Trustworthy help

31. Kidnap

'You can't be fucking serious.' I say after I end the call. 'What?' Corpse asks as he leans over my shoulder, making me jump. 'I have to go to Eve. Leo isn't doing well, they think he won't make it so they want to put him down.' I say as tears well up in my eyes. 'Really?' He asks as he walks around the couch and sits next to me, taking my hand in his. 'Yeah....' I say. 'Then let's go.' He says. He stands up, walking to our bedroom. When I walk in he's packing a small bag with some clothes. If we leave now, we'll have to stay the night somewhere. It's nearly eleven pm. We get some things before turning all the lights off and locking the door behind us.

The car is parked down the road, so I put on my coat, as corpse zips up his jacket. As we walk down the sidewalk, a man in dark clothing and a hood steps out between two parked cars. Corpse stops me, pulling me behind himself. It's the man who broke in. I reach for my bag on corpse's shoulder, and open the front part where I keep my pocket knife. I take it out right as corpse turns around 'let's go the other way.' He says as he turns me too. I stuff the pocket knife behind my belt. When I look up I see another hooded man in front of me. We stop again. Now looking at the other side of the road. It's empty, though it's a very little chance to make a break for it. 'We're going to run.' Corpse says in a low whisper. He takes my hand in his. I wait for him as he waits for the men to walk up. When they are closer he starts to run, pulling me behind him as he crosses the road, running in the direction of the car. 'Get in.' He says as he pulls out the keys. I wait for him to unlock the car as I watch the men run up. Corpse curses as the old key doesn't immediately open the door. My heart is racing as the men are now really close. The car beeps, making me open it immediately. Corpse gets in, but as I want to sit down, my arm gets grabbed and I get yanked out of the car. 'Amy!' Corpse yells. I'm on the ground, mouth covered as the other man breaks the window and grabs corpse by his throat. I try to scream out, but it gets muffled by the man's hand. My hands get tied as I get pulled with them. A van pulls up, stopping with screeching tires as I hear sirens far away. I struggle against the man's grip. If I had my hands I'd know enough tricks from the army. I don't see corpse anymore, making me terribly worried. The man that earlier grabbed him is walking up as I get thrown into the van. I land with a thud on the iron floor as the door slams closed. I can hear the cops.

In the pitch blackness of the car, I sit up as it drives. 'Mother fuckers!' I yell as I kick against the part that separates me from the front of the van. 'If you fucking hurt him I'll kill you!'

The van stops abruptly after what seemed like forever. The door opens and I get dragged out into some old looking place. We go down. They kick me down the stairs. With my hands behind my back there's no protection I can give myself. I hit the concrete floor with my shoulder. I groan at the aching pain. A door slams shut at the top of the stairs as I move to my knees before standing up. Pitch black. So dark that I can't even see myself. I struggle in the restrains, trying to get my hands free. 'Come on Amelia, think.' I say to myself. 'You're trained for things like this.' I tell myself. So what do you do first? I can hear my staff Sargent from basic training ask. Check the surrounding. 'Right.' I say as I walk backwards, tiny step after tiny step. Make no noise. I feel the wall on my fingertips. Concrete. Alright, now move right. I follow the wall until I hit something with my shoulder. I turn to feel what it is. Metal, round. I follow it. Some sort of container? Boiler? Some sort of heating system for the building I'm in? It's the basement after all. I move on to the wall. Nothing. Then the next, after a couple of steps I hit something with my foot. I hit it again, getting a dull thud back. I turn to feel, but nothing there, meaning it's small. So I kneel down. I feel something like plastic. I tap it with my nails. Yes, plastic. Again it's round, but a lot smaller then the metal thing on the other side. I'm mapping out all I found in my head, from the stairs I fell off of, to the metal thing, to this. Alright what could it be. Another container? But why doesn't it sound hollow. I tap it again, it's not hollow. Or it is, but it's filled. I feel around a little more, feeling a small opening at the top that's too small to put my hand into. maybe for the best. A handle next. A round plastic container, filled with something that fills the complete inside. Opening on top. Handle so it's easy to carry. Gas? Water? I turn around and lower my face to where I thing it is. It doesn't smell like gas. So water. I stand up, carefully step over it and move back to the wall. Besides that it's empty until I hit my head on the stairs. Wood that much was clear.

Now I stand in the darkness, map of the room I'm in inside my head. Obviously no open window because there's no draft. Just cold. Now my mind stops and goes to the situation. I'm kidnapped by three people. Two men that came up, one driving the van. Everyone fit in front so that means three. Where I am and who they are, is not something I know. Bad intentions, that's all I can guess. But what kind of intentions?

My mind goes back to the training I had a couple of years ago.

"So now what? Unknown place. Unknown people. No contact with the outside world. The only thing you have is yourself, and your knowledge."

Because he said they could take your strength too. But I know it's not just me that I have. I have my pocket knife too.
But no way to reach it.

"What will they do? Try to get something out of you for intel. They cold torture you. Nearly kill you to scare you. Sexually harass you. Just leave you to die. Kill you."

I start to panic. All those are bad. I can't do anything like this. What would have happened to corpse? The police would have found him right. And there must have been a witness if the cops were called. They'd help him if he got hurt. I could be anywhere by now. From where we live even another state. 'No...' I say softly as I drop to my knees.

"Don't let your guard down. Don't panic. Stay full focus. Listen, look, breath."

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes even though I can't see anything. I walk up to the stares, carefully making my way up. A small bit of light comes from under the door. I hear muffled voices, but there's nothing I can understand.

I sit in the dark and I listen. I try to control myself as I stay calm.

Panicking won't get me anywhere.