I wish the night would end [TAG : Drake & Victor]

[Eliott Heston]

Eliott suddenly woke up with a terrible headache, his heart beating like it wanted to broke his bones et going out of his thorax. Feeling dizzy he took his head into his hand trying to breath and calming down, feeling close to a panic attack ... some flash from the basement coming back to him ... that was ... a dream right ? He totally had a nightmare and he is into his hotel room ... When he’ll open his eyes again, he’ll be into his hotel room ... that’s what’ll happen ... He took a deep breath and open his eyes, discovering with horror it’s absolutely not his hotel room ... Or even any room he know ... Eliott can feel his heart squeezing, tears coming to his eyes as a silent and deep panic started to drowning him ... Fuck ... No no no no ... That’s can’t be true ... He look around him and discover a body ... please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead he thought approaching the stranger. He check the pulse and the man, he’s alive ... Eliott sight in relive. “Hey, can you hear me ? Are you okay ?” He said try to make the man waking up, looking around them, wondering where they are ... He remember he was with Drake before the gaz made them fall asleep ...

The panic starting to scratch his heart even more, worrying for his friend ... It just at this moment he saw a second body, a familiar silhouette. His heart stop and he stand up. “Drake !” He came close to the man, checking his pulse with deep anxiety, he better not be dead or he resuscitates him and kill him himself ! (even if he doubt he could win a fight against Drake ... or any fight actually ...) He sense his heart bit ... Oh god he’s okay. “Drake ... Wake up !” He hate himself for thinking he’s happy to see him ... He is, but in the circumstances ... there nothing to be happy about ...

[Victor Pierce]

Victor woke up. The black haired male had a terrible headache. The brown eyed detective suddenly heard the sound of another person. 

Already Victor had his mind wild. He suddenly saw two men. One was lying down and the other seemed to speak. This man seemed desperate. The Detective spoke in a calm town. He tried to make it seem like it was not a big deal but to them it was. "Relax." Victor said. The ravenette looked around. They were in a room of some kind. Already his mind was filled with facts and deductions. Damn. He thought. "He is not dead. Judging by this we were all inhaled by some kind of chemical, when we woke up we somehow ended up here. Fascinating isn't?" Victor said. He still had scratches on his forehead.
The brown eyed male looked at the other that was lying down. He stared at Elliot and he spoke. Clearly this man had some nightmares and perhaps whatever he is feeling.. it was panic. Even Victor was somewhat in the same mood. He tried not to show it. "This is going to be fun." The detective said.

"Victor Pierce," he introduced himself. "Consultant Detective."  Victor looked down and he can notice the other seemed to breathing. Alive indeed.

This case is getting more interesting than ever. This is something. Victor leaned back on the wall and he stares. It looks like that he is going to have to work with these two for a while.

[Drake Force]

Drake groaned when he slowly regained consciousness.

“Drake! Drake ... Wake up !”

Someone called his name. He opened his eyes and looked into a familiar face. "...Eliott? What happened?", he asked confused. Were they still in the basement with all the others? Why the heck did the kidnapper make them unconscious? He sat up slowly, pressing his fingers against his temples and massaged them slowly while taking in the room. This was not the basement. It was some kind of room... He turned his head. A small bed, two doors... probably one to the bathroom and one to the corridor. "Are we locked in again?", he mumbled and then his eyes fell on the third person in the room, a stranger.

"Who are you...?", he asked carefully and got up on his feet, standing labil, but standing nevertheless. Before revealing even the smallest little detail, he needed to know what kind of person this man was. Drake sideglanced at Eliott for a second. He called his name, so a fake name was out of the question already...

[Eliott Heston]

"Victor Pierce," said the stranger after waking up and stand up "oh ...hum ..." "...Eliott? What happened?" well no need for introduction then ... "I don't know ... We were into the basement ... I just remember the light came back and then falling ... before I woke up here with the two of you. " "Are we locked in again?" Eliott fix him for a second feeling really dumb right know ... "I... I didn't check ... I wanted to make sure you two were fine before anything else ..." he said uncomfortable before getting up. Eliott is like this, he always thinks of others before himself.  His gaze catch Drake's looks ... And he feel more bad ... Like if he had done something wrong but didn't know why ... he looks down, rubbing his neck with discomfort ... He decide to not said anything else before making another mistake ...sticking his free arm against his chest gripping his jacket, trying to give himself a little capacity.

[Drake Force]

"I... I didn't check ... I wanted to make sure you two were fine before anything else ..."

Drake nodded. That sounded like him. When he caught his worried look, he gave Eliott a reassuring, very small smile. "It's fine. Let's just look around." And that's exactly what he was gonna do right now.

The raven-haired got up on his feet and walked around, first towards one of the doors. It was made of metal and didn't inch for a single centimeter when he tried to pull it, then push it. Nope. He look a good look at the lock, wondering if he could pick it. He moved a hand to reach into the pocket of his jacket, but it was empty. Right... Those guys took everything that could be of use. He sighed slightly frustrated and moved on to checking every single corner of the small room and the bathroom behind one of the doors.

Everything was white and looked cheap. The wallpaper, the furniture. The bed looked kind of disgusting, so Drake would just sleep on the floor. One of the other guys could sleep on that.. He glanced over at the pillow. Having that would be nice though... Maybe he could strike a deal with the other two about it. He was pretty sure at least Eliott would let him have it. The lightbulbs in both rooms seemed to be broken - Great. So they would only have light during the day. He looked over the walls until he found the switches. He pulled them, but nothing happened. Just as expected....

He walked over to the chest at one of the walls and opened it. Wow. Dirt. Impressive. Helpful. He rolled his eyes and closed it again. Then he looked under the bed. "What the...hmm..." He pulled out the teddy that was under it and pulled it out. A teddy... Was it placed there on purpose? Or did someone forget it while preparing those rooms? He squinted his eyes at it and examined it but it seemed to him like it was just a normal teddy bear. Drake put it on top of the chest. He even lifted the disgusting carpet, but found nothing under it.

The bathroom looked just as cheap. At least there was a tiny piece of soap... Drake wondered how long that would last. Has this been some cheap hotel maybe?, he pondered and tried to think of any hotel in their area that would be far anough away so nobody would suspect anything. That reminded him... He walked through the room and looksed outside the window. A half rotten, but huge mansion... Hmm... Interesting... He tried to open the window, but of course it didn't move. if they couldn't even open the window, how would they get fresh air? He raised his head up to the ceiling and searched over it until he saw a airconditioner. Well, as long as this worked... He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at hit thoughtful. It's possible that this could be used to pump gas into their room... The window was closed. There was no way any air could escape through the metal door. It was literally the only way and they depended on it. Their lifes depended on it. If it didn't work, they'd slowly suffocate in here... That thought worried him.