Hell and Back Again

The most Cliché Kidnapping ever

It was supposed to be a simple salt and burn. Get in, get out but everything always has to be complicated. One second I was watching a mean old teacher burn and the next I was on the floor, blood caked in my hair. The ground started to turn moving in and out of focus as I tried to get away. Key word, try. Two loud bangs and a whole lot of pain later, I was being dragged to, of all things, a white van. I looked up to see two men I hadn't met but I'm sure I'll know them soon.

Right turn. Right turn, on to the highway. 17 minutes, 37 seconds later two left turns. Over a bridge. Left turn. Right. Two left. Stop.

The door beside me opens and light shines through. Three men stand over me and dark, worn leather surrounds me but I can't get much detail as they haul me out of the trunk. This sudden movements caused a wave of pain to wash over my body and I felt where the bullet hit. Just one made it to the target. (From the close range the shooter must have storm trooper aim.) I hear rustling to my left and two large forms sneaking alone the shadows. I said nothing, they might be here to help. But then again no one ever really helps me.

They drag me towards some kind of bar. The lights are out and it looks very remote. I don't think they've had many customers recently. Glass from broken windows crunches under my feet as I try to walk instead of being dragged. A panel's missing from the door, it looked like it'd been kicked in. The hinges squeak when they push through them, pushing me in after. The lights inside are all destroyed so I can only see what where they point their flashlights. I'm slammed onto a chair and they begin to tie me down. I try pathetically to get away but it doesn't faze them. Once I'm secure they walk over to the counter and grab a couple of glasses.

"Pour me a glass to, would ya." I manage to speak but it's still very quiet. The fog in my head hasn't quite lifted yet so I'm not in full control.

"Thus stuff isn't for little girls." One says. His tone is gruff, low, menacing. But it doesn't scare me. I've been to hell and back, some lowly kidnapper doesn't even concern me.

"If I'm such a little girl why'd you make it three on one? You scared?" I taunted, gaining a little bit of clear voyance.

There was a few moments of grumbling and laughing but eventually one came towards me with heavy feet. A large calloused hand grabbed me chin and a bottle was put against my lips.

"You want some? Better not choke." The liquid was poured down my throat and I swallowed every last bit. Staring at the man directly in the eyes the entire time. The familiar burning sensation calmed me as warmth spread through my body.

The man looked surprised at how unfazed I was and he quickly turned back and joined the other two at the bar. Their quiet conversation was what sounded European but I couldn't be sure. Since I couldn't understand it I decided to focus on something else, anything that could help me escape. Outside was very dark, I must have been out for a while. There wasn't really a difference in the air so we probably didn't go too far. The wind chimes on the porch were swinging slowly and it was something out of a horror movie. Glass being crushed under foot caught my attention. Someone was coming. My captors didn't seem to notice so I hoped beyond hope that I caught a break.

"Hey, smelly, I gotta take a piss. Would you mind?"

One of the kidnappers turned and glared. "You stay put Missy. No one lets you out. Bosses orders."

"Oh, and who, exactly should I thank for planning this kidnapping?" I asked, "Because they probably won't be too happy finding a soiled prisoner. If I were them, I would be outraged, infuriated, I would punish those who caused such a disgusting thing."

More grumbling and worried glances but finally the biggest one came over to untie me. As soon as I was completely free the big guy was out cold. Sleeping like a baby on the bar floor. Except for the lump forming on his head.

"Mikey!!! Hey Mikey wake up!" Of course his name just had to be Mikey, this couldn't get more cliché. Both conscious men started towards me although cautious. The first one approached me. Don't ask me why they decided to attack separate, bad guys are just stupid OK. He went down easy, an arm behind his back and a knee to the head. Then there was one. He didn't seem very happy about his friends on the floor and he let his emotions control his actions, making a big mistake.He charged and I simply used his momentum to push him into the wall behind me. Instead of just crashing and falling he literally went through the wall. Even made a body imprint like the old cartoons. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"So you gonna come out and save the damsel in distress now?" I asked to the two figures outside.

After a moment or two of silence the door opened and the two "rescuers" walked in. One tall, and I mean freaking tall. At least six foot ten or something. Long brown hair was flung side to side as he took in my handy work.

"Doesn't look like you need help." This was the second one. He stepped out from behind mouse over here and I froze. My heat stopped with his cocky smirk, and eyebrow raised to show how impressed he was. It was Dean, and that must be Sam and this can't be happening. I can't be here, he can't remember me, it'll be too painful. I have to get out.