- Chapter 77 - I need you guys to know that I took me ten minutes of searching and trying to explain my brain to my mom without concerning her for me to find the word "inconvenience" (my next best guess was "nuisance") -
Warnings: kidnapping, abuse, injuries
Third Person POV
Race's head was pounding. It felt almost as bad as the time his father slammed his head into the wall or the time that he and Albert fell off of his bunk play-fighting.
They were not fun times.
Race slowly started to become more aware of his surroundings. He felt as if he'd just slept for three years, and while that would've felt like a nice thing if his head wasn't pounding, he couldn't remember where he was or how he got there.
He could feel concrete under him, which brought back some not to happy memories of the Refuge.
But the Refuge was shut down, so he couldn't be there.
Race lifted his hand up to his head. It felt like it weighed a ton. He rubbed his head lightly, cringing at the pain. That's when he felt it.
A liquid was dripping down the side of his head.
It took Race's brain a minute to put it together, but he quickly figured out it was blood.
"Well, crap," Race mumbled, still feeling really out of it. "That's... not good." He winced in pain.
He had to figure out where he was.
The last thing he remembered was walking through back allies. Maybe he was in one of them?
It was chilly and he was laying on concrete, so maybe.
What had he been doing in those back allies?
He was... trying to get... something?
Was it bread?
Why was he trying to get bread?
"Plus, you should probably have some of the bread."
He was with someone.
Sling.
He was with Sling.
Where was Sling?
Race slowly forced his eyes open. It took them a minute to adjust to the little amount of light in the room, but when they did, he saw someone.
Sling.
Leaned up against the wall, asleep.
Or unconscious.
He wasn't sure which one.
Race's eyes widened.
We were kidnapped.
Race tried to force himself to sit up, biting down on his tongue to attempt to stop himself from crying out in pain.
He finally managed to sit up and leaned back against the wall.
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