Kidnapped Lout

12/Déjà Vu

Where the hell did it all go wrong.

Maybe if Cale had been more aware of his surroundings. Maybe if he didn't visit his mother's grave all alone, or if he didn't go at night, wrapped in a black cloak. Maybe if he had mentioned his outing to Ron beforehand, maybe this wouldn't have happened.

Today was one of the worst days he'd ever experienced.

Everywhere he went there were people talking about how much of a disappointment he was. His father had given him his allowance through Ron instead of by himself, like Cale had requested. He assumed his father was still bent on ignoring him.

He had even acted drunk and got in a bar fight with a drunk man, easily causing enough damage for a high grade potion.

And now he was kidnapped to top it all off.

He had made a dumb decision to visit his mom for the first time in a while, wrapped in dark clothing, in the dead of night. He wasn't paying attention to anything else as he cried a few silent tears.

'Haaa, this is almost exactly like what happened last time I was kidnapped. It's not even funny. Why do these bastards have to always kidnap me while I'm crying?'

This time around he was pricked at the neck with a needle that was most likely laced with sleeping poison.

'These guys are the same morons as last time aren't they?'

Same time of day, similar method of abducting, same stealth techniques, and even the same act of kidnapping him while he was crying for his mother.

God damn. Today was the worst.

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Cale regained consciousness in a similar room and manner as the last kidnapping, only this time he felt a presence somewhere behind him. Good, maybe he'll finally gain a clue as to who these fuckers were.

This time the room had a much smaller window, and it was day. The room was also much taller and there were no visible objects around him that he could use to escape.

The person behind him was breathing low and steady breaths, so they were probably asleep. Cale still didn't take any chances as he quietly flexed the limbs and muscles that were out of sight of whoever was behind him.

This time around he was bound with thicker and tighter ropes, but still at his wrists and ankles. Surprisingly, he still had his shoes on, as well as the rest of his clothes minus the cloak.

As he slightly flexed his stiff neck, he felt something wet sticking to his hair to his skin. He figured it was probably blood.

'Ah, they threw me in again didn't they?'

His head was spinning just as much as last time, and he could tell there was some sort of poison in his gut. It probably wasn't lethal, since they couldn't kill him without getting a ransom first.

Well, whatever it was, he hoped it wouldn't hinder his escape too much.

After coming up with an adequate plan, Cale decided to start rolling it into motion.

He barely peeked over his shoulder. Yep, whoever was guarding him was knocked out cold. This made everything much easier, but also more anxiety inducing, since he had no idea when the bastard might wake up.

From the start this was an all or nothing sort of plan, so whatever was about to happen, Cale just had to think about it as the inevitable. Fate was a bitch anyway.

'Hurgh, ugh!'

As he got up as quietly as he could, Cale finally noticed that whatever was flowing through his blood, mixed with whatever happened to his head, was not a good combination. Too bad he didn't have time to think about that.