George's throat was dry as he tried to swallow saliva that wasn't there. Sweat beaded down his face as he stared down the intimidating figure in front of him. The first thing that caught his eye were the fangs that protruded from their mouth.
They resembled those of the wild hogs that he used to chase whenever he entered his grandfather's forest in his childhood. He could hardly think back to his past as Blaire continued to speak.
"Now you see little spy, you're under my control. heh." A sinister smile made its way across their mouth, twisting the fangs inside.
George absolutely had no idea what they were talking about. But it didn't matter, as soon as they would move their hand away, he'd make a break for it.
"Heh you think you've got me, do you?" George smirked as his captors seemed confused.
What the hell is this kid going on about? Blaire thought as they looked at George quizzically. They took a quick look at Rupert who stood beside them, knee still wrapped in a cloth.
George continued to smile as the pair of bandits stared him down, wary of his next move. All I need to do is just reach into my pocket and I'll be Scott free! "Hah! is that all you've got?!" He said with full confidence.
Suddenly, the room exploded with rapturous laughter. Blaire's eyes practically leaking tears as they wheezed. The walls cackled and shook as Rupert held his stomach with one colossal hand. George sat on the metal slab utterly confused. Why? Why were they laughing when he had pulled out his....
It was at this moment that George looked down at his arm, which laid slack against his body. Oh shit.... He thought as the laughter died down.
"That was cute....." Blaire said, almost teasing George for his attempt to move. "I'm going to have fun breaking that fiery spirit of yours..."
Chapter 6 [Companions?] end.