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Kidnapping

I had to write a 200 word story and to make it easier I jus2t imagined the characters as Scott and Mitch. I took it home and made it a bit longer :P. Enjoy :D

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His scream is all I hear, the sharp, shooting pain in my arm before everything becomes numb, the sensation of falling, my tunnel vision focused on the terror on my best friend's face, the pain etched on his sharp features. The vague awareness of both him and I being dragged outside our home. Everything is faded and dark until I find the strength to open my eyes slightly, ceiling of a vehicle spinning before my best friend is thrown into this vehicle directly beside me, his yelp of pain, his elbow digging into my stomach causing a sharp pain and the air to be pushed out of my lungs. The anger I feel towards the people who took advantage of his small frame. My eyes close and I struggle to open them, so I keep them closed. The silence emphasizes the heavy breathing and muffled sobs of Mitch as he holds my hand and cries into my chest as I lay motionless on the floor in this van. The sobbing stops after a while but the whimpers of fear become louder and I muster all the strength I have to once again open my eyes. He notices and he helps me sit up, my back resting against a surface; the back of a seat maybe. His hand is placed on my chest to stop me from slumping over. After a tense minute of ragged breathing and trying following his instructions to breathe slowly, I begin to regain feeling in my limbs and become hyper-aware of the situation. I blink multiple times in a row and eventually the final blurriness subsides and I can see him clearly once again. The sheer beauty of him despite his tear stained and terrified face catches me off guard. I feel the surge of anger towards the people who have taken us, and how dare they lay a hand on Mitch, one so beautiful, how dare they throw him into this van so casually when he deserves a throne and to be treated like royalty? I try to speak but my throat closes and my voice croaks. I cough and try again, his brown eyes wide and trained on mine.

"Couldn't they have waited until after dinner?"

He gasps and hits me on the shoulder "Damn it Scott! How could you be thinking about food right now? What is wrong with you??" He yells at me

I clear my throat again before smiling slightly "trying to lighten the mood."

He hangs his head, shaking it "not the time Scott, not right now please." I see a tear fall from his downcast expression and I immediately feel guilty. I pull him forward and wrap my arms around him with his head resting on my chest. I kiss his head and wipe the tears from his face softly with my hand. "I'm sorry Mitchy. I'll get us out of here, I promise."