Hostage // dreamnotfound

14. Run

Blood warning!!!
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At the end of the staircase they saw a light glimmer. Quite voices came through the hallway to Clay's ear.

He held George behind him and slowly moved forward.

The thin wrist of the guy behind him felt breakable. Clay turned around and looked directly in George's eyes. They were filled with tears of fear.

Clay's cheeks felt like burning. Till now he didn't felt like this before. He couldn't describe his emotions for George. It was different with him, everything was different.

Clay felt George moving his hand into his, a slight squeeze passed trough Clay's hand. With an encourage nod Clay turned around and started to walk up the stairs.

His footsteps were quite, just like George's, too. His left hand stripped over the handrail and the other one held tight on George's wrists.

As the quite steps from behind stopped and the wrist out of Clay's grip slipped, he felt a sharp pain in his hand. He looked down and saw blood crawl out of the back of his hand.

He felt his breath go out and after a second he found himself lying in the ground choking, struggling to breath.

He looked up and the last thing he saw before passing out was the terrified gaze of George directed at him.

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George just stood there. His knees felt weak and he thought he would collapse every second.

He looked at the passed out man in front of him. They had just cut the back of his hand and than he lost his consciousness. George didn't know exactly what they did, but he could think of them poisoning him by cutting his hand. Possibly a substance that lets you loose your consciousness.

He hoped so, he couldn't loose Clay. They somehow bonded and George felt kind of responsible for him. He was sure Clay thought that way too due to his behavior around George.

The man behind George held his wrists in a strong grip. George couldn't get rid of it. As they cut Clay, he instantly wanted to go over to him. He wanted to hold his hand, pet his head and wait till he wakes up again.

But he couldn't. His arms were twisted around his back and he couldn't move. Even if he wanted to his legs wouldn't do what he wanted them to do. He felt weak. All his power was brought up to face his fear and breaking out with Clay.

The shorter came out of the cellar. He held his head, he winced and grabbed at George's wrist.

"You'll pay for what you two have done."

His voice was terrifying and cold. George was in fear. His gaze stuck on the unconscious Clay on the ground. Two other men grabbed him at his arms and dragged him up the stairs. The shorter followed with George in his surprisingly strong grip.

George stumbled up the stairs. He had to concentrate not to fall over.

His thoughts on got stuck on the words of the shorter one. He didn't want to get hurt neither he wanted Clay to get hurt. What would the man do to them? Didn't they still need George for the program? He hadn't finished it yet. But they don't need Clay anymore. They would just kill him!

George couldn't get around with this thought. He couldn't take it if he was responsible for Clay's death.

He saw the other two men throw Clay on the ground. They were ruthless.

"If you kill him I won't do anything for you!"

The shorter looked at George with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, you won't?"

His voice didn't sound interested at all. He seemed to really don't care about them. What could George do more to help Clay?

Clay was always so protective. George wasn't. He hated himself for his cowardice.

He saw the men look at each other and than taking Clay and pulling him on the wall. They chained his wrists against it and walked over to George.

George felt the men grab his wrists and pull him over to the metal chair.

They pushed him to sit down and chained his wrists at the armrests.

George's gaze shifted constantly between the shorter one, the two other men and the unconscious Clay leaning against the wall with head hanging down on his chest.

George saw a slight movement in the motionless body. Clay's head shook slightly and with a gasp he looked up and searching panicked with his gaze trough the room. His eyes met George's and instantly his facial expression got calmer.

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Clay felt terrible. Every movement was exhausting.

He saw George chained against a metal chair. He was relieved they didn't do something to him. Clay wouldn't be able to take it if something happened to George.

His wrists were chained to the wall. He couldn't quite move. His gaze got stuck at George.

He felt a strange feeling appearing in his body. It felt like everything would tingle. His heart began to beat faster. What was this? Clay couldn't locate where this feeling could come from. Fear doesn't feel like this. He had felt fear in the past few days very often, but this was different to all he had ever felt. The feeling made himself feel insecure and it was odd, but not unpleasant. It kind of attracted Clay.

Why did he only feel like this in the presents of George and why did it get worse when he spoke to him or even just looked at him?

Clay caught himself staring at George. He instantly looked away as he realized George was looking back. He blushed and heard a little giggle from the direction of the metal chair.

"Shut up! There's nothing funny here! Get it!"

The man slapped George in the face, who groaned and looked at the ground. Clay winced at the sight of George getting hurt. He wanted to scream at the man, but didn't.

He saw the man turn around and speak to the other ones.

With a worried expression his gaze shifted to George again. The other male looked up. His eyes were filled with tears. He looked as he would collapse every second. Clay knew George wouldn't take it any longer, but what were they suppose to do? What was Clay supposed to do now?

After the men discussed something Clay could understand they got over to him and George and unchained them.

With harsh movements they moved them both back in the cellar they were in for many hours.

Clay and George sat against the wall again as the door closed and the key turned in the keyhole.

Clay looked down at George and saw him just cuddling against Clay and falling asleep immediately.

Clay just giggled to himself and laid his head against George's, eventually falling asleep too.

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