Kidnapped

Chapter 6

*** ahahah, you thought it was over!

Danny POV (sorry I haven't described him much)

I knew she wasn't dead. She couldn't have been. When I saw her at the gas station... I knew I never stopped loving her. She was still beautiful, but her hair was short and black. The frayed edges looked as if she had used safety scissors, which she probably had, to gnaw at he strands of her once golden mane.

I was on spring break of my sophomore year of college when I pulled into the lot. My tank was empty and I hadn't gone to the bathroom science around 8:30 am, and it was currently around 2:00 in the afternoon. Her face was hard as she walked directly behind the man. He was wearing a wife-beater and torn jeans with a gun in his belt loop. Rachel had her head down with what little hair she had dangling in her face trying to keep her electric eyes away from anyone that might have recognized her still after the search. She was wearing a pink tank top with loose jeans and sneakers. Her face was scratched and her eyes cast of iron. The kitten I had seen on the outside but a tiger on the inside had dispersed. She was no longer playful, and her soul...

After that, I followed her. When she went into the woods I kept on her trail, seeing the cruelties that went on. The people she was forced to kill. The bodies that were left laying on the ground. Mangled, bloody, dead: all of them.  Corpse after corpse was left to rot.

One year later, she was the one to get shot.

I was hiding behind the bushes on the outer edge of the clearing, watching. She let her get away, but paid for it. The case dropped to the ground, and the Man came out from the other side. It was then that I recognized him. Mr. Phlat. Our old history teacher. He was so nice, to everyone.

I tailed them to the dock, and rented a boat from there. My old friends from college were there since it had been a year or so since I stopped going to college, so it must have been winter break.

Pete was the older one, and the smartest. He was tall and skinny, but he could lift a lot. His shirt was long sleeved and he wore a North Face over top. It was black, and his skin was so pale that he looked like the body after the blood got sucked out. His hair was dark and cropped short. His gateways to the world we small, and dark brown. Sometimes, they looked like coal.

Jake was short. Really short. He was around 5' 3”. That is just sad. He made up for his height in speed- he could run a mile in under four minutes and thirty seconds. In contrast to Pete, his skin was tan and his hair dirty blonde. His eyes were clear and framed by a thick film of eye lashes, making the bright blue stand out.

“Pete! Jake! Hey, you guys,” I yelled, “what's up?”

“Why don't you tell us,” replied Pete harshly.

“Yeah,” offered Jake, “why didn't you come back to school last spring break?”

“I kind of... um...”

“Go on,” he pushed.

“Ok... so, you know the girl I kept talking about at college? Rachel?”

“Yeah. What about her?”

“I saw her. Alive.”

“Wasn't she the love of your life, or something mushy and gushy like that?”

“Yes, that is why I didn't come back. I saw her and I followed her, and now she is in big trouble. She got shot by my old teacher after she helped some old lady get away even though 'Boss' said she had to kill her so they wouldn't get exposed. She has been killing people for three years now. Ever since last spring break I have been tailing her, and I need to get a boat because they are dumping her into the water. They are going to kill her.”