Gone

WARNING: Abuse

WARNING: Somewhat less hideous angst than the first one shot. I think.

Roman paced back and forth on his phone, too restless for sleep, just like every other night for the past three weeks.

Ever since Virgil had gone missing.

Roman had woken one morning to see that Virgil wasn't beside him anymore, his phone was gone, and neither of the others had seen him.

They had called him and searched and talked to the police and put up posters.

And they still hadn't found him.

Patton had cried himself to sleep every night since.

Logan had thrown himself into work to bury the grief.

Roman had not stopped searching, not stopped hoping that today would be the day, that finally someone would call and Virgil would be found and they would be together again.

He heard the soft sobbing from Patton's room, the non-stop clicking on Logan's computer.

He walked to the window in his room and threw it open, staring at the moon.

I'm coming, Virgil. I'm going to find you. I promise.

Virgil sat bolt upright, feeling the cold chains around his wrists and neck.

"Looks like my plaything finally woke up. Didn't I say you weren't allowed to sleep?"

Virgil looked around in terror. He had been trapped here for weeks, though it felt much longer.

It was dark, and cold and wet. Virgil was chained to the wall by his neck and wrists, having only a blanket to protect himself from the cold.

He squinted into the darkness, searching for his captor, before something slapped him, hard, across the face.

"I said." Suddenly the figure was right in front of him, face covered almost entirely by a black mask. "Didn't I say you weren't allowed to sleep?"

Virgil nodded, trying to avoid more pain.

The figure leant back. "You broke the rules. You know what that means."

Virgil nodded again, screwing his eyes up tight.

"You need to be punished."

Virgil cried out in pain as the knife slashed across his arm. He grabbed his arm with his other hand, trying to stem the bleeding. What had Logan said to do if you start bleeding? Apply pressure to the wound.

He yelled again as the knife cut him again, over his thigh.

He held it with his free hand, trying to stop the tears from spilling over.

Just breathe. He'll be gone soon.

He forced his eyes open, willing himself not to cry.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, the figure turned and walked away, to the door Virgil could neither see nor reach.

As soon as they were out of sight, Virgil slumped down in his chains.

Hurry, guys, he thought. Please find me.