𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 | HuskerDust

Five

He rubbed his wrists lightly, trying to soothe the burning sensation from the ropes. The male had cut him free after he had agreed to work for the boss. If he played his cards carefully, he might be able to escape and get as far away from these two...kidnappers as possible. He had tried explaining that a witness shouldn't be allowed to roam free but the male just shut him up every time. 

"By yer logic, da Dick would probably find ya," He grumbled as he tried to follow the male out of the room. Unfortunately, his leg gave out the second he stood up and he fell to the floor with a pained yelp. He covered his mouth and gave the other a fearful look as if expecting to be slapped for making a loud sound, a reflex he had thought he grew out of.

The male sighed and walked over to help the younger get up. "It's going to hurt for a long while but at least we got da bullet out. Ya could have died if we kept it in."

"Death is just a word. Hell is just a place. One I very much look forward to seeing," he replied quietly as he limped out of the room with great difficulty and help. He squinted his eyes at the bright light of the hallway and stumbled as he grew light-headed. "Mama taught me ta not be afraid ta die. Hurts less when ya ain't afraid..." 

"You were afraid when we came in ta get da bullet out," the male pointed out as he scooped the younger up in her arms with little effort. The younger shrugged a little as if he wasn't going to deny it.

"It was more of da fact that I neva' said goodbye ta my sis that made me panic. Otha'wise, ya ain't got me scared ta die."

The one carrying him nodded a bit in understanding before carefully setting him on the couch. The soft buzz from the radio and a humming sound from the kitchen told the young male that the other person was probably cooking food. He went to get up to inspect what was going on, only to fall the second he tried to stand. Thankfully the older male caught him. 

"Aye, take it easy, kid. Ya were shot and jus' got surgery from two nonmedical professionals. One would think ya had some brain cells from da way ya were talkin' in da room," the husky voice huffed. The younger rolled his eyes a little but allowed the other to push him gently back onto the couch.

He crossed his arms with a pout as he watched the nice kidnapper go into the kitchen. He took this time to look around the room and see what was going on around him. He was in the dirty outfit he had previously been wearing, but his pants were now ripped in the area where his leg had been given improvised surgery.

These people really did not know how to kidnap people properly. He could run out the door right now if he wanted to. For all they knew he could have been faking the hurt leg thing. He wasn't, but his point still stands; they shouldn't just let a witness roam free in their home.

"So, little spider, what shall we call you?"