Kidnapped

Chapter 3

The wheels on the car didn't stop for another two days and we finally made it to our destination.

“Come on. We have some work to do. Some annoyances to get rid of.” I knew something was going to happen. Something bad. And I knew he meant kill, not send on an all-expense-paid vacation for a while. I just didn't know why.

We walked the rest of the way after putting the license plate into the trunk. We rubbed the car with dirt and made sure it looked pretty beat up, but that wasn't all that hard.

The sides of the country road were muddy and the grass was tall. I went to braid my hair, but when I reached for my platinum fringe but when I pulled it up to look at it I saw the inky color and threw it back, not wanting to be reminded.

Mr. Phlat walked into the woods, and I followed his foot steps. We came to a clearing and another man was waiting.

“Where's my green,” said Mr. Phlat harshly.

“Um... I don't have it yet,” said the man hastily and timidly, “but I can get it. Just give me a few more weeks. I have $3,000 here, but I don't have the other-”

“What?! You promised to have all of the $5,000 in cash here. You had owed me $10,000 but you already payed that off. That leaves an extra two-thousand dollars, Mark. Where is it!”

“I don't have it! I just got laid off so my income stopped. Unemployment doesn't pay me enough to feed my family and give you $5,000 at the same time.”

“Well, maybe they'll take your life insurance money instead.”With that, mark cowered into the shadows and turned to run, but Mr. Phlat was too quick for him. The bullet from the dark metal was already lodged into him before he even made it out of the dark clearing. “And that's that. Stop looking shocked and regain your composure. We have more clients to deal with.”

He turned and walked out of the clearing like there wasn't a body laying just 10 feet away.

“Grab the case,” he said, commanding. I rushed over and picked it up. The leather handle was smooth and sleek as I pulled the briefcase from the ground.

I quickly caught up to him and tried to handover the case. He didn't accept it, and just kept walking.

We got back to the car in a matter of minutes, and he opened up the trunk. I was glad to relieve my hand from carrying the weight of three-thousand in cash. It clunked down onto the floor of the rink and I slammed the door down.

We drove and drove again. Sleeping in the car every night, and driving all day until we got where we wanted to be. We killed and blackmailed so many people. We took so much money. It was one of those things you can't get out of your mind. Ever. I could see the faces on each and every person's body that we killed. Laying there with a look of shock on their face. Some of them were of sadness, others of pain. Some got down and prayed before their life was ended. Others said goodbye to the world. Others just tried to make a break for it. No one ever got away. I learned his name. Or, his alias. He sometimes used John, Jack, Jason, Zach, TJ, Nick, or Sean. Those were his favorites. I never could find out what his real name was. Mr. Phlat wasn't even his. When I called him that, he took a moment to respond. He told me to call him Boss after a few weeks.

Over the next three years, I must have been a witness to so many deaths. Probably over 1,000; maybe over 2,000 dead. I lost count once we got to 100 kills. Sometimes, he had me kill them. He taught me to load a gun, clean it, and to do hand to hand combat over the course of my kidnapping. Sometimes he had me act like a prostitute to lure men into the woods, saying that I like the outdoors instead of a motel. I went to all of the states. We drove across the country, but we never stayed in a hotel.