As he opened his eyes , his pulse was in his throat , chasing the burn of the rope that scathed both his wrists. His spine , bound to the metallic surface of the black Mustang , refused to elevate as constraints held it captive to the enslavement of ropes, as his pelvis jolted upward and met the grind of further entrapment . His helpless screams punctured the air, the roof of the car submerged under water , the underpass flooding . As the menace of frigid water encroached the edges of the vehicle, his demise was closing in . While the cars wheels were solid against the ground, his hours of self imposed friction against his own bindings had him unable to escape . Victor had resisted the implantation of the Vanderine, and as a consequence, he awaited the flowing seawater's embrace as his eyes gazed in terror at the clear , taunting glow of the stars , his heartbeat striking against his shivers of revulsion . His boots, soaked in freezing saline and his clothing sodden with his autonomy, it was ending. The essence of his humanity was seeping into the night air . And as his tears bled into the void atmosphere, he convulsed in reactive horror, another scream wrought from his chest. "Help me-" , his own voice echoed against the underpass , surrounding him. As he thrashed against his binds , throwing his head back against the roof of the drowning car, the frigid water bit at his flesh as it rushed over the gleaming surface of the Mustang he'd driven to the side of the highway earlier that day. Now with his hands placed on his chest, and clasped his teeth clenched with the irony of its keys being buried in his own grip. "Those bastards -" he muttered, his energy waning, the stars seeming closer yet further away as water lapped over the cars bonnet. That's when his screams finally reached Ryan's ears as he lurched to a halt, pulling Liam back and steering him toward the overpass . "What the hell -" his voice rang out into the night, as his eyes absorbed the scene below him. "Looks like they are getting more creative with their tactics " , he said, his grip on Liam's arm tightening with his disbelief and panic. "They've got the poor guy tied to -a car-in four places." Victor yelled in a relief infused tone "Help me , please-" . As Ryan surveyed the unfolding situation beneath him, he gathered a few rocks from the gravelled road , and stripped his shirt . All Victor could do was watch as a shadow hit the water, and in seconds Ryan was hauling his upper body onto the roof of the car , and his hazel eyes locked onto Victor's terrified gaze. "Liam and I escaped similar situations earlier , we're gonna get you outta here-" Victor offered a dark chuckle "In a body bag right, coz I'm gonna drown-" Ryan reached over Victors chest and pried his fingers between the threads of rope , assessing their proximity to Victor's flesh "I can't get my hands underneath-" he cursed , and began sawing at the fibres with a rock, responding to Victor's despair , "good damn thing I've done this before . Severed my own binds , then his-" Ryan gestures toward Liam, whose outline appeared at the trunk of the car as he brandished a hollowed bamboo reed. "Not to alarm ya both but, I can hack through the binds over his pelvis and torso but-this water is rising so he's gonna be breathing through this -", Liam yelled, a rasp in his waterlogged voice . Victor thrashed his head against the watery surface of the car again, as a visible panic surged through him. "Breathing through what? " he asked , as Ryan's free hand held his bound grasp in reassurance. His momentum on the binds was gaining fast as the rope seared against Victors flesh before snapping . Ryan lifted Victor's head into his lap, giving him some height as the water lapped at his throat. "Listen, slow the breathing down for me buddy-what's your name ? I'm Ryan , but call me Ry-". Victors words trembled with the betrayal of his fear as he answered "Victor-just don't leave me here , please-" . Ryan grabbed the reed from Liam's hand and handed it to Victor , "You're gonna have to breath through this , it's a decent length, and we operate damn quick , block off your nose when the time comes alright. You can do this , Victor. " . Groans of agony escaped Victors lips as Liam maintained pressure on the constraints that constricted around Victors chest as he hacked into them with a desperate pace. Slipping the reed into his mouth, Victor leaned into Ryan's hand as his palm cradled his head , giving him a stable makeshift pillow as his neck threatened to collapse. Liam's fingertips bled as his extremities burned against the freezing air, as the water soon scathed Victors ears, threatening to claim his head . He wrapped his tongue around the piping , its thick diameter stretching his lips as he struggled to keep a seal established. As the water stung at Victors closing eyes , and rushed over his face, the bamboo tube was an eerie lifeline in Ryan's lap . "Keep breathing Victor, nice and slow, I'm hovering my hand over the reed so I can feel you , you're doing great" , Ryan yelled. As the water cascaded over Liam's thighs, he mouthed "I'm only halfway-", the moonlight bathing his exhausted features. Ryan plunged his hand underwater, grabbing victors free hand . "Keep breathing, we're getting there", he said before returning his hand to the binds with determination. Obeying Ryan's distant voice, Victor's ribcage burned with the sandpapering scrape of his lungs as he dragged them into coercion. Then as his chest began to spasm under Ryan's hand, he splayed his fingers over Victor's sternum. "Victor, just focus on the breathing, this is gonna hurt like hell but we're both here alright." Ryan, running a hand over his gaze , coaxed his own panic into the atmosphere , as he willed Liam's efforts in silience . As the traces of fresh blood revolted Victor's gag reflexes, his teeth clenched with force around the bamboo piping, his shaking breaths hitting Ryan's palm . Victor fought not to cough as the cold air disturbed his airway, and tears streamed from his closed eyes. "Keep those breaths nice and steady, We ain't going anywhere , those bastards can try