Who did this to me? I silently wondered. I was pretty sure that this was considered abuse, so it couldn't have been the police. But if it wasn't them... then who? Stop it. I ordered myself. You have more important things to worry about. Like escaping. The best way to do that, was to attract some attention. I took the deepest breath I could with the gag on, (Not the easiest thing to do.) and screamed.
"Help me! Is anyone there? Help me! Help me-"
"Shut up you miserable brat!" A gruff voice yelled. "I'd like to torture you before I kill you, but I'm flexible!"
All right then. Definitely not the police. I needed to get out of there.
Fast.
Before I was killed....
Or worse.
I examined my surroundings, searching for anything that could cut the rope around my wrists. Unfortunately, it was to dark to tell anything besides the fact that I was in a small, smelly, windowless room. From the constant bumps, most likely the trunk of a vehicle.
I mentally groaned. I would have to untie the rope myself. By the time I did that, it might be to late.
Well it's not like I have any other option, I silently chided myself. I started working.
After a good half hour of grueling work, I managed to untie my wrists. "Owww.... " I had serious rope burn. I rubbed my wrists a bit, flinching at the pain, and untied my ankles and the gag around my mouth. I stood up as quietly as I could.
After falling a few times I managed to get a good grip on the ground. I tiptoed over to the back panel of the vehicle and fumbled with it until my hands run across an emergency unlock switch. I grabbed it and pulled it up, and with a grunt of effort yanked the door of the trunk open. I was pretty proud of myself... Until I lost my footing and hurtled out the trunk door at about 75 miles an hour.
I landed head first on the road. I heard the screeching of car brakes, assorted horns and many swear words. The vehicles just barely missed me. I quickly stood up and ran off the road, dodging into unfamiliar alleys and sidewalks until I was sure that my captor was not following me.
I turned my head to look behind me as I turned around a corner, and slammed into someone.
"Watch where your going!" Someone yelled at me.
"I'm so sorry!" I apologized. I turned to the person I slammed into.
She was a young girl, about my age. It wasn't her age that made me stare though. It was the fact that looking at her was like looking into a mirror. Besides her hair, (Which was clearly dyed) she looked identical to me.
"I should have been watching where I was going." I said, forcing myself to stop staring. I offered my hand to help her up.
"Your dead right ya' should of." She ignored my hand, and got up on her own. She looked nervous, like she was being chased.
"Look," I said, nervously. "I know this will seem weird because we just met and all, but can I stay with you? Just for a bit? I think I'm being followed and I need a place to stay."
"Me too." The girl answered. Her expression was unreadable.
"What's your name." She asked. It was more of a command then a question.
"Emma Tulestone. And you?"
"Kay-" She cut off, but quickly recovered and said. "Ivy. Ivy Daren."
I stared at her. Could my day get any stranger?
Ivy noticed my reaction to her name.
"Ya' got a problem with my name?"
"I- I- I'm under arrest for murdering you."
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Never Look Back
Aventura"You won't kill anyone else! I'll stop you!" "We'll see about that." Then he picks up his gun...
