why me? an Asa Butterfield Fanfiction

Chapter 12

***Faye POV***

I was walking beside Vera talking about any plans for winter break when I heard a click. The hairs on the back of my neck rise.

"Did you hear that?" I touch her arm. She glances over at me with a worried expression.

"No, what was it?" 

"A click. Like the ones you hear for guns." I whisper. Suddenly I see a dark figure run out of the trees and he is yelling at us to drop our stuff. I am so shocked that Vera has the slam my bag out of my hand and we both sink to the cold road. I quickly grab my phone and conceal it in my shirt. I see Vera do the same. 

"Now get up and walk over to that car." He points with his gun to a large black van. We both slowly nod and he's walking us over there when I hear a man yelling at him to stop. But I yell too late because he's already been shot. I'm crying by the time he ties me up and he blinds Vera first with a rag over her eyes. I can't see soon after, but she and I are struggling to get to each other. To hold on to each other. She's hysterical and yelling as loud as she can. I try to save my voice. Soon I feel the van screech to halt and Vera and I are trembling. I see little stars dance across my eyes but I refuse to faint. I can feel Vera shutting herself down to anything. I hear the back doors open and we are hurried towards a building. I can smell how old it is and I can practically feel that it's night. We are shoved into a room and the rag taken off our eyes. I crawl over to Vera, she's barely conscious.
"Vera, we need to stay awake. We need to call someone for help." I shake her with my legs but it's no use. I then feel the vibrations of my phone. Luckily I have a galaxy s4 so I say,
"Answer." I can just barely hear someone through my shirt. I think it's a woman.

"Oh my god. Hello, whoever this is!! WE HAVE BEEN TAKEN. SOMEONE KIDNAPPED US AND VERA IS UNCONSCIOUS. HELP US PLEASE. THEY ARE PROBABLY COMING FOR US RIGHT NOW. WE WERE AT COLLEGE AND THEN THEY STUFFED US IN A VAN. WE ARE TIED UP. HELP!!" I hear a muffled screaming from the phone. Then the tapping of shoes.

"HE'S COMING BACK. DON'T SAY ANYTHING." I start crying. Wails and just hysterical crying because I don't know if they even believe me. I try to loosen the rope but I can't and my eyes are rimmed with tears so I can barely see. Soon the room is flooded with light and a man in a suit is standing in the doorway. Two more men walk out from behind him and I try to memorize every feature of them.

Tall. Buff. Dark. Terrible People. Beard. Mustache. Blonde.

And the list goes on. I yelp as one retrieves a needle from behind them and the other holds my arm out. Then everything fades into a black so dark I can't even name it.