KCH (Kids Clubhouse) Story Submission

Chapter 1

"This is Smith! Can anyone hear me?!?"

That was probably the 375th time Hannah screamed into the phone. She was tired, dizzy and infuriated. Her mind was racing through all the possible ways she could exit. She looked around one more time, to grasp what was going on. 

In front of her was a door, that was locked, obviously. The room was dirty. Mice were scurrying on the ground. Behind her was a window.

Hannah somehow managed to break the lock some time back, and found a dead rat hanging there, along with a half-decomposed body. She also managed to pick up a lost phone nearby. Hannah's eyes were weary and tired. She hadn't slept in a long while.

That reminded her. How long was she going to be in there, hours, days? She didn't know. She knew it wasn't more a week. She hadn't eaten anything at all, her stomach was screaming for food. Her throat was dry and irritable. She had screamed into that useless phone too long. Plus, she barely had any water for a day.

Hannah had given up all hope of leaving, alive or dead. She would be found only days later, when the people around the building complain of a horrendous stench. They would then find her body, half decomposed along with some mice and that other half decomposed dead body.

If Hannah was ever found, she would be taken to a cemetery, with Christian Gonzales, Katherine Miller, and Lily Harris, her friends. If she was lucky, she might end up in a hospital.

It was then, that Hannah heard some men talking outside. She really hoped that they heard her screaming into the phone. She also hoped that she wasn't imagining the voices outside. She almost half hoped to find Christian with Lily, coming to save her.

Too bad they were just goons.

Two big men came in. They pulled Hannah's face up towards them and opened her eyes. They looked at each other, nodded and dragged Hannah out of the room. She couldn't pick up their faces. It was too blurred. She realized then that her eyes were teary with all the dust. Hannah tried to shake the men off, but failed.

She heard the two men talking. It was very hushed talking, as if they were expecting someone would hear them. Even if she heard what they were saying, she wouldn't be able to remember anything of it. She was thankful to at least remember her name.

Then another man entered. Hannah couldn't see his body physique, mainly because the tears greatly blurred her vision. His voice was gruff and rigid. Hannah could barely hear him, but she managed to pick up some parts.

"Who did you..."

Then she could no longer lift her head to fulfill the desire of her eager ears to hear someone's voice, even if it was the idiot who brought her to this state.

Hannah heard footsteps growing softer, and assumed that the two men who dragged her here on the floor left. Then the new guy lifted Hannah up and threw her onto a chair.

"Dr. Smith, if I'm correct?"

Hannah wasted her voice on the phone, and could only manage a faint nod.

The man said nothing, thankfully. She watched silently as the man walked away, as if she were making some important notes of her. 

Hannah wanted help now more than ever. She would even put up with Henry Irving, the annoying officer from the police department. She didn't want to be in there, she could possibly be tested for something.

Hannah tried his best to stay awake. Meanwhile, his mind drifted off towards Christian, Lily, and Katherine.

Hannah was awoken.

The man pulled Hannah up and dragged her away. Hannah was just too tired to stay awake, and passed out. When she woke up, she found herself in a room with an air freshener.

 Hannah's body was overwhelmed with a sense of freedom when she inhaled the sacred fragranced air. Her back felt weird, as if it were to snap. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but it was manageable.

Hannah fell onto what felt like a rocking chair. She swayed back and forth, until she was about to fall off the chair. Once the swaying stopped, Hannah didn't feel too good, she felt like puking.

The man came to Hannah again. He said something to her, which she ignored. He didn't give a piece of information about any reason for her kidnapping. Rather, she was more concerned on the man himself. Hannah now hoped that she might get a vivid picture of her captor, now that her eyes cleared up. She hoped that Christian might catch the man, if she escaped at all.

Hannah looked up..... only to be momentarily blinded by the light. Her eyes burned. After a few moments, Hannah slowly looked up.

Hannah thought that the man was probably an old white man. He had pointy fingers with untrimmed grimy nails. His skin was pale and wrinkled. His trousers were brown. They were old and worn. His shoes didn't give off much, other than they were out of fashion. The man donned an old brown jacket over a checked blue white shirt.
Hannah couldn't think anymore. Her head decided to betray her. She felt dizzy.

Hannah decided that now, was the best time to take a nap. After an hour's sleep, she woke up from her slumber.

The man was at a small table, writing down something. Hannah took another look at the man. He had white hair, all combed neatly. The man was a left-hander. His hands shook as he wrote. 

Hannah wasn't thirsty anymore, and suspected that the man had a role in her kidnapping. Maybe this man didn't want her dead, which made things both hopeful and scary for Hannah.

After a few moments, the man got up and proceeded to pick up his phone. He sent a quick message and came towards Hannah, for what she guessed was an inspection. She looked at Hannah and smirked a little.

"You really have no idea what's going on here do you?" he said.

Hannah could barely lift her head up. Her neck had that stupid strain again.

"Well, if you could kindly lift your head, I will show you."

The man made a quick glance at the window, as if he saw someone move. After a moment, he abruptly pulled Hannah's head up.

Her neck, if not broken already, was killing her.