My Psycho Kidnapper

Chapter 3

The guard who took my wire glared at me and the other guy who came running towards me had an angry expression on his face.

"Where did you get this wire!?" He screamed in my face,

"Umm I made it. How else would I get it," I said back.

"How did you make it?"

"Why would I tell you that?" I said, he then did something I didn't expect, he pulled a gun on me.

"You better tell me right now or I will pull this trigger!" I put my hands up in surrender. Then the other guard came to him and tired to lower the gun.

"Hey there trigger happy, don't do that. You know the boss would kill you if you do that," he said.

"I don't care. However she made that stick she could make it again and try escaping."

"She must have had some material at her use, and the only material in the room is the bed. So let's just take away her bed," the guard said.

The guy who pulled the gun on me thought about it and soon the gun was being pulled down. I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding, I almost got shot for crying out loud!

"Fine take her bed out!" He ordered. While they were opening the cell door, trigger happy man pulled his gun on me again.

"Just a precaution if you try escaping again," he told me smiling. I just smiled back and backed up to the wall, making it seem like I surrendered; boy were they wrong.

They had no idea that behind my back were the blades I made out of wire too. Something my dad taught me; always have a backup plan.

Two guys came into my cell, while the guy with the gun stood outside of it; I needed to take him down first. While the guys were occupied with the bed, I threw my first blade at the guy with the gun. It got I'm in the chest and he fell back, dropping the gun.

The two guys turned to face me ready to take me down, but I had other things in mind. I kicked the first in the face sending him into the wall. The second guy went for the gun, but I threw another blade to his back, making him go down.

I picked up the gun and turned to the first guy. He got up from the ground and shook his head, as he turned to me with fear in his eye as I shot him back down to the ground. Told you they wouldn't win.

I put the gun in the back of my pants and covered it with my shirt. Other guards would have heard all that just happened so I had to hurry out of here.

I started running down the hallways, but stopped short as I came into contact with more guys. I pulled out my gun getting ready to shoot them, but I wasn't quick enough as I felt a bullet go into my shoulder; man did that hurt.

I couldn't keep running as the pain was excruciating. Unfortunately my backup plan didn't work as I was tied with ropes around my back.

I felt too weak to fight back, so I just let them take me back to my cell, which now has no bed in it so I have to lie on the floor. I got shoved to the ground of the cell and hit my head, blacking out.