The Note of Hope

Nathan's vision got blurred as he fought against the crushing weight of the guards pinning him down. His ribs screamed and reacted in protest as a heavy boot pressed against his chest, forcing the air from his lungs. Despite the searing pain so excruciating, his eyes sought Scarlett. She was resisting, her fiery determination visible in every wild movement, but they were outnumbered.

"Scarlett!" he gasped, straining against the guards.

Ethan squatted beside him, a twisted smirk curling his lips.

 "You never learn, do you, Mr West? Always so noble, so predictable and always falling victim. And now, look where it's gotten you." Ethan said slightly rubbing Nathan's head as he defiantly threw his head away from his grip and spat on his face.

Nathan glared up at him, his voice hoarse but steady and unwavering.

 "You'll regret this, Ethan, I promise you that." Nathan said growling in pain.