RUN

Chapter 5

Chapter V

"Are you ready for your operation" the kidnapper said with a grin. "Sean get over hear and help me lift her" he shouted. The kidnapper and who he called Sean picked me up a struggled and thrashed but they were to strong. They dropped me on the metal table. It was ice cold and hard it was like one of the tables they have at the vets only bigger. Chills ran down my spine thinking what was going to happen to me. I couldn't escape there was no way out but I needed to find one. "Ok let's start" he said clapping his hands together. "Wait where are my tools" he questioned looking around. "oh ya I forgot they're in the back with the other bodies" he answered with a thick Boston accent. "well don't just stand there come help me get them ya idiot" he yelled "all right Marty geeze" Sean said. That's when I realized these guy aren't just kidnappers they're serial killers. I wasn't their first kill and if I didn't get out of here I wasn't going to be their last. A few minutes later they came back in but in a door I hadn't noticed before it looked liked it led outside, yes outside that was the way out I actually might have a chance of leaving this place alive. Marty and Sean were arguing "I thought you said they were out there Sean" Marty shouted "I thought they were gosh calm down Marty there probably in the office" Sean argued. This could be my way out all I had to do was get off this table. But how, I was strapped down so tight my feet were tingling. I struggled and wiggled and pulled that was no use this was hopeless. Then, at that lucky moment, I had an idea maybe I could slide my hands out. I tried, it was actually working go couldn't believe it my hands were slowly coming out. One last pull they were out. I was so incredibly happy. Quickly I went to work in strapping myself. On the last strap I here yelling then foot steps getting louder. I finished with the last strap and I was already on my feet running. I never noticed how big this room was it must be a half a mile long. The door opened I looked over my shoulder, the yelling stopped. Marty and Sean were looking at the table wearing a look of disbelief. when I looked over my shoulder again now Marty with anger in his eyes and a needle in his hand was running toward me. I was running as fast as I could but he was faster. Right when I reached the door he tackled me. I hit the floor hard and it hurt, the shoulder I landed on was stinging, it was a pain I had never experienced before and never want to again. I was struggling, kicking, and scratching but he was to strong. His arm was lifting to my head, the needle was about to go in my neck and kill me. I was still trying to get loose but I was also waiting for the pain of a sharp long needle being driven into my neck.