but they don't know who they're messing with -" . As soon as his words hit the air , Liam managed a grin , his pupils shining in the dark as the binds snapped from Victor's torso, and he travelled to his pelvis . Ryan lifted Victor into an almost seated position, his head hitting open air . He gasped , inhaling a lungful of fresh air, as the reed fell from his mouth . Ryan , breaking into a smile , delivered a gentle thump to the back of Victors head , He's up and kickin'-almost" . Victor grinned through bloodied teeth in response , as his head collapsed sideways into Ryan's chest. "Thanks, I-I thought I'd choke-I-" Ryan was quick to deflect the oncoming gratitude "Calm down , Liam did all the work and he ain't done-". Liam only took a second of respite , shaking his hands before harbouring a strange look in his eyes. "Ry' , I'm almost through his right hip , but oh God I think I'm gonna pass out". As he spoke, the hollows under Liam's eyes shone with bruises from his earlier brush with concrete, and he anchored the heel of his palm against his forehead. "Hey, gimme a rock-I can -help cut that -" Victor stammered, as he hauled himself into a seated position, and Ryan slung an arm over his shoulders. "You might have some hypoxia-what I mean is , you're brain's gonna be a bit of a mess- " Ryan explained, scanning Victirs back for any sign of injury before something caught his attention. "Don't move, bloody hell , how did you-" . Ryan's eyes widened with concern as he realigned Victors right shoulder blade and guided in back into place, as Victor grunted with the force, a chill jolting down his spine. "What-what was that-" , he asked , the cold throwing his voice off course . "You must've dislocated your shoulder thrashing and slamming yourself into the roof -and you're too cold to feel it. You will later-" As Liam bust through Victor's bind, freeing his right hip, he deftly moved to the left side, his strength waning as his movements slowed. "it's alright Vic, with that shoulder I'll take care of this and then we'll get you onshore-" . Something hit Liam's thigh and he retrieved a gleaming set of keys from the water, the ignition to the Mustang that was now swallowed in a brine imbued grave. "Man, this was your-shit I'm sorry-", Liam lamented , as his slow but rhythmic hacking continued. "Yeah, not that I'd ever drive her again after-" . Silence fell over Victor in a blanket of emancipation from his lost reality.

Here's a continuation: His gaze wandered from his shaking hands and out onto horizon, trailing the stars with bloodshot eyes. The whites that surrounded his irises held broken vessels from his head injuries, and lingering evidence of his trauma . thrashing against concrete had a way of leaving behind stark physical reminders , and the sand was salvaging and cool against his temples. The clear skies , however, taunted an unreached clarity with striking distance from any hope of seeing in the dark. Liam traced Victor's outline as he stumbled across the shoreline, gathering driftwood. "Least I can do is get a bonfire started , despite the horrible pain in my right shoulder ". As he shifted in the sand , his calves elevated on a sand dune, Liam kept his head low. "Don't strain yourself Vic, we have all night and with me being indisposed and Ryan being ...well". His eyes , refocusing on Ryan's unconscious face under the moonlight, stung as he laughed. "Yeah, Ryan is dead to the world , after sawin' through your binds it seems he's spent." Victor yelled out from the breakers that lapsed around his bare ankles . "He's a hell of a lot more together than me-", Victor said, heaving wood into his arms, his right shoulder pulsing with his heart. "Well it's not like there's a hospital out here in the middle of nowhere so good thing 'ol Ry could slam your scapula back into place " Liam replied , still watching Ryan sleeping , his expression at peace for the moment. "Yeah, thank goodness he's got medical training, popping dislocated shoulders back in seems like a hobby to him...". Victor grinned as he dumped down a pile of wood beside the recovering Liam , and collapsed by his side. "How are we gonna light this ?" Victor asked, the dampness of the air seeping through his words. Liam was quick to toss a lighter at Victor , his pulsating headache fading to the background as the waves' crashing beckoned the pain away. As Victor ignited a piece of wood, a the flame spread through the pyre , the warmth flickered over their skin. "Ah , this is the life huh", Liam said, his voice full of exhausted humor. Victor, flexing his interlocking palms at the fire , nodded. "Yeah, beats being tied up on a rock, waiting for the tide to-" His eyes darkened as he stared at the dancing flames, his voice lost in the crackling embers. "I need to make clear how grateful I am to you both-" Victor said, his gaze in the material of his fatigues as he spoke. "I'd have drowned , tide was creeping up so fast-" As he replied from his makeshift bed of a rolled shirt and a dune of sand , Liam chose a space between the stars. "It was nothing , I mean Ryan is out cold and I'm worse off for losing my grip but, still -". As another wave crashed in rhythm with Liam's pulse , he said, eyes not leaving his focal point. "Ok, it was the hell we went through because we needed to , there was no other choice." Victor stoked the flames , lost in thought, as Ryan lifted his head from its cradle of sand, shaking particles from his hair. "How long was I out. I'm so stiff-" Victor answered as he stood up and hauled another chunk of debris toward the fire , "Maybe three days? Nah , a few hours, welcome back to the living." Ryan groaned , feigning disgust "you look like death warmed up Liam, I'm guess in' neither of you have slept, just watched me huh?" . Eying Ryan's profile Liam shot back "Yeah, me and Vic were just discussing how you should be the one to go catch us a boar and gut it , seeing as you're the medic round here" And a laugh followed as Ryan sat up "ain't no wildlife round here...but your lazy ass would starve before it found out any different".

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