*Kian*
I don't want to kidnap people, I really don't. Corey's always says to me 'I'm your older brother, you need to follow my lead'.
I feel like I don't get a choice in anything, I mean, I don't. Everything's a chore for me.
When I was younger, I wanted to be a pilot, I thought it was going to be fun. I got accepted into flight training and I was more prepared than ever. Then, my parents died shortly after and Corey was in charge.
He's always been mean. Bullying other kids at high school, and I was just there, following along. Every girl would stare at him and wink at him whilst I was labelled at 'Corey's scrawny brother'. Even though I knew that's all I was, it still hurt.
We've been doing this kidnapping thing for around six years now. Ive seen so many people die and get stabbed, I've lost all feeling and guilt. I don't know why he does it. I think it's because he's schizophrenic. He thinks everyone's doing wrong if that makes sense. When the people he kidnaps go against him, he sees it as more serious and kills them. He usually gets me to clean everything up. I don't enjoy that at all. I know doing this is wrong, but I'm afraid he'll hurt me.
Every so often, when he thinks the 'prisoners'
Are done with their time, he'll kill them, there and then. There been six people so far, one for each year. This new girl is our seventh.
I don't even know her name. It rotts my heart that the people he takes, are actual people. People who have a favourite color, people who were once little babies. This makes me sound like a wimp. For that I am.
I also have a tracker attached to my leg. It really hurts. I don't think you're supposed to put it on skin. He does it so we can't take it off I think.
The hut we live in it's compact and smells of alcohol all the time. Corey's always drunk.
I sat on the ripped sofa as Corey approached me, he was clearly drunk again
"Ayeee, Kian, my boy!"
I looked up at him.
"We need to celebrate!" He almost tripped over before catching himself, "it's our seventh year, my brother!"
"And?" I said faintly.
"Oi, Oi, Oi," he stopped himself for a second and muttered to himself, "is that french?"
"Anyways, my brother, it's our seventh year," he repeated.
I squinted my eyes and nodded.
"Seven is my favourite number! We must celebrate."
I don't recall seven being his favourite number but I just went along with it.
"What's the girls name?" I asked whilst he chugged some vodka.
"Don't know, don't care. As long as she's dead in a week,"
"A week? Isn't it usually a year?"
"Yeah but I don't like her. She's weird."
I sighed and nodded along with it.
"She delivered that uh. That uh, Tyler guy to his family," Corey said.
"She mailed his dead body to his family?" This gave me goosebumps.
"Are ya a parrot? That's exactly what I said, ya know"
"Those poor people" I whispered.
"Oi, shut up, man. Don't be a fucking loser, ya peice of shit."
Right.
It was awkward from then on. Corey occasionally gave me a strange look which I ignored.
"So, how do we kill her?" Corey said out of the blue. He enjoyed these conversations, I didn't want to see like a wimp again. I'm a man, I told myself. Man up.
"I don't know," I sighed.
"You must know," he replied. I don't know. I don't wanna think about it.
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Good Girl
Mistero / Thriller'We live on a safe street, I never imagined this,' 14-year old Ivy's parents have been arguing all night, she's had enough of this and decides to run away. She starts to hear voices as she follows them and gets kidnapped. She slowly goes insane as s...
