The Long Forgotten Soul

Chapter 9 Kidnapped

                                                                                    Chapter 9

                                                                                 Kidnapped!!!

It all happened so fast, we were in Alex's bedroom when the window over looking his garden burst into a million pieces, sending sharp fragments of glass towards us, sending us to the floor. Once everything was still I dared a glance towards a window, only to see the dimmed outline of the girl from the painting....Sandra! Suddenly she was flanked by three men dressed in Georgian garments. There faces were expressionless, with nothing to show their humanity.I can now here the hurried footsteps of Alex's parents. His dad is the first to enter the bedroom, and instantly dives for one of the Georgian men. Realising it was in danger, it pivoted on its right foot and swung his left, until it came into contact with his attackers head, sending Alex's dad somersaulting through the bedrooms wall, and tumbling down to the bottom of the stairs, were he lay in a mangled heap. Alex's mum screams as one of Sandra's puppets, through her out the window, her scream was instantly cut off. " Nooo, you murderer." screams Alex, clearly in ranged, with angry tears running down his bloody cheeks. In all this time Sandra hadn't taken her icy gazes of Alex," I warned you,did I not. That you might suffer the consequences." Alex looks helplessly into the gray eyes of Sandra. " Seize them. " Sandra softly says, its barely a whisper. But it seems to be loud enough as three puppets close the gap between us in seconds. I'm violently pulled into an arm lock, and I scream in pain. Marooney is slung over the shoulder of her offender, screaming and kicking. But all attempts are useless as the puppet just stands there unmoving. " If you hurt her.." Alex says through clenched teeth. This all seems to mean nothing as Sandra simply looks at him, which was the cause of his half finished sentence. Then her gaze lands on me, I instantly tense, fearing what she might do next. She walks slowly in my direction, I begin to struggle against the grip of one of the puppets, but its grip is firm. " Why are you o scared of me?" she asks in a hurt voice, " Has Alex been telling nasty things about me?" I'm not sure whether to answer or not, I keep my mouth shut. Shes standing right in front of me her face inches from mine. She violently grabs my chin and maneuvers it from side to side, as if to get a better look at me. She finally lets go and says " Your a pretty boy, I would like to keep you." I.m shaking violently now, absolutely terrified. " Please, I beg you. Please d...." My sentence is cut of as she tightens her grip around my mouth , and brings her face close to mine. " I do not like to be begged or answered back to. Maybe its best that I silence you until, we arrive home." " NOO, PLEASE NOO." shout Alex and Marooney at the same time, beginning to struggle against the puppets, again, having no affect. Sandra ignores this and clicks her fingers.

Sandra clicks her fingers, and John's eyes roll back into his skull, as his knees buckle under him, causing him to slump unconscious, in the puppets arms. Sandra releases her grip from his mouth and allows his head to lull forwards. The puppet instantly holds John in an arm carry position, head, arms and feet, just dangling. All I could was stand there and look at him in utter horror. If I had never wondered of on my own would Marooney and John be in this situation?, would I be putting there lives at risk?. No, they wouldn't be here now, they wouldn't be terrified now, Mum and Dad would still be here. At that fought, it brings a lump into my throat...my Mum and Dad are both gone because of me. All I can do is to hang my head in shame. " Do not worry, dear Alex, we have plans for you and you companions. Why don't we head home." her words eco in my head. Home.... do I have a home any more, or did I destroy it?. I allow my hands to be bound and my mouth gagged. The puppet slings me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing, and marched out the door.   

THE STORY WILL CONTINUE IN BOOK 2. THE SWEET TASTE OF VENGEANCE.