of the bright sunlight shining through the huge windows the apartment had. "Where's Moo?"
Stepping closer to the strangers, I realized just how tense they were. You could see the creases in their foreheads and their faces were stone cold.
"Brock's fucking missing," a familiar British accent mumbled. "He supposedly swerved into oncoming traffic and crashed but upon further investigation, the police said that his body was missing. They're saying that he just fled the scene but that's absolute bullshit. Someone took 'em."
The pacing man stopped in his tracks and looked over at Seananner and I's direction. The serious face he once held turned into astonishment as he locked eyes on me.
"E-Evan?!"
-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-
A.N.~ Wattpad's acting weird for me :/ but I'm really sorry for updating once a week! Time is flying by and I have some serious pressure put on my shoulders! But that doesn't matter, all that matters is that if you're happy, so I hope you enjoy!