Nick slowly got up, groggily using his hands to hold up his head. He was in his room. His eyes glanced over to his bedside to see it was noon. What? How could he have slept that late. What happened?

Nick tried to scrap his brain for any memories but instead got a hurting head. He shrugged it off deciding it was probably nothing. Maybe the clock wasn't working. Yeah that's it. The clock. He couldn't help but scowl at the pain the shot up his back when he stretched.

What the hell happened? Nick got up, trying to ignore the pain, and went out for some possible pain killers. As the brown haired boy walked out, he accidentally ran into Ghetto, causing them both to fall.

"Hey Nick!" Ghetto chirped, getting up, "You need anything?"

"Yes actually," Nick answered.

"I need some pain killers." Ghetto looked down at Nick, questioningly.

"Why in the world would you need those?"

"I really don't know," Nick shrugged.

"Er I have some here," Ghetto said, taking out a small container from his camouflaged vest.

"Here's some peaches as well," Ghetto grinned, handing iver a can. "Hope ya feel better soon," Ghetto added, leaving Nick in his own company.

"Me too," Nick murmured, swallowing the pills. Nick smirked at the container of fruit, lifting the already opened lid. The young leader gulped the peaches down in seconds, wiping his mouth. He got up, throwing the empty can in a random chest, and smiled in relief feeling the pain killers kicking in.

Nick continued on his way before halting to a sudden stop. He was most definitely being watched. But by who? He peered behind himself to see an empty hallway.

Nick breathed in and out calmly, before going off to eat some breakfast. If he was lucky Ghetto wouldn't be there so he could have food along with the peaches.

Nick grinned at the thought and started skipping to the kitchen. The young boy glanced through the doorway of the cookery.

Nobody!

Well other than his reflection through the old rusty mirror in the corner. Nick scurried to the counter which had cabinet full of food elevated over it. He opened one and grabbed some crackers.

Smiling like an idiot, Nick walked over to the table. He shoved a few of the concentrated wheat pieces into his mouth, munching on them. His chewing took a pause as he heard the rippling of water.

But we don't have any water in the kitchen right? Nick questioned to himself, swallowing the food in his mouth. The brunette turned around and his mouth dried up.

There stood Red, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. Nick was speechless.

"HEL-mph!" before the smaller could call for help a bloody hand was placed over his mouth. Nick almost puked from the unpleasant oder drifting to his nose.

"Shush sweet, can't have anyone hear ya," the ginger smiled a little too sweetly. Nick's eyebrows tilted upwards in a worried expression.

Red scooped up Nick and just as the younger's friends were about to help him from the half help he shouted, Red hopped into the mirror with a tomato red cheeked Nick caused by being held bridal style.

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Nick groaned, opening his eyes. His was in a damned prison cell. Red liquid on the walls. Wine? No but that smell...

Fuck.