My Hero Day and Knight

Captive and shackled

Without waking Mick up, I slowly and silently got up and headed towards the door. I grip the handle to pull it open when I hear, "Where do you think you're going?"

I turned and responded.

"Coroners Office to pick up a few files to work on while I'm here. Maybe you could help me with them."

"You're not going alone."

"I'll be fine. Besides, I have my gun."

I felt my holster empty and started to panic because I couldn't find it. Mick chuckled and held up my gun.

"Lost something did we?"

"I must have fallen asleep with it in my holster."

"I took it out the first time you collapsed and placed it on the end table."

I walked over and he handed it to me. Before I could walk away, he had a hold of my arm while I was putting my gun in my holster. He looked at me dead in the eye with straight firm voice.

"Please, be careful Emily."

Mick said, placing both hands on my shoulders.

"I will. I'll call you 'if' things don't turn out right or 'if' something happens. Alright?"

"I'm trying to fight the feeling and the urge to come with you. You never know when you'll collapse again."

"I'll watch my step and my driving."

"Just please, be careful."

"I will. I promise."

Mick got up from the couch and walked my way with a smile. His arms embraced me, protecting me like a fortress. I wrapped my arms around him, took a deep breath, exhaled and he looked down at me. He kissed my forehead and I shut my eyes and smiled. I did find my guardian angel. I had to pull away. I didn't want to, but I did. My keys were jingling in my pocket as I walked swiftly out of Mick's apartment and towards the elevator. I got in, pressed the button and it descended downwards to the lobby. It dinged and the door opened. The bell hopper was arguing with some random guys. They got pretty violent towards him. They were tall, ranging from my height to 6 foot. They all had on dark clothes, leather jackets and sunglasses. There were 6 of them. I needed to help this guy out.

"HEY!"

I yelled, getting their attention and approaching from the elevator with my gun drawn.

"I'm giving you 2 minutes to get the hell out of here and I dare to catch you back here again!"

I pointed my gun at the tallest guy. He turned to his buddies, laughed and turned back at me.

"What are you going to do, little gal?!"

They spoke with a Texan accent.

"I'm going to shoot you that's what. Leave this man alone and leave, before this gets worse. Yeah, I'm a cop see?"

I pulled my shirt up and exposed my badge, pointing at it with my right hand.

"Now, leave!"

He walks towards me and a small knife emerges from his left hand.

"Now, what did you say?"

"Back away now, or I'll shoot you! Last warning!"

I shot at one of the cushioned couches on the far left side behind the guys. They turned and looked them glanced back at me.

"The next one goes between your eyes. Last time, get out. You come back here, I won't hesitate to shoot you on site."

They guy turned and motioned to his buddies and I watched them leave out the double revolving doors.

"What did they want?"

I asked the bell hopper.

"They wanted some woman. They didn't give me a name, but asked me if she lived here."

"Are you alright? Did they take anything?"

"Yes, I'm fine. No. They didn't bother anything."

I nodded and slid my gun back into my holster. I started my way towards the door.

The air was crisp and chilled. Not many  people were walking the streets, or driving down the streets. It was quiet and odd. The noise from downtown was muffled by the fog. I saw my car sitting across the street looking vacant. I headed down the sidewalk and got a feeling like I was being watched. I didn't want to make it obvious, so I kept on walking. I looked both ways before crossing and headed across the road to my car. It seemed like I walked a mile and a half to get across the road. I pulled out my keys and unlocked my car. I felt an iron death grip on my shoulders and before I could reach for my gun or do anything, I felt an immense pain slam into the left side of my face, knocking me against the car and my head hitting and shattering the back window. Everything was muffled and blurred and spinning. My ears was ringing, but I felt hands on around my biceps and ankles that felt like snake bites. I couldn't fight back. Then I felt a violent thrust and my body hitting metal. I was being abducted. I was in a trunk of a car. I felt bindings tightening around my wrists and ankles and the stickiness of duct tape on my mouth. I was stunned and weakened from the punch. My jaw felt like it was broken. I tasted the bitter blood in my mouth, running down my throat. My nose was busted as well. The blood got thicker. My body felt like it weighed a ton and my eyes grew heavy. The trunk was slammed shut. It was dark. I was hoping that the trunk would open and I would see Mick, but nothing happened. I felt motion. The car was moving and at a high speed. I looked around the trunk of the car and noticed dried blood on the left side panel.

I was bounced, slung and shifted in the trunk. My sides were hurting and my entire body ached. The car finally stopped. My kidnappers were mumbling about something. I decided it was best for me to act like I was unconscious. I closed my eyes and I felt a warm breeze from the opened trunk. I could see the dim light with my eyes closed. Then the iron grips came back. My body went limp as some how I fell asleep, or passed out, but I could hear muffled and distinct talking and all the noises around me. There were no sound of cars. There was the sound of water rushing through pipes and the smell of hot metal. There were loud bangs of hammers or crowbars striking metal. There were smells of must and mildew. I felt the kidnappers carry me down steps. I felt the hot steam seeping out of cracks from water lines. There were sounds that sounded like electricity striking surfaces and metal, coiled poles. I had no idea where I was, or what they were going to do to me. They spoke in Spanish, confusing me. I heard guys yell from other rooms and their echoes bounced off concrete walls. There were sounds of something that sounded like metal barrels being drug across concrete and being cut open by a blow torch. It had to be in an industrial district. There were different gases that burned my nose. The men stopped and it felt like I was being lowered into a container. Then I felt an ice cold compression and the sound of log chains rattling then the click of what sounded like shackles. I felt the coolness of the concrete floor and a heavy scent of copper like someone had opened up a jar of pennies and stuck them or scatter them around me. It started to turn my stomach.

Wooden and metal chairs drug across the room. I heard logging boots make contact with each step onto concrete and metal stairs. Pipes clung together. Chains rattled. Guns cocked and magazines slid into place. Bullets and tools hit the concrete floor. Boards were being nailed together. Somewhere, in California, probably hundreds of miles away from Mick was a prisoner to these men. I was a captive. No where to run and with  no chance of escaping.