Actions and Consequences

taken

Clay was sat on the roof, legs hanging over the edge while he was sharpening his knife against the edge of the building when he heard a noise from below. It came from a person. 

He looked down and saw a boy skating. This boy was younger than him but no too young (a/n George is 17 in this story and Dream is 19) He didn't seemed bothered by the creepy location at all so Dream assumed he would be a good target. 

He slowly crept up on him but he did ended up being spotted. That would be a minor inconvenience but Clay was too well trained to just give up after being seen once. 

But short story shorter, he now had the smaller man pressed up against his chest and a knife around his neck. He didn't seem too freaked about so that's actually surprising. 

But the boy did speak, in a dark tone. "Let me go you fucking psychopath." 

Clay responded back with a harsh tone since he didn't want to put up with an attitude today: "Yeah no thanks, I'd rather have you shut your damn mouth before I do it myself." Clay pressed the knife deeper into his neck. 

George wasn't fazed since he's seen enough of this in movies and shows, a pretty a-typical kidnapping to say the least. The only reason he would want to be home right now was for food. 

Being taken didn't even bother George, it's not like he would have people looking for him. His parents would assume he was in his room, he doesn't have friends and his school would just think he's been ditching classes day after day. 

George was just getting annoyed with the lack of conflict and tried to get out of the mans grasp. Immediately he was pulled back and the knife was millimeters away from breaking the first layer of skin. 

"Alright, alright! You got me. I'd honestly rather just get into a car or whatever than staying here, or getting knocked out. So where do I go." 

Clay was a little suspicious of the man since nobody normal came willingly with him, or any kindnapper for that matter. But he obviously still look up on the offer. 

They got into a nice, white Tesla with tinted windows, not allowing you to see inside. 

After about driving for 5 minutes in complete silence George spoke up. "Can I out on the radio or something, this is boring." 

"Yeah sure."

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