Kidnapped by our Parents

Prologue

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This is my old version- you may read it if you like but i am rewriting everthing again. This is not going to be the final version.

Ben and Samantha Stiller were fast asleep when two men crept into their bedroom. One of the men was tall with a dark complexion. He had a large nose and heavy eyebrows highlighting his chocolaty brown eyes. The other man was shorter with dark hair and a small, tight mouth. He had a solid build with thick stubby legs. They were both wearing a black t-shirt and jeans that pronounced their muscular bodies. It looked as if they had been working out recently.

The two men stood at the doorway observing the dark room. Light was creeping in through a window on the far side of the room, just enough to illuminate the bedroom. The room was not large, but not small. There was a large bed under the window. The men could see the figures of the couple, contently sleeping. The was a walk-in wardrobe in the left wall. A beautifully carved dresser stood on the opposite side. The room was simple but it had the essentials and would have been a comfortable room to live in.

The tall man stepped out of the doorway, crept over to the bed and looked down on the sleeping couple. The man with the small mouth followed close behind.

"Their children are a threat?" Small mouth chuckled, "They don't look like much."

"No doofus, they don't look like much because their just regular humans. Not an ounce of animagic in them. But their kids on the other hand..." the tall man trailed off.

"Powerful? A threat?" Small mouth suggested. The tall man nodded. Ben stirred and the men froze, but he didn't wake.

"I don't know-" the tall man started.

"Mike, shh! If you wake them, your dead meat!" growled small mouth.

"They're completly asleep, look at them. Anyway, as I was saying," Mike said with a glare, " I don't know why we dont just dispose of the children right here and now. Save alot of effort on our part."

"Boss doesn't care how much effort it saves, he always has reasons for doing what he does. Otherwise he wouldnt get us to do it! He wants us to change places with these two, then we do it. No questions asked, if you know whats good for you." Small mouth said.

"Hm, just suggesting something. Of course what ever I want never happens." Mike said with a sigh.

"Well then Mike, you had better get used to it, hadn't you?" A new voice said in the room.

Ben had woken up to find the two men standing at the end of his king-sized bed. He had pretended to keep sleeping, his mind desperately trying to find a strategy. Why were they here? He had a niggling suspicion it had to do with his grandparents. They were life shifters and had probably passed their animagic onto his children. Why hadn't he inherited any animagic? Life just wasn't fair sometimes. He decided that offence was the best option. He couldn't think of any way he could to trick the men to letting Samantha and him go. He threw the covers off his bed and leapt out. He noticed Samantha open her eyes. She looked startled as she saw the men there. Ben couldn't blame her. He too had felt that way one minute ago.

Ben charged small mouth and tried to land a blow on his nose. His fist made contact and small mouth's hands flew to his nose. Ben saw blood before small mouth covered it.

"Darren, look out!" Mike warned. He was holding a small tranquilizer gun that must have come from his jeans pocket. He pointed it at Ben, pulled the trigger and a dart appeared in the man's arm. He fell to the ground with a loud thump. Darren, still sporting a bloody nose, set to tying the unconscious man up. Mike turned to Samantha who, paralysed with fear, was still lying in bed.
 "Sorry love," Mike said. He aimed, and then pulled the trigger. Her eyes closed almost instantly as the fast acting dart took hold.

Mike glanced back at Darren. He had finished tying Ben up and was dragging the man closer to the bedroom door but trying to be silent at the same time.

Mike turned back to the bed and looked at Samantha. She was definitely out cold. He went to a shoulder bag he had left in the corner closest to the door and pulled out a rope. The rope was meant for tying people up so it was thick and strong but not too rough to hurt its victims. He walked back over to the unconscious Samantha and started to tie and gag her.

Sadie Stiller woke with a start. The room was pitch black and it took her eyes a minute to adjust to the darkness. She glanced at her alarm clock, it read 1:24. She looked around her small room, her eyes moving over the dark shapes. Her eyes reached her door and she stared at it, her ears intently listening for another sound. She was sure she had been woken by a loud thump coming from downstairs. It couldn't be a dream she thought to herself. Dreams usually weren't that real, were they? Sadie kept listening but heard no further sounds. As she started to drift back to sleep, it occurred to her it must have been her little black and tan dachshund, Hazel jumping off something. Yes, that must have been it. And with thoughts of Hazel circling around her mind, she fell back asleep.