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The Sightings of the Black Van

"So you came back did ya?" I heard the familiar voice of my best friend Violet as she walked up behind me while I was on my way to class.
"Well this morning I was debating on wether I should come back to college, I mean it's our first year we aren't too deep into it yet. Anyway, I decided that if I wanted a good career and a home, completing college would be in order." I explained to her while smiling to myself.
"Oh yeah, I suppose that makes sense" she replied. And we continued to our

My name is Sia Quinn, I'm eighteen years of age and I'd describe my life as an average one. I've been told I'm loyal, (I personally have no idea why) adventurous, and rather pugnacious (now that is something I agree with). I've also been told I'm very "disrespectful when it comes to the matters of others", which translates to: I'm a terrible eavesdropper. And if your thinking 'everyone listens in on a conversation they aren't a part of at some point' that is undeniably true. I just happen to do it constantly, and it appears I seem to listen abnormally well compared to the average person; Unless it's the lectures of a professor that is. I also have a rather impressive memory if I do say so myself. I inhabit a small apartment in a College town called Boulder, Colorado. It's a very beautiful place with friendly people and fantastic food (the main thing I need to be satisfied).

Later that day after Violet and I had managed our way through survive hell for the day we were walking in the down town area towards a sushi restaurant. As I was talking with Violet about very mature topics (Why we would make the next season of American Horror Story even better if we were in it) I glanced at the road and saw something's that I found rather odd, I had seen and remembered a good deal of vehicles belonging to a good deal of people, but the black van I was looking at now was very unfamiliar, and the license plate didn't look the the average CO plate. Then I heard Violet call me over as she was heading into the sushi restaurant and I decided to think nothing more of the van and went along with her.

Oddly enough though the next morning I peered out my window and saw the same van, this did bother me greatly since it was parked across the street from my apartment complex. Eventually not sure what would be the smartest plan of action I threw on some jeans and a sweater then with a determined looking stride I walked out of my apartment building and walked across the street. As soon as I did so, however, the van started driving away while I was walking towards it, and unfortunately the windows were to dark to see in. Now I was frustrated that the van was now even avoiding me. This was extremely odd.

Yet again I saw the black van, it was a few days later but I saw it. While I was waking across one of the park-like lawns of the school I looked over and saw the van in the school parking lot, they were getting more daring it seemed. Suddenly I felt a hand on my back and I jumped a few stories up, or so that's what it felt like. But when I turned around it was only my friend Sammy (who was now laughing his ass off).
"Why the bloody 'ell did you get so spooked?" He asked between laughs.
"Why the bloody 'ell are you under the impression your a Brit all the sudden?" I retorted trying to hide a smile.
"Well then" he started then grinned and put on a British accent "Ol' chap I think you must be hopped up on her majesty's finest tea, right mate?" I laughed a bit and just nodded deciding I wasn't feeling like explaining why I was so wiry and I forgot the van for the rest of that time.

The next day I again saw something that bothered me but it wasn't the van. I saw through a window in a shopping area I was currently at a pair of binoculars looking towards me. This time I had an absolutely genius plan. I went into a store that I knew had what I needed: A marker and paper. Once I had gone into the store and bought both I came out and started putting my artist skills to work (Yeah no I'm not artistic at all). Then I held up my masterpiece for the 'stalker' to see. Since I was a very mature, sensible woman (it was a sketch of "the middle solute") and walked off proudly, I was tired of being watched or at least feeling I was.

After this two weeks had gone by without any out of the ordinary. And fortunately it was a Friday night, proving I had survived the deep, fiery abyss that was also known as Monday-Friday. I also happen to be a party animal (betcha wouldn't have guessed that, would you?) so I was currently was having a wild night on the couch of my apartment watching Captain America the Winter Solider and eating a pizza I had ordered for myself. It was at the scene in which both Steve and the audience learned that Bucky was still alive that I heard a set of knocks at my door.
"What the frickedy frack do they want it's the best part of the movie" I mumbled as I got up from my comfortable seating to answer the inconvenient persons at my door (I usually would have used a less polite word but I was in the process of cutting down on my use of language). Once I had made the long, tiring trek of 15 feet to my door I regretted it. If I had any sense at all I would have checked to see whom was knocking especially from the previous stalker incidents. But no, I am an idiot so I opened the door wide just to be met by three men in dark ski masks (the sorts you'd see the stereotypical robber wearing). One of the men put a sack-like object over my head and I was tossed over his shoulder as though I were a sack of potatoes (and no not the kind of potato roaming free and flying around a room). For the was I had seen things before my sight had been covered by the rough bag over my head I was facing the door and I knew what direction was in, but the men did not run out in the direction I had expected. Instead I felt the quickly run through the window and suddenly I heard a loud crashing sound and felt my legs get cut. They had jumped out the window.