Rating: R for language, will be NC-17 in later chapters
Summary: Luke is in trouble.
Disclaimer: Luke and Noah do not belong to me. If they did we would see a lot more kissing. This story is not for profit. No copyright infringement is intended.
Luke wakes up with a gasp. He tries to cry out but the sound is muffled by the hand wrapped tightly around his mouth.
“Keep your mouth shut you stupid little fag” Winston Mayer hisses, pointing a gun at Luke’s forehead. “If you want to live you’ll do exactly as I say and you won’t make a sound.”
Luke nods his understanding, fighting to stay calm. He has no doubt that if he makes a single sound the Colonel will kill him.
“You and me are going on a little trip” Winston says, a crazed smile splitting his face. “Stand up real slow and keep your hands where I can see them.”
Luke moves slowly to the edge of the bed, not wanting to do anything that might startle the man. He looks desperately around his room, trying to figure out how he can let someone know that he didn’t leave willingly. His eyes alight on the picture of him and Noah taken on Valentines Day. He pretends to stumble as he stands up, knocking his elbow into the frame so that the picture falls to the floor. It earns him a fist to the face from the Colonel that knocks him back onto the bed, but it’s worth it. Noah will know something is wrong as soon as he sees the picture missing from its usual place.
Winston presses the gun into Luke’s back and tells him to go downstairs quietly. Luke follows orders, his head spinning from pain and his heart pounding in terror. When they get out to the car Winston puts a blindfold on Luke and cuffs his hands behind his back before pushing him into the seat.
They drive in silence for several minutes before Luke hears the Colonel sigh in relief and start chuckling. Luke decides it’s worth the risk and asks “What do you want? Where are you taking me?”
“What I want is for you to keep your mouth shut” Winston growls, but after a few minutes he starts talking. “I’m going to get my son back” he says. “This is all your fault. Noah’s a good boy. I’ll make him see how disgusting and perverted you are. Don’t worry though – I’m not going to kill you. If I did Noah would never forgive me, I realize that now. I just need to keep you away from him until he realizes that its Madeline he wants. She’ll make things right, then I’ll let you go.”
Luke keeps his mouth shut this time. Noah’s father has gone clearly gone completely insane and he’s fairly sure that there is no point in trying to reason with him. Instead he leans forward slightly, trying to get a feel for the cuffs to see if there is any way he can get out of them.
What seems like hours later the car finally comes to a stop. Winston comes around and drags Luke from the car. “Welcome to your new home” he says, laughing like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard as he pulls off Luke’s blindfold.
They are in the middle of a forest with nothing but trees and hills in site. There doesn’t even appear to be a dirt road, just a vague impression of a path through the trees. In front of them there is some sort of underground bunker that Winston is pushing him toward.
Winston pulls a key ring from his pocket and opens a series of locks on the door, then he pushes Luke inside and steps in after him. “Stay still” he threatens, waving the gun at Luke. Luke nods, exhaling silently in relief when the Colonel undoes the handcuffs.
“There’s some food and bottled water in the cabinet. I’ll be back every few days with more, as long as Noah cooperates with my plan. Have fun” he says, stepping through the door and slamming it behind him.
“No, wait!” Luke yells, grabbing the handle and trying to open the door, but the Colonel has already locked it and he doesn’t respond.
“Fuck” Luke whispers, turning from the door to look at his prison. He shudders as he takes in the tiny, dark space. This room reminds him of the room he was held in as a child, the same damp, musty smell and the cold biting into his skin, but this time he doesn’t have his father with him to provide the illusion of safety. At least there’s a bit of sunlight creeping through a window set high in the wall, but there are no lights in the room and Luke knows that as soon as the sun goes down its going to be pitch black.
He takes inventory of the room first. When he opens the cupboard he finds crackers, canned food, some bowls and silverware, and a can opener along with 2 gallons of water. Luke decides immediately to ration the food and water, not trusting Winston to bring him more. Walking to one side of the room he finds a mattress and blankets on the floor, glad to find that at least he’s not likely to freeze to death. Checking the other side he finds a few books and a makeshift outhouse of sorts. He takes one more walk around the room just to be sure he hasn’t missed anything and sighs in resignation.
He gathers the bowl and silverware and walks over to one corner of the room where he uses one of the forks to pound at the area where the cement floor meets the wall, hoping to find a weak area to start digging. After circling the entire perimeter of the room he gives up on any hope of an easy way out and goes back to the corner with the mattress. Using the fork handle Luke begins pounding at the ground, finally succeeding in chipping away a tiny piece of cement after what feels like hours. Exhausted from the effort and discouraged at the lack of progress he lies back on the bed to rest.