forum One on One Thing? (Closed)

Started June 26, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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"So, are you gonna keep talking to me? OR are you gonna go try to find your boyfriend? It's probably the latter." She asked with a slight laugh, knowing she was probably annoying Thatcher or something along those lines.

Thatcher gave a growl, moving the phone away from his ear and hanging up. He didn’t care if that seemed very rude. Talking to the woman wasn’t his priority.

Zyra sighed and put her phone away.

Leon's eyes fluttered open and he looked around. "Looks who's finally awake," A man said. Leon tried to talk but it was muffled by a gag, he started struggling around and he realized he was tied up to a chair. "Don't panic, we only need a few things from you," The man said again, Leon glared at the man and kept struggling around. What would they want from him?

Thatcher looked around for any sign that would hint to where Leon was. Nike was growling softly as she sniffed at the ground.

There were only a few mud steps which were leading towards a forest.

Leon stopped struggling and glared at the man, looking at him with a questioning look as if asking what he needed. "Okay, so, I just need your blood," The man lied. "It's because the blood of a siren is precious, it has healing properties," He explained, carefully taking off the gag after he was done talking. "As if it does, and I know you're lying, tell me why you actually kidnapped me," Leon asked, glaring at the man. He looked around the room and saw that there was a knife in the corner, wondering if the man would use it on him.

Thatcher saw the footsteps and gave a whistle to Nike or get her attention. He began to jog and follow the trail, and she followed after him quickly.

"I guess I'll have to do it the harder way," The man went over to Leon and punched him in the jaw, Leon coughed and kept glaring at the man. "Will you listen now? or do I need to punch your face even more?" He growled, grabbing Leon's face and jerking it towards his. Leon looked away and didn't say anything. "What? Too scared to talk now? Just because of one punch?" He taunted, moving even closer now. Leon tried to move away but the man had a firm grip.

Thatcher neared a building after a few minutes, squinting at it as he stayed partly hidden in the tree line. Nike was next to him, growling low as she eyed two men standing outside of the main door.

"You can't make me shut up that easily," Leon said, smiling at the man. The man grabbed Leon's shirt and punched his face over and over again, in the end Leon had a split lip, several bruises over his face. "Try saying that now," The man growled, letting go of his shirt. Leon was passed out and the man had a victorious smile on his face as he gagged Leon again and left.

(Srry I took so long)

(It’s all good)

Thatcher walked to the building, Nike running ahead. The men couldn’t see her. They didn’t hear her until it was too late, and they were screaming as she ripped them apart.

The man was in an another room, talking to someone on the phone. "Do you have the siren?" a voice asked. "Yea, should I kill him now?" He asked, leaning against a wall. "No, not yet. Not until I see the siren," the voice replied. "Okay then," The man ended the call and went on his phone to do random stuff.

Thatcher slipped into the building, walking quietly through the halls. Where would Leon be? The place seemed so large…

Leon heard someone near the door and tried to make as much noise as he could, since he knew the man was in another room. He would have near another door open then close if the man had came to check on Leon.

Thatcher heard muffled noises from a room. He looked over at it and hesitantly pulled the door open, eyes widening when he saw Leon.

Leon glanced at Thatcher and stopped struggling, shocked that he was here. He was still using his hands to try and get out of the rope that bound his arms together.

Thatcher jogged over to Leon, making his scythe appear before he took the gag out of Leon’s mouth. “Leon, oh god. What happened?” He asked, looking at his bruised skin and split lip.

"I don't know, I just woke up and a guy said he wanted my blood or something like that, then he left after he knocked me out again. I woke up after a few minutes and heard someone near the door, then you came in and here we are." Leon quickly explained, wondering if the man was going to come in or not.

Thatcher glanced around and nodded. He picked up his scythe, beginning to cut Leon’s hands free.

Leon smiled slightly and watched Thatcher work. He kept glancing at the door as if expecting the man to burst it at any moment.

Thatcher eventually got Leon’s hands free, glancing over his shoulder once to see if there was any movement. They would notice their ripped apart guards soon, and he needed to get Leon out before then. He crouched down, working on cutting his legs free now as well.

"How did you find out I was here?" Leon asked. He kept glancing at the door every so often, wondering what the man was doing.

(Hey, sorry)

“I came back to where I left you. You weren’t there, but there were footprints leading away from the spot, so I followed them here. What do you remember?” Thatcher asked.

(It's oki)

"Not much, they probably used a rag filled with chloroform or something like that," Leon answered. He glanced at his wrists and saw they were red from the rope.

Thatcher’s jaw clenched a bit as he frowned and nodded his head. “Alright,” he started. “Let’s just get you out of here. Do you need help walking?”