The Misfits.

Chapter Eight.

TUESDAY 11TH APRIL, 2016. 1:17 PM

Ethan began to stir to the sound of music. It was rather peaceful, the melody of different instruments played in joyous synchronicity and harmony. A voice came on next, a heavenly voice, humming lyrics that smoothly melted in his ears. 'Beautiful', would have been the word to describe it.

Then, it suddenly switched to Justin Bieber.

Now, Ethan didn't really have that much of a problem with Justin. He felt the hate directed towards the Canadian pop-star was largely unjustified, whether the singer had a terrible voice or not. Most of the animosity came from men on the internet and his fanbase was largely female, so that explained quite a lot. What Ethan had a problem with was basically the music promoted by the mainstream media. His distaste for it probably stemmed from his obsessiveness with not falling under peer pressure to do the things that had his father taken away from him.

So, when Justin Bieber came on, he reacted accordingly.

He caught a glimpse of the blonde girl's amused reaction to him shooting forward on his seat, only to be choked back and restrained by the seatbelt around him. He fumbled to pull it off, but found his hands thoroughly bound by an overly healthy amount of duct tape. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who partook in the occasional doses of overkill. Speaking of overkill, his head hurt like crazy.

His crotch wasn't that much better off.

He turned his head to issue the girl a death glare. She turned to face him as well, but her hands never left the steering wheel. He narrowed his eyes at her. Then, he lost all of his courage and smacked the back of his head against the seat's headrest.

"I'M GOING TO GET EATEN."

She ignored him. He turned to look at her again.

"Please, please don't kill me."

Still, she ignored him. A different scenario, and he would have considered that rude.

She looks so innocent, but there's a killer in there. What happened to me could have happened to anybody. Anybody.

She turned her head back to focus on the road and Ethan did the same. Only when a car sped past his window did he fully realize that he was in a moving car with what appeared to be a preteen manning the wheel.

Oh, crap! I'm getting kidnapped again!

"You're not getting kidnapped." The girl said, taking a hand off the wheel to give his knee a reassuring pat. He shifted away from her. She retracted the hand and placed it back on the steering. From both of their expressions, it was obvious that the action had served to only further alarm him, and she was aware of it.

"Then. Let. Me. Go."

"No. Not yet."

He force swallowed his rising fear.

"Do you even know what kidnapping means?"

If he was going to get eaten, or whatever, he was going to go down snarking.

"If you're going to be like that, then, yes. You are being kidnapped."

The condescending sounded human. Human enough for him to reconsider the possibility of her being the monster, but not enough to disprove the theory. If anything it strengthened it, in a way. Monsters didn't just pop up overnight. Maybe one had been lurking in the form of a girl for God knows how long.

The 'girl' grimaced, as if she was frustrated. Ethan looked forward: The road was mostly clear.

Then, the fear of a potential crash hit him again.