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40 - Kidnapped

Killer. 

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This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all! This wasn't supposed to happen! But it did, unfortunately. Today, Dad had gone out to get some supplies (bandaids) with Error, and he had left the rest of us at home..in the upper house. We didn't think anything bad was going to happen! Bad didn't even start to describe how this day was going. We had been playing a board game together when the door was kicked open, and we hadn't had enough time to react! We were grabbed and knocked out before we could even evaluate the threat! We had woken up about ten minutes ago in what we could only assume was a prison cell, with stone walls and a barred door..Dad wasn't going to be very happy. We had tried using magic, but it seemed that the only type of magic we could access was our auras, and Cross hadn't even developed his yet! This, obviously, led to a lot of emotion, and, for once, I didn't bother to nullify Dust's fears..they were entirely warranted, and the rest of us were afraid, as well, although not all of us showed it as much as he did. At the moment, we were huddled in a corner of the room, hugging eachother tightly; Dust and Cross were crying, leaving Horror and I to be the big brothers we were.

"Shh, it's okay." I comforted my two little brothers as they sat on Horror's lap; Horror had had a growth spurt recently, and he was really tall - taller than me! "Everything's going to be okay."

"Th-they're gonna kill u-us!" Dust sobbed, burying his skull in Horror's shirt.

"They're not gonna kill us, Dust." Horror assured, rubbing Dust's skull softly.

"Wh-what if they are?!" Cross wanted to go home. "W-we'll n-never see Dad an-and Erry again!"

"We're going to see them again, Cross!" I copied Horror's actions with the youngest present. "Dad gets captured a lot, and he always comes back!"

"Wh-what if we did something wr-wrong?"

"We didn't; we would know if we did. We just have to stay strong, okay?"

"O-okay.." Cross nodded slightly, trying to curtail his crying.

"What if th-they hurt us?" Dust had a valid fear..Dad had often come back from being captured with serious injuries, and when Dust had been captured alone in the past, he had also sustained a number of them..our enemies didn't care that we were minors - they would hurt us either way.

"Then we'll have to remember that we'll go home soon." Horror stated. "Error's probably waiting with a bunch of bandaids to make us all better."

Dust couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the thought; Error would ensure that any injuries we had were covered by bandaids soon enough, and the kind Dad got for us had healing magic to help the healing process along. Suffice to say, we would be healed of any injuries we received here within a few weeks at most, assuming the worst we got were small fractures..I hoped no bones would be broken. Dust and Cross eventually calmed down enough to stop crying, although it was obvious that they were still terrified; there was nothing to be done about that. Soon after the crying ceased, the door was opened by a familiar adversary with a large paintbrush strapped to his back; Dust and Cross held on to Horror tighter, and I didn't believe that they would let go without a fight.

"Come along, brats." Ink wasn't very kind, but we didn't want him to use that brush on us..we stood quickly.

"Where are we?" I had to ask.