I.A.P.B.T. (I ate purple bow ties)

Stupid Kidnappers or Stupid Victims

All this was not supposed to happen, I should be at my Aunt's 50th birthday party. Yet somehow I was kidnapped by some wacko girl. And then she punched me in the nose, I mean she may be a kidnapper, but that doesn't mean she has to be so rude. I may have provoked her a little bit though. Why do things like this always happen to me.

"Let's move," she spoke in a hostile whisper that  pierced my thoughts. Why can't she just let me wallow in my self pity. Slowly I rose from my sitting position.

"Can you not move any faster?" the girl snapped. Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I mean I should be the cranky one, for crying out loud I was the one kidnapped!

Once I was up she pulled me in the direction of the large tower, that happened to be in the middle of nowhere. Who builds a tower in the middle of nowhere? Apparently my kidnappers, who somehow know practically everything about me.

When we got to the large revolving doors we stop. While we are stopped I get a better look at the building, it looks like any other skyscraper you would see in any big city. Yet it had a more mysterious feel to it. I heard a few beeps and turned to see my kidnapper punching in a code on the side of the building. A few seconds after she finished, I heard mechanical whirring from behind me. I turned to see that a large metal door was trapping us, almost like how an  elevator closes. I looked over to see how my kidnapper was reacting to this, she had a calm look on her face. I looked around, there was a panel of buttons, similar to one on an elevator. My kidnapper turned to the panel and pushed the button that had, -5.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"You'll see," she said. Why is she so mysterious. I don't even know her name. Well I guess I never asked.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"None of your business," she snapped.

"How do you know my name?" I ask.

"I have my ways."

"Why did you kidnap me?"

"You're different?'

"Isn't everyone different?'

"Yeah, but you're special."

"How am I special?'

"Do you ever shut up?'

"No, never. Why won't you tell me your name?"

"Because I don't want to."

"Tell me something to call you."

"No."

"What about Minnie, or maybe Camo, or Grumpy because you do act like Grumpy from the seven dwarfs," I suggest. At the last one she punched me in the nose. Pain spiked through my nose. I can feel blood trickle down my face. Great, she gave me a bloody nose. I'm still going to call her Grumpy in my head. Yet I probably shouldn't say it out loud or she might punch me again.

The elevator dings and opens. I step out into a dark and ominous hallway. Grumpy steps out with me, and turns to the wall. Is there going to be another secret passage way? Instead of a secret passageway or a cool gadget, she ends up just turning on the lights. Well I  was definitely not expecting that.

"Follow me," she says as she walks down the hallway. I oblige, of course. She brings me to a pink door, that really does not go with the decor. I mean who was the decorator of this place, everything is mismatched.

We enter, inside there is a lady. She has dark red hair, and is pretty pale. She is wearing a skin tight black suit.

"Why is he bleeding?" she asks.

"Because he's an idiot," Grumpy answers. I would usually protest but I have a feeling that, that would be a bad idea.

"I didn't know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding in the nose," the lady said quite calmly.

"I think it's a new phenomenon," Grumpy says. I scowl, she has got to be kidding. The lady is so not going to believe her.

"Samantha, we will talk about this later," the lady says calmly.

"Samantha! That's your name!" I exclaim. Both the lady and Samantha bring their attention to me. My face goes red. I probably should not have said that out loud.

"Mr. Connors, how are you?" the lady in black asks.

"Other than the fact that I have been kidnapped, I'm just peachy," I retort sarcastically.

"I like to think of it as being borrowed," Samantha says. I turn to her and make a face. She responds by mimicking me.

"Samantha, you may leave now," the lady in black says. Samantha reluctantly turns and leaves.

"I am so sorry about my daughter," she says. If I had been drinking I would have spit it out like they do in the movies. She's Samantha's mother?

"Why am I here?" I ask. Hopefully this lady is not as secretive as her daughter.

"You're special," the lady says. Knowing that I'm not going to be able to learn any more about that, I decide to change the topic.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"I am Agent Jennifer Barnes, but you can call me Agent Barnes," she says.

"Agent?" I ask. What type of agency kidnaps people?

"Yes, I am the director of the I.A.P.B.T," Agent Barnes said. That is the worse intelligence agency name I have ever heard.

"What the heck does that stand for?" I ask.

"You will learn soon enough," she said all mysterious like. I guess like mother like daughter.

"Does it stand for I am a purple butted tree?" I guess.

"No," Agent Barnes says bluntly.

"What about I ate purple bow ties?" I guess.

"No," she says with a hint of agitation laced in her voice. I know that if I keep on pestering her she will cave and tell me.

"Is it, In a pack by turtles?" I guess again.

"That doesn't even make sense!" she exclaims.

"You didn't answer my question," I state.

"It's International Agency of Paranormal Beings and Things!" she exclaims. I smirk, and realization of what she just said sets on her face.

"You are incredibly annoying," she states.

"Thank you, but what do you want me for?" I ask

"I have already told you, you're special," she said.

"When can I leave?" I ask.

"It depends," she says.

"Depends on what?" I ask.

"On you," she says.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"You will see," she says mysteriously.

"When are you going to give me a straight answer," I ask desperately.

"When you are ready," she said.

"I should have seen that coming," I mutter exasperated.

"Yes,"