Asylum

The wind howled throughout the stony mountains as a single light shown through the rocky walls. The light belonged to a small cottage, a simple little thing, a pale beige color and brown roof, its windows clear glass. Standing in one said window was a tall skinny man leaned against the windowsill just watching the small opening in the rock face surrounding the cottage, his blue eyes filled with worry and concern the later the day got with still no sign of the other person he shared the cottage with. With a defeated sigh the man turned away from the window to go start dinner. He slowly moved through the four roomed home towards the kitchen moving a stray strand of hair behind his ear. The man stopped in the hall looking at the framed memories hanging on the wall. His boyfriend wasn’t really a photo person so there weren’t many but still, Drew McIntyre enjoyed the framed memories on the wall.

It was still surprising how he managed to score a man like his boyfriend. All that muscle and power, it always sent shivers up Drew’s arms each time that he was roughly shoved one way or another when the other wanted something. It was much better than his old abusive relationship anyway. Drew chuckled lightly looking at the last picture, it was easily his favorite out of the bunch. It was a picture outside of the dog park. Drew sandwiched between his best friend Jinder Mahal and his big Burmese mountain dog called Amari, and on his other side his boyfriend for going on five months now, Brock Lesnar, their Doberman Shadow sitting between them. Drew chuckled remembering Brock’s denial for taking the picture but it had been Drew’s birthday and the bigger man wasn’t about to say no to him. As Drew continued to the kitchen he made a mental note of where Shadow was before looking through the pantry.

It took Drew about thirty minutes to get everything set and cook a small steak for Shadow. As he finished taking the steak out of the wood fire oven Drew chuckled lightly as Shadow’s claws clicked on the floor, his tail wagging a mile an hour. Drew turned around, the steak on a platter, completely expecting it when Shadow stood on his hind legs, front paws on Drew’s shoulders trying to get the meat.

“Down boy!” Drew chuckled, “Down! You’ll get it don’t worry!” Still laughing Drew managed to get the Doberman down to the floor setting his plat down on floor. Shadows barked happily at the meal before tearing into it. Drew watched the dog with a smile for a while, but his joy at seeing someone happy for his cooking soon turned back to worry at the fact that Brock still had not returned home. Drew sighed lightly, walking back to the front window leaning on the wall once more. Drew watched the horizon line for any movement of something living. He was against Brock traveling with that business man from the city, what was his name? Mike…Miz? Something like that. Drew knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t take anything from the house when he stopped by for some reason or another but that was really it. It did take Drew by surprise when Miz had appeared randomly on their doorstep earlier that morning without a call ahead like normal. This time he didn’t come alone ether. Drew counted at least four other men with him. Drew did not like the look of any of them.

He didn’t hear why Miz had come to them this time. It was always different really. Brock for muscle and Drew for his slick tongue and looks. Heck sometimes even Miz needed something from Shadow. The reason was always different too, hustling a trader, making sure a client paid or a witness didn’t appear in court, or just for a friendly visit. So when Brock left with Miz without telling Drew anything it worried him. Drew frowned deeply at still no sign of Brock on the horizon. With a defeated sigh Drew walked back into the kitchen and sat down at the table collecting food from the small buffet that he cooked up. Drew at in silence for the first time in many months and it bothered him deeply. He was so use to the almost one-sided conversations and muttered grumbling about work. Shadow glanced up at his owner as Drew moved in silence cleaning up the dinner, putting the leftovers in the small fridge. The dog could tell his owner was worried and he wanted desperately to help him. The Doberman slowly padded over to the tall man pressing his muscular body against Drew’s leg, trying to provide some support.

Drew was nearly toppled over from the sudden pressure on his leg. Looking down Drew allowed a small smile to grace his face. Reaching down he scratched the back of Shadow’s ear with a smile.

“You miss him too don’t you?” Drew asked wistfully as his blue green eyes met Shadow’s amber ones. Drew gave a sad chuckle, giving the dog a final scratch behind the ear and started walking towards the back stairs. He doubted he was going to get any sleep because of worry but he could try. Brock was going to have his head if he got sick while the other was away. Slipping into the shower quickly Drew cleaned himself and slipped into his pajama pants. Drew let out a whistle calling Shadow to bed, the dog quickly coming to him.

“Time to go to bed,” Drew smiled to the dog and made sure that Shadow was settled before slipping under the thick covers himself. With the fires out this cottage got really cold since their conditioner was out. Though he was still worried Drew attempted to go to sleep. He was about to fall into a deep sleep, warmth does that to a man, when the sound of glass shattering jarred him and Shadow awake. Sniffing the air Shadow let out a snarl bearing his teeth, the action causing Drew to scramble for the pump action shotgun under the bed. He rose it towards the door, taking aim for where a person’s chest would be there was one way into the bed room so he was ready. When the door opened and a body filled the space Shadow launched at the body snapping his jaws on the intruders arm, the man screaming in pain, his body convulsing in on itself using the one behind him open for Drew to take down.

“Boss didn’t say anything about a dog!” the first guy snarled darkly kicking Shadow off of him the dog skidding back to Drew. Snarling the Doberman stood back up ignoring his own pain to keep Drew safe. Taking aim Drew took another shot at the next guy that stepped into his door frame. Everything was happening so far it honestly surprised Drew when a bullet from a pistol in logged its self into the wall beside him.

“Now,” a one of the men that had flooded the room started talking, his voice very British, the light bright enough for Drew to notice a tattoo peeking out of the man’s collar on the left side, “Call off the dog and come with us quietly.” Drew frowned deeply taking in his odds, at least seven men, two already shot and one with dog wounds.

“Not happening,” Drew frowned deeply aim his shot gun, but before he could shot the speaker of the group shot his pistol, the bullet grazing Drew’s bare shoulder. Drew let out a scream of agony, dropping the shotgun in favor of gripping his shoulder. Shadow let out a snarl leaping of pure anger at the sheer noise of his owner in pain. He bunched up, leaping at the British man. Let out a loud curse the man jumped back letting another bullet fly. The sound of pure agony that that left Shadow’s body was worse pain than Drew’s own pain.

“Sha…Shadow?” Drew asked trying to claw his way over to the dog.

“I warned you,” the British man sighed putting the pistol away. Drew only had a moment to wonder why before a jolt of pain shot through him and his vision went black.