JP- Long Ride

James, for his part, couldn’t even summon his fire at the moment due to the pain. He could only glare at Clonestone and Razor as they stared down at him.

“Get him in the fucking car.” Razor said, holstering his pistol.

“Should get a collar on him, and his jeans off.” Clonestone said, dragging James to the car.

“Just collar him.” Razor said and opened the back door of the car. Popping the trunk, he went to it and grabbed a collar, tossing it to Clonestone before finding a specialized first-aid kit and wrapping up his arm.

James coughed slightly and tried to get free from Clonestone, gritting his teeth against the pain he was in.

“Don’t worry, James. You won’t die…I didn’t hit anything important.” Razor said. “Thrane wants you alive.”

Clonestone collared James. He pulled James’s belt from his pants and used it to bind the pyro’s hands behind his back. Then he started pulling James’s pants off.

“What did I fucking tell you earlier?!” Razor snapped at Clonestone and kicked him. “You want me to put you in an acid bath?!”

James just stared at them, trying to push away from them now that he was in the backseat of the car.

“Thrane wants Tzeitel too, right?” Clonestone asked, checking the pants pockets for a phone and tossing both out. “I can make him talk, sing even.”

James hit the other door and started to fumble with his hands behind him for the handle. “I won’t tell you shit!” He yelled at Clonestone, cringing in pain from his chest wound.

Razor rolled his eyes. “We’ll get her…” He got into the driver’s seat, not really giving a shit about what Clonestone did. “Just get in the car so we can go!”

Clonestone got in the back with James. “So we’re on a road trip together again, Jamesy.”

“Stay away from me, you fucker…” James growled as he kept trying for the door handle. Why couldn’t he find it?! Panic was starting to stab into him.

Razor buckled up and pressed a button so a screen separated the front from the back of the car. He happily raised the volume on the radio.

Clonestone ran a rough hand over James’s leg. “You’ve seen the files, the medical records, why don’t you just tell me where Tzeitel is?”

“I’d rather die than tell you where she is…” James pulled his leg away, glaring more as the car began to move.

“You’d rather die than go through what I’m going to do to you.” Clonestone said. “I can make death a reward after you tell me where Tzeitel is.”

“I’m not betraying the people I care about because of what you do to me.” James tried to push further away, cursing the collar around his neck at the moment.

Clonestone laughed and climbed over the pyro, he ran his rough hands over the back of his neck.

“Get off me!” James shot his knee up between Clonestone’s legs.

Clonestone laughed, his skin still too thick to feel pain. He grabbed James by the shoulders and started wrestling him face down.

Still able to hear them, Razor hummed and turned the volume up to the max. James, shockingly, would never tell them anything, though. He just endured the pain…

At least Clonestone had fun trying to get James to talk. Towards the end he forgot what he was after and was calling James Tzeitel.