The Tested Journey

Chapter 2

I woke up with a groan. My head pounded. Though considering my situation, I suppose that was the least of my problems. I was tied to a chair for starters. How classy. And overused. Kidnappers could at least try to be original. I was wearing a blindfold as well, though that didn't last long because it got ripped off once it was clear I was awake.

I blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. "Morning, bitch." Came a a male voice, accompanied by a slap across the face.

"Congratulations. You get an award for the shittiest wake up call. Ever." I growled.

I focused on the person who had slapped me. It was Hairless Joe. Asshole. His face twisted into a bitter smile at my comment. "Sarcasm is not going to help you here, Jet."

I tapped my feet on the floor absentmindedly. "Well you know what is going to help me? Calling me by my real name. And getting me out of these ropes, preferably. You know you can call me whatever you want if you utie me." I said with raised eyebrows.

Whiskers snarled from where he was standing. "Don't play dumb bitch. Jet is your real name. We already know you're Jetalia Steel." He snapped in a raspy voice that said he smoked too much.

I hummed thoughtfully as I kicked my feet back and forth. Why did this idiots tie my arms but not my feet? "Well, as badass as the name Jet Steel sounds, I cannot claim it as my own so you're ot of luck." I said as I continued to study my feet. I had nice boots on, so sue me.

Whiskers went to retort back but Hairless Joe held up hs hand, silencing the idiot. "Lying to us is not in your best interests, Jet. We've already run DNA tests on your blood." Hairless Joe said. His voice wasn't as much of a snarl as Whisker's was, but he definitely sounded dangerous and in charge of this operation. Lovely.

I rolled my eyes and faced him with an arched eyebrow. "Well obviously you idiots need to go back to bio 101 if you don't know how to run a simple DNA test. Because for the last time Jet Steel isn't my name." I said, trying to come off as sounding bored. Truth be told I may have been a bit scared, but I figured creepy perverts run off fear so I didn't show it.

Hairless Joe pulled out a knife and held it against my throat. "Seriously, guys, could you get anymore cliché?" I asked with a snort.

Hairless Joe responded by pressing the blade hard enough so that I was short of breath and I felt a small drop of blood trickle down my throat. "Alright bitch, enough games. You're going to tell us what we want to know. You're gonna tell us about your daddy." Hairless Joe orderd with a hard glare.

I sighed. "He's dead. There. Can I go now?" I asked, still kinda annoyed by this whole thing. I had a life, one that I would prefer didn't involve this shit.

Hairless Joe back handed me with the hand that wasn't holding a blade to my neck. Jesus, could these guys get anymore cliché? And rude, for that matter.

"What did I say about no more games?" I want the truth bitch. Now." He ordered, sounding kinda scary. This made me laugh. I prided myself on being impossible to intimate, and here I was getting kidnapped. Ah, irony. Unfortunately, laughing seemed to be the worst option in this situation. Especially considering that I got punched in the jaw. "Ow." I said sarcastically, despite the fact that it actually stung like a bitch.

Now it was Hairless Joe's turn to laugh, apparently. "Play anymore games with us and you'll be in alot more pain than just a punch. Are you ready to answer our questions now?" He asked, the humor fading quickly from his voice.

I spit out a mouthful of blood. "No, I think I'm good. Thanks for asking, though." I said with a sarcastic smile.

Scars growled, and Hairless Joe lunged foward towards me, when he phone rung. "Saved be the bell." I muttered. Hairless Joe glared at me, but picked up.

"Yes? .... yes, we have her... no, not yet... but the girl-... yes sir... right away sir. Should I leave someone with her? .... are you sure? .... no, of course not sir ... we'll be right there sir." Hairless Joe hung up. The conversation was short, but straight to the point.

I smirked very slightly. "Aw, does the big bad guy have a boss to take orders from? Cute." I said with minor amusement. Making fun of them was proving easier than trying to pretend not to care.

Hairless Joe glared even harder at me, but pulled his knife away. He stood up and started to walk away but paused, and faced me, and slashed me across the left cheek with the blade before walking away. I swore in pain. So my right of my jaw was swollen amd my left cheek was bleeding. Fantastic.

"Knock her out then everyone with me." Hairless Joe ordered.

Scars smiled a twisted smile. "My pleasure." He said in a sadistic voice. Then his elbow crashed into my left temple before I could even protest.

There was an explosion of pain then once again, everything went black.