Donovan nods in thanks, "Act unconscious, I'll hold them off, distract them by bolting through the halls. They won't worry about you if you look asleep. When I'm gone, get the hell outta here." He says, looking at the others. "I'll come find you when I manage to get out."
“Okay. If you aren’t out within 30 minutes to an hour I’m coming back in for you.” Jack says sternly. He gives Donovan a nod of good luck and respect before motioning to Dusty to follow him back to where they had been when they woke up.
Donovan nods, waiting for the others to get situated before taking a breath and preparing to pull the table away. Taking a shivered breath, he swipes the table away from the door, and rushing out.
(@LyraPhandomTrash is still doing the guys right?)
((Yup! I am lol))
Both of the men crash into the door, then yell in rage as one of the captives got out. One of them gruffly say, "Stay here… If that one got out it's likely the other ones could have too." He picks up a baseball bat that was propped against the wall and chases after the escaped victim. The other man walks into the basement, not noticing the fact that they weren't chained. He did notice, after what looked like the third time of counting, "There was another girl… wasn't there…" He growls as he walks along the wall, glaring at the two who were there.
"Um… No!"
Donovan was panting, he had been running for who knows how long. He clutches his chest, looking around wildly.
Jack clenched a knife that he had snatched from the table behind his back. He slowly blinked his eyes open and lifted his head up. “We just woke up to the same situation you just walked in on so, even if there was, we wouldn’t know.” He said, glaring at the man.
Donovan pants, leaning on the wall, groaning in pain. His back was screaming, his wound reopened and bloodier than before. He heard running footsteps, then a heavy, cold thing hit the back of his head and everything went black.
"He's right you know!"
"I have a feeling you're lying… No, I know you both are lying. She was the girl with gold hair, we snatched her from a park… You both are gonna pay.." An insane smile streched across of his face. Suddenly, the other man came back in, the baseball bat dripping with blood and Donovan thrown over his shoulder. He threw the boy to the floor, then kicked him out of the way. The two men spoke to each other, and the one who had gone after Donovan seemed extremly mad Aelin had escaped. "Never mind… She'll never make it far. In the mean time… get her ready." The man pointed at Dusty.
Dusty gulped, ready for what? Why?
Donovans breathing was uneven and shallow. He curled into fetal position, shivering as blood dripped from his head and back freely.
Dusty looked at Jack a worried look on her face.
The lesser of the two guys walked over to Dusty and dragged her to her feet, pulling her towards the table that was near the center of the room. As he pulled her closer, you could see there were handcuffs planted into the wood.
((You decide wether or not she go's willingly or fights being strapped in))
(She goes willingly, she is weak anyways)
Dusty went willingly to the table scared to death, I'M SO DEAD!
Dusty is picked up and thrown down onto the table. The man quickly snaps all the restraints on- cuffs keeping her arms, legs, and head from moving. The other man walks over to her. His fingers drift over the table with the torture equipment on it. "So, what shall we do first… How about we ask the audiance for suggestions?" He turns to Jack. "Electric shock, or chainsaw for your little friend here?"
Dusty thought Chainsaw? Jack please answer you might not have been so active before but please be now!
(Hello?)
(I am so sorry that I was gone)
Jack grinds his teeth at the two men, clutching onto the knife even tighter. “How about the…” Jack lunges at the man closet to him, stabbing him in the shoulder and throwing him to the ground. “You will pay for what you are doing.” He snarls. I should show no mercy, but I just can’t kill. He turns to the next guy and shoves him as far away as he could from Dusty, undoing her restraints.
The man who got stabbed falls to his knees, yelling out in pain. He grabs a knife off the table, and hurls it at Jack. The second man comes charging back at Jack, picking back up the baseball bat. He swings it wildly, trying to at least back him up into a corner.
As this is going on, Aelin had finally made it through the vent system, with only mildly cutting up the lower part of her leg, from getting caught in a fan blade. The other end of the vent was in what looked like the living room of the house. She shoved up on the grate, and climbed out. Hearing the commotion going on downstairs, she quickly scurried around, until she found a cell phone lying on a table. She grabbed it and ducked behind a coffee table, shakily dialing 9-1-1.
Jack clutched his shoulder when the knife reached his back, toppling over into the man who was swinging the bat at him. “Get out of here!” He yelled to Dusty, struggling to stay on his feet as he attempted to doge the man’s blows. He ripped the knife out and chucked it at the guy with the bat before slamming his back into a wall.
Dusty stated in the table zoned out. She couldn't move or fight or nothing…