Captured

Louis’ P.O.V

I can’t remember the last time I had gotten knocked out before this, but this just reminds me that getting knocked out really does suck. The last thing I remember was a fight in the hotel back parking lot, and getting knocked out by something disgustingly sweet smelling. Then I am waking up to Sam cleaning up the injuries that I’m guessing came from the fight. I do not try to get up knowing she would just push me back down so she could finish with the first aid.

“Where are we? What happened? Does this have something to do with the package you received from that charming ex of yours Drake? How did they know where we were going to be? How long have we been out?” I asks in a whiny voice with a dash of sarcasm when talking about Sam’s ex.

She doesn’t answer right away. Not until all the injuries are taken care of to her satisfaction, does she answer.

“Just like I told Liam I don’t know exactly where we are. Most likely a recently abandoned hotel that the jackasses that took us turned into a prison mixed with an underground headquarter for a group trying to take over the world. We all were drugged with chloroform so they could take us without a fight; well not much of one anyway. Drake most likely is part of the group that did take us and is a part of what they are planning on doing. The only ways they could have known where we were going to be are one they have been watching us. Or two they have an inside person. The first option seems the best guess. And as for how long we have been out, I was only out the night we got taken and as for you and Liam three days. Since we are in an abandoned hotel there is a bathroom with running water that will allow some privacy to clean up a little bit. If you are going to sit up or stand do so slowly.” Sam answers in her usual “I will answer your questions but not how you wanted” kind of way. She then gets up to take care of Niall who is on the bed behind me indicating that she was done with the conversation. Looking over to the door I see Liam in different clothes than I remember him wearing the last time I was still conscious.

Once he is next to me I ask a couple of questions. “Liam where did you get those clothes, and what do you remember from anything from the fight to now? I can’t recall everything since I got knocked out.”

“The clothes are in the bathroom and in the little counter area next to the bathroom. They also have every sanitary product to keep us clean in there. It looks like they are prepared to keep us for a long time. Well the fight ended quickly for me when I got knocked out by something that was disgustingly sweet smelling which I learned not to long ago was chloroform. We were in a van when I first woke up everyone was still knocked out. Then I drifted into unconsciousness again. Then woke up still in the van but Sam was awake. She got the gag she had in her mouth out, and she tried to get to me to do the same since I was closest to her but she was tied to the floor of the van. One of the guards smashed the butt of his rifle into her head then into mine knocking us both unconscious once again. Then I woke up here with Sam cleaning up the injuries. That’s all I know sorry mate.” Liam responded.

Great that’s just great. We have been missing for three days and yet not a single rescue party has arrived. I decide that I should take a shower to forget about everything even if it is just for a little while. I find everything exactly where Liam said it would be. It is weird thinking the captors would allow us to have the luxury of a non destroyed bathroom. I really should stop expecting things to make sense or be normal especially when it came to all of this. Nothing in the past few days has been normal or straight forward. The water is freezing, though I hated cold water I hated feeling grimy and dirty more.

Once I return to where everyone else was I just watch Sam do whatever it is she was doing. The jacket that she was wearing during the interviews is missing leaving her in the grey tank top, leaving enough skin showing to see that she had a tattoo just below her collarbone one on the right and one on the left. A dream catcher with wings, and a sword with flames. They were very suitable for her personality it seemed. It was weird seeing tattoos on her.

“what do those tattoos represent, And when did you get them? They can’t be that old since I have never seen you with tattoos even when you wore a dress.” I ask trying to make some part of this situation a little less gloomy. Plus I was very curious to know, figured I wouldn’t get an answer from her. I hear Liam “ask what tattoos?” but then notices them before I could respond.

“The dream catcher and wings are for reminding me any dream is possible if you let it take flight. I had to learn to let some dreams go while at the school I went to. The sword and flames are for the fight that takes place to reach the dreams that is fought with the burning desire and passion to secede in making the dream a reality. They are the same ones that my mom has and those are the meaning she put with them. Though I have them as the two sides to me. The sword and flames represent the fighter, protector, and what I do for a living. The dream catcher reminds me to have a gentle, caring side, since I lost that side of me years ago. It also stands for the dream that Rachel, Kate, and I want to accomplish one day. And I’ve had these for the past three years.” She answers to the shock of both me and Liam.

I never imagined that is what they represented; I thought she would have said something like oh got them because I thought they looked cool. But no it was the exact opposite. She has a reason for them.

Soon a meal arrives for us that is slid in through a slot that was in the middle of the door. The food is in package that said MRE. Yeah ok so I have no idea what to do with them. I only know they have food because they have the name of a meal on it. “Meal time I guess.” I say throwing a package at Liam and Sam. Liam looks just as lost as I do, but Sam knows what she is doing. Following what she is doing we manage to make our first MRE. Which I am proud to say I did pretty well on making. They tasted awful, but hey I wasn’t going to complain it was better than nothing.

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