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The Mysterious Box

This was originally meant to be Lesson 3 and Lesson 5 in the club which Divergentluvr013 teaches, but I decided to post it here as a short story.....
Thanks to @roseheart34 for checking and editing the second half for mistakes.
I may update it as I write the story, I may not.

The Mysterious Box

"John, grab the box, we can't waste any more time!" Alexis shouted at John, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for her brother to get out of their small wooden hut that sat, alone, in the middle of the desert.
John suddenly came sprinting out, an ornate wooden chest in his hands. He gently strapped it into the back seat of the shiny, red Porsche then slid into the front seat next to his sister, and Alexis put her foot on the accelerator. They zoomed off into the distance, dust flying up from the wheels.

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Some time later.....

John wriggled and squirmed, desperately trying to escape the tightly wrapped ropes that dangled him over the edge of the balcony. Below him, sprawled across the blood-splattered Marble floor, was his sisters limp body. He didn't know if she was dead or alive, and he couldn't shout to her as his mouth was gagged.
Across the other side of the room were the three men who had captured them. John even had nicknames for them: Blondie, Fatso and Bony. Blondie was the one with the long blonde hair, Fatso was the fat one and Bony was the one who was really bony. Simple really.
At this moment, they were trying to open the ornate chest they had captured John and his sister for. They had attacked his sister because she was trying to protect it. Blondie held the box still while Bony smashed at it with a hammer and Fatso tried to pick the lock.
The rope around John loosened, and suddenly he realized: if he escaped the ropes, he would fall over 50 meters to the solid hard ground.