Ted&Nancy with Jim

Evil Plot

We drove on into a semi-familiar part of town just as it looked like the day was ending. Nancy was going through my phone, trying to figure out modern technology murmuring at Ted for help. I looked out my window in despair and hopelessness thinking about that dead boy. What did he ever do to them? Which victim number is he? Why does he look so familiar? Did he meet Nancy or Ted, trying to be a good person? Is that gonna be me? Oh god, what will happen to me? Thought after thought kept popping into my head as to what my fate will be. I couldn't stop thinking about anything other than the worst case scenario until I heard,

"Oh! Look here Ted. One of those a- text messages on his phone from a Matt." Oh Christ. Oh no, not my friends. Not them. She read,

"Party is at 132 Billwood street, Starts at 8, there will be girls but, not Rachael lol," Nancy then turned around from her seat and gave me an evil witch-like smile with an matching stare. "Well, looks like we have to go off script for this jackpot," she joked at Ted while they both laughed.

"Crap," I whisper under my breath. I hope they don't have any machine guns with that dead body. I can only imagine what they have in store for me now. I can see Nancy get a notepad from the glove compartment and a flip in the middle to write something down, I try to squint for a closer look without being obvious to see what she is jotting down. It looks as if she is checking two things off (kidnap me and killing the kid) but she looks as if she is putting another task between two other things. Maybe if I could reach that notepad I'd at least know what they'll do to me, but do I want to know? I want to know if I'll die or if I have a chance to escape, but the fear of my faith and what will happen if I'm caught scares me into this internal conflict. I look at the clock in front and it's 7 o'clock already. At least an hour away until the deed is done. I can see Nancy plan something with the look on her face while Ted just focuses on the road. I looked outside until we reached a fast food place.

Ted drove through the drive through and as the car ahead of us was taking their order Nancy asked Ted, "What do ya want?"

"Number 2," he grumbled. I haven't eaten since this morning since I didn't have breakfast so I asked as politely as possible,

"Can I have a-"

"Nobody asked you!" Nancy snapped at me.

She reached over Ted and spoke into the intercom, "Hello yes, I'd like a number one with a small lemonade and small fries, with a number two with medium water and fries and small chicken nuggets. That's all." "Go up to the next window please," said the employee.

'Wow, I guess I'm getting a raw deal in this,' I thought to myself. The employee smiled at us and handed Ted our food and Nancy picked out my box of chicken nuggets and threw it at my face. I mouthed and motioned with my fingers to the employee, looking at me like I'm a weirdo, call 911 call 911 before Ted drove away. He pulled into a parking space nearby as Ted eats his food like someone was gonna steal it.

"Okay, so here's the plan," Nancy starts, "After Ted has eaten he'll pull up on the street near the house and then Jim will go inside the house filling some of the place and the three sides that we can see you from with lighter fluid from this bottle," she showed a huge litter of lighter fluid from a liter bottle. "And if you try to bail out on us, kid, well Ted was a sniper in Korea and taught me how to shoot. You'll end up just like Tyler."

Upon hearing the kids name I almost choked on the last chicken nugget in my mouth since the name of the boy who was slain like he was a piece of meat will haunt me from this point on and possibly for the rest of my life which will continue after I escape these two. Tyler he was a freshman on the football team. I never saw him again the next season, but i assumed he moved. Now I know why I never saw him again. I was set on running off, but now I can barely move myself. Ted had finished his food as well as Nancy so they put their garbage in the paper bag. I handed mine up to Nancy and she snatched out of my hand and threw it out as Ted drove on. Now it's personal.