The bat slams into my back, and I scream. The kids all gasp; the littlest ones cry out and grab the older ones' hands.
I groan and fall to my knees on the wet pavement.
"Did I say you could sit down?" The Taker leader hisses in my ear.
"DID I?!" He roars. I shake my head weakly. He yanks me to my feet, and I yell in pain.
He hits me again and again, harder and harder. I feel my rib crack, my body breaking.
The rain soaks me, and blood streams down my body, staining the pavement a rusty red.
Suddenly, he rams the bat into my throat. My half-open eyes fly open and I scream.
I can't breathe.
I gasp for air.
He hits me twice more in the same spot, then throws me to the ground. "This is what happens to anyone who tries to escape!" He declares. He kicks me, and he and the guards leave.
I continue to gasp, clutching at my throat. My body convulses, aching for air.
My vision is hazy, and my heartbeat slows.
The last thing I hear is my youngest brother yelling, "Jordan!"
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Broken Hero
ActionIt's 2017. All over the US, groups called Takers are popping up. They kidnap whole families, and put a very methodical plan to action. No one escapes the Takers' grasp. The police and Army's numbers are nothing compared to those of the Takers. On...
