Kidnapped | Grapeapplesauce, TofuuGaming, and Pokediger1 Fanfiction

Chapter Eight

*Aria*

"There!" A man said suddenly after busting down the door.

"Who are you?" Sean asked pushing me behind him.

"United States Government Police Department." He said showing Sean his badge.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

"For her," he said pointing at me and I tensed up.

"Why? She's under our custody." Sean said angrily.

"Sir, we inprison the country's most wanted criminals, and Aria is one of them." He said before Brayden walked in.

"Sean, we have to. By order of the president," he said and my stomach did a million loops.

The guy gently pushed Sean away and put his arm on my shoulder. He swiftly turned me around.

He handcuffed me and turned me around again. I didn't fight. My kryptonite made me weak.

I looked at him. My kryptonite.

Scared.

Both of us.

Loosing each other once again.

"Let's go!" He said snapping me out of my thoughts and pushing me forward.

I jerked forward almost loosing my balance before he grabbed the back of my shirt and jerked me back up.

I glared at him before I started walking. I turned my head to look back.

Sean looked mad, scared, and sad at the same time. Brayden placed his hand on Sean's shoulder.

"I love you." He mouthed and before I could answer back the police officer jerked me forward again making me loose my balance.

Once again, before I face planted he jerked me back up. I muttered a few words under my mouth.

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"Can you take these off of me now?" I asked sassily.

"No," the guard said as I leaned against the prison wall.

"Why not? I'm already in jail," I said and he kept quiet.

I smirked at him even though he couldn't see me. I moved to the small opening in the door.

"Just what I thought, you don't have a reason," I smiled.

"Ugh, give me your hands," he sighed turning to the door as I shoved my hands through the small opening.

He unlocked the cuffs. He grabbed them before they fell to the floor. I removed my hands from the small opening.

I rubbed my wrists and smiled at the man. I glanced down and then frowned. The 'M' was bright red from the irritation of the cuffs.

"Thanks," I told the guard before I laid down on the small prison bed.

Not the most comfortable thing, but pretty good for jail. I have been in plenty of jails before and this was not the worst.

I had no idea where I was, I could be in a whole other state. I could be underground, I could be way up in a tall tower.

"Hey dude," I said sitting up in the bed.

"What," the guard Spatz

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Jail," he simply stated.

"No dip Sherlock. I mean like location wise?" I asked again.