Taking 5

Chapter 1; 5 Girls

Chapter 1; 

     "Bridge, toss me that roll of duct tape." A silver flash flew across the air.

     "Lotta, hand me the blindfold." A rustle of fabric was heard.

Not even a strain of light from the moon entered the condo.

    "Cass, come here and hold 'im down!"

A lean girl, about 15 years of age with innocent little braids, shuffled across the dark room, careful not to bump anything. She made her way to 2 other tall girls and chair. A dark silhouette of a person sat struggling on the chair. The eldest girl, Bridget, waited patiently, not even using any strength to pin the wriggling person down. This was too easy.

     "Dulce, how are things out there?" Lotta whispered loudly. "Is there anything or anyone out there?"

Dulce, the youngest at thirteen, peeked in. "No, there's no one, but I do smell something cooking?" She grinned, and then jerked her head to a darker room in the building. A light sound of something sizzling caught everyone's attention.

     "What the hell, Zoe? Now's not the time to eat! We've got a douche-wannabe in our hands!" Even though Briget knew Zoe couldn't hear her, she continued ranting. "Put the bacon away!"

Zoe heard muffles, she knew right away that it was Bridget. It was always her that had to suck the fun out of everything. Zoe, don't do this! Zoe don't do that! It was all that Bridget ever said to her. Maybe I'm hungry, Bridget, Zoe, the fifteen year old, thought to herself.

     "ZOEEE." Bridget stretched out the "e" at the end. Everyone stayed silent, even the man they held. The girls knew what would happen if Zoe didn't listen. She'd be introuble again, and then would have to go to the hospital to "improve" her hearing.

Zoe sighed and pressed the button to turn off the stove. She left the hot bacon on the pan and walked over to her sister.

     "Welcome back to Earth, kid." Bridget muttered. Bridget cared for her sister, but sometimes, she wonders what's going on in her little mind.

     "Shut up, Bridget." Zoe said, glaring at her sister in the dark. She could see Bridget with her hands on her hips and Lotta and Cassie by her side. Zoe's great sight made up for her lack of hearing. "I was hungry."

     "Okay you two, why don't we get back to the man we captured?" Lotta patted the man on the chair with a pillow case over his head. He twitched violently after Lotta touched him. "Woaaah, calm yourself why don't ya!" She untied the tie that was keeping the pillowcase on his face. The case slowly came off, revealing a man with a chisled face, pink lips, slicked back black hair, and dark eyes.

     "You vitches! Let me go!" His deep voice echoed in the condo and caused each and every girl to freeze. You could hear a Russian accent in his voice. "If yew don't my boys vill come and get yew!" He shook himself and caused the chair he was held down on to grumble. Luckily, it didn't collapse under his weight.