He tried to push the beam off him, but he was too weak. The smoke was filling his lungs and the fire seemed to touch his skin. He couldn't move, the wood beam on top of him was heavy. His fingers inched toward his phone, which was inches out of reach. 'Come on…' He murmured, trying to stretch. He let out a cry of pain as a rusted nail on the beam dug into his skin, ripping it. 'FUCK!' The smoke twisted around his windpipe and started to choke him. He started grabbing wildly but his attempts weakened as he felt his lungs lose all oxygen. The blackness around him started from the hazy figure walking toward him, but he couldn't see who it was. He gave into the darkness just as he heard a low voice murmur, 'Pick him up.'
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He felt himself stir, his eyes fluttered open. He didn't recognize his surroundings, he bolted upright immediately. 'Shit!' His stomach hurt. Everything came rushing back, the fire, Kyle and Aaron leaving him stranded, the figure looming in the smoke before he passed out. He looked around the room. It was a comfortable one, he could see the star-studded sky through the window. His eyes moved to a phone on the bed side table. His phone. It looked unharmed, just as it had before the fire. He reached over, his face twisting as his wound seemed to stretch. Switching it on, he saw the date. 25th
Twenty fifth… the day at the warehouse was the twenty third. He had been out for two days? He started to climb out of bed slowly. Every move he made sent a tremor through his body, seeming to suck the energy out of him bit by bit. Fuck. He clung to the foot post as his legs seemed to give out under him. The small table was a few feet away. Come on. Just a bit further. He sucked in a ragged breath, trying to ignore the way everything throbbed and ached. He took a shaky step toward the table, but his legs buckled. SHIT! He grabbed at the table's side, but only succeeded in dragging it down with him, shattering the vase and plate on it into millions of pieces around him.
The door swung open immediately, revealing a fair-haired man, Mick flinched as the cool blue eyes stared into him. His hand curled around the biggest piece of ceramic near him. 'Please don't move.' He scrambled backward as the man took a step toward him. He clamped his mouth shut as the shards of glass pierced his palms. His guard paused, his eyes still focused on Mick.
'Don't you dare fucking come near me, you bastard.' He growled, his fingers trembling around the cool ceramic piece he held.
'You're getting pricked by glass.' He said calmly, Mick moved away back immediately as he took a step forward.
'Who the fuck are you?' His voice shook as badly as the rest of him, still hoarse from the smoke.
'Mr Reynolds, please calm down-'
'I ASKED YOU ONCE! TELL ME WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE, YOU BASTARD-'
'My, this is not how I thought I'd see you again, Mr Reynolds.' His head swiveled to the door, the sinister face of the old man standing there twisted into a sadistic smile. Why the fuck is he here?! 'Why don't you allow Keiran to help you, having more scars on your palm won't do any of us any good.' 178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHYJ4yeXM5J
'You son of a bitch-' 178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH46HI78lUg
'Now now, I thought your mother would have taught you better-' SMASH! Mick stared in terror as the shard of ceramic he had thrown smashed against the wall, turning into tinier pieces. The old man rested his cane back down on the floor, the eerie smile still in place but his eyes were even colder and harder than before. 'I suggest you cooperate unless you want us to resort to more... unpleasant methods.'
'What do you want from me, you conniving bastard?' His savior and captor chuckled, walking over to the sofa and seating himself down.
'Bold of you to assume your family has anything that I could want.' He looked at the white haired man and nodded. 'Bring him over here.'
'Yes sir.' The man stepped over the glass towards Mick. 'Excuse me.' He said as he put his arms around him.
'Let go of me you fucker-' The man lifted him up effortlessly, Mick found his arms pinned to his sides, unable to slash out and even resist. He was placed on the larger of the four couches, the glass piece taken from his hand immediately.
'You're lucky Keiran has decided to be gentle with you, Mick.' He glared at the old geezer sitting opposite him. 'You would've had your arm snapped off by now, had the circumstances been ordinary.' 178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVdFJi0HMVN
'What are you going to try to make me do?' That damn smile again- 178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWZnzdMsMEr
'I always knew you were smart. More so than Nicolas and Blake's sons.' His hands clenched, he winced as his palms stung. 'Keiran, get a first aid kit.'
'Yes sir.' He left the room, shutting the door close.
'Now. To answer your question, Mick, its something that will benefit us both, obviously.'
'Cut to the chase, Jameson.' He said impatiently.
'Alright.' The older man's smile widened as he leant forward. 'Help me ruin the Knights and Hernandezes.'
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