Lost and Found

Chapter Four

Roy's POV

I was discharged from the hospital after a few days. It was a good thing that Mauvais Dentes healed fast. The doctors told me to be careful because it wouldn't be hard for me to rip my stitches. They all looked at me cautiously, and I thought it was because I had been evasive about how I had ended up here. They knew I didn't get my injuries from nowhere and my wounds were pretty gruesome. They probably figured I was bad news or that the people I hung out with were, so they really meant it when they told me not to do anything stupid.

I told them I wouldn't, but I was lying. My business wasn't finished here in Portland.

Grant picked me up from the hospital and drove me to our hideout which he told me was an abandoned warehouse a few miles away from the city. It didn't take us long to get there.

I rose slowly from my seat in the car and carefully shut the door before I walked into the warehouse with Grant. I noticed that his lip was split and he had two deep bruises on his face that looked like they were starting to heal. I wondered what happened to him.

We saw the group of guys standing around for our arrival. Bruno and Andre emerged from the group and greeted me enthusiastically.

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Trubel's POV

I was dutifully glaring at the guy who was sitting in front of me. It was his shift to watch me. All of the guys took turns making sure I wasn't going anywhere, except Andre who pretended he had better things to do or something.

I had been here for three days and I was pretty sick of looking at everyone's stupid face. I didn't want them to kill me, but I kind of wanted them to do something. I was bored out of my mind.

I had learned earlier that they were members of a Seattle gang called the 7th Street Savages. One of the guys punched me in the face when I said that was a dumb name. Anyway, they were in Portland to kill some members of their rival, The North End Crew. Some North Enders came to Seattle and killed a few of 7th Street people, so they were just returning the favor. They made it sound like that happened a lot. I was surprised that there were any gang members left.

I wish they would just kill each other until they both went extinct, I thought grumpily.

I was going to pick a fight with my babysitter, but I was interrupted by the sound of people talking.

"Welcome back," Andre said. His voice was toneless and I questioned if he meant what he was saying.

"So what have you guys been doing? You kill any Crew members, yet?" I heard a man's voice ask.

"Not yet. We've been busy," Andre said.

"With what?" the man asked, confused.

I looked across the room at the guy I had been glaring at earlier. He looked interested in the conversation that was happening. He stood up and walked into the next room through the doorway; there was no door.

"Roy!" the guy who was guarding me yelled. He sounded happy.

"Hey, man! Where'd you come from?" the man named Roy asked.

"Uhhh," my guard said awkwardly.

I heard footsteps. They were quick and getting louder.

I waited for a figure to appear in the doorway and was surprised when it did. It was the guy I saved. I guess his name was Roy.

"What the-?" he started to ask. He looked around himself for someone who would give him answers. I guess he didn't know that I, the person who helped him, was being held hostage by his sadistic friends.