A/N That was a crapload of caps lock in that last part. You peoples are terrifying.

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Note: getting shot in the back of the leg, then getting struck in the back of the head with the same gun that shot the bullet that is now in the back of your leg, then getting dragged down a street before being thrown into the back of a black van, on top of a warm body (let's add that you're not sure who exactly, that body belonged to), is not in the least bit pleasant. To all those people who glorified getting kidnapped, and falling in love with said kidnapper...it's not going to happen, stop dreaming now, because you really don't want those dreams coming true.

Not to mention, it's complete over kill.

Tony's felt like he was under water for an unmeasurable amount of time. His brain was clouded with muddled thoughts and distant voices that spoke no comprehendable words. And as hard as he tried to make them out, he just couldn't concentrate on anything for more than two seconds at a time. He could comprehend to an extent, that his entire body hurt, but over the pulse of his heart in his ears, the pain didn't seem to matter much.

The van bumped and swerved as if the driver was drunk on a road full of car-eating potholes. The low murmur of voices broke through his dense fog of delirium. Tony forced his eyes open slowly and whispered almost inaudibly. "What just, happened?" He blinked hard against the darkness, but saw nothing. "Oh God, I'm blind aren't I?"

"No, you dimwit." At the sound of Lisha's voice, Tony relaxed a bit. At least she wasn't dead... "We're in the van. Son of a bitch has been driving for about a half hour."

There was a muted shuffle against the dark that sounded like someone getting kicked. "Ow," Lisha muttered.

"What she means, is that, we were worried he had killed you," Michael's voice rang out of from directly across the van. "We heard the gun shots, and you weren't moving..."

"Ah please, no one can kill me," Tony joked weakly. "He only got my leg...and hit me over the head, I think." Suddenly the whole night flooded back to him. "Abbie, and Ian, are they here? Are they okay?"

There was a short span of silence. "Yeah, we think so, they're sitting down next to us -- at least, we hope that's then. Neither of us were conscious enough to confirm," Lisha squeaked.

"How are they?" Tony grunted as he pushed himself to a sitting position.

"They haven't moved since he threw you in here," she choked out slowly. "You said he shot your leg? Let me look at it."

"You wouldn't be able to see it any better than I can," Tony retorted. "Besides, I think Abbie has it worse, he shot her too."

"Wait, what?" Mike lurched in surprise. "Oh my God, no, no. You're joking right?" Tony soon his head grimmly as Michael shuffled in the dark. "Why didn't you tell us earlier!?"

Tony resisted the urge to mention that he had regained full consciousness, less than thirty seconds prior and just couldn't have. Tony casted his eyes down guiltily as he was forced to listen to Mike pat Abbie's face and demand for her to wake up. "Abbie, wake up, please, wake up, now, Abbie..." Michael hiccuped. "She's...she's so cold."

"What, oh God," Lisha breathed and moved away from Tony, toward where he assumed Abbie was. "Dammit," she hissed a moment later. "Mike, take off your jacket. We need to keep her warm."

"Right, right, right," Michael replied unsteadily. A second later there we're several loud clicks and the whine of a zipper as he took off his varsity jacket.

"Tony, where was she shot?" Lisha called hurriedly, though she was clearly shaken, she seemed to be deeming a little better at keeping her head than Mike was.

"I don't know, man," Tony shook his head hard as he tried to think back. "I couldn't see worth shít, it was so dark."

"Think, Tony!" she snapped at him. "We need to know how serious this is, the longer it takes for her to wake up..." she didn't have to finish the sentence. He knew....the less likely it would be that she ever would.

"I. Don't. Know," he replied in exasperation. "The guy cut the power line as soon as we got in the kitchen."

Lisha sat silent for a minute before seeming to give in,"We need to get out of here. You two need to get a hospital. There has to be some way out."

"Is Ian okay?" Tony asked after yet another moment of silence.

Lisha let out a long breath. "He hasn't woken up either, but when I woke up he was jumping out the van. The guy roughed him up and knocked him out, but....he should wake up soon. He didn't use his gun on him, he emptied the entire clip at you."

"And...what happened? You just disappeared."

"I went to lock the back door." Her voice grew extremely quiet, as if it were one thing she simply didn't want to remember. "Jerk hit me in the face with a two by four or something. Hurt like Hell."

"Same thing happened to me," Michael muttered.

"We can only assume that's what happened to Ian..." there was a paused. "But he woke up before either of us...I guess that thick head of his absorbed most of the blow."

"Well I suppose a thick head has to be good for something, eh?"

"I heard that," came a weak mumble from Tony's left.

"Ian...thank God," Lisha sighed in relief.

"Did they manage to escap --"

Suddenly the van screeched to an abrupt halt, causing Tony to be thrown rather violently into the front wall. He grunted in pain as someone fell hard against him.

"Sorry," Lisha muttered.

There was a long span of no noise besides the heavy pants of their breaths as the four of them waited for something to happen.

"We stopped," Michael whispered just before a loud screech of metal on metal cut off any other words he could have. The sound was ear splitting, worse than nails on a chalk board or two piccolos tuning their high notes. It almost resembled the sound of someone opening a vent that hadn't been touched for years. And just as quickly as it started, it stopped.

Before anyone could voice what happened, a high pitched spraying sound replaced the metalic screech. Suddenly them temperature of the van shot up as the four of them were hit with some sort of sickly sweet smelling vapor that burned at their lungs.

Before Tony could remember not to breathe, he felt his entire body go numb like someone had laid him on a bed of ice. Lisha and Michael were actively panicking, but all that seemed to fade into the background. Soon all their voices were replaced with nothing but a high pitch ringing that filled his entire existence, as his head hit the floor.

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