Authors Note: This is a story that I thought of when I was playing with my dog. I imagined what it would be like if I got kidnapped. This story may not be re-copied in any way by any means. Ask in the comments if you can copy some of this story, not all of it. I will report you if you copy this without my permission. I will try my best with adding more chapters. Also if I do let you copy it send me your story please. Me and my editor will try our best in correcting words and grammar. If we miss something kindly post in the comments what we missed. Don't go crazy and lash it out on us. My editors username is Ghirahim2156 so go check her out. Now with out further ado, let the story begin!
Chapter One- Where Am I?
I awoke to find my self in complete darkness. The smell of wet dog
filled my room. I closed my eyes again and tried to find my pillow. I
reached behind me, but instead of a soft cushion, my hand hit something
hard. I felt the object to discover what it was. The object was
covered in fabric. "What?" I mumbled to my self.
I spread my arms only to find that I was surrounded by this fabric.
My glasses were by my side so I slide them on. I turned my head and
found a glow in the dark handle that has a car with its trunk open.
The lever had a down symbol on it. "No, it can't be." I told my self.
The sound of an engine started up. The malodorous smell of gasoline made my eyes
water. I felt around and found an weird object. I picked it up and
felt it with my hands. "A flashlight!" I screamed in my head. I found
the button and turned it on. Nothing happened. I pressed it again and
the flashlight turned on. I shined it and the roof of the truck and
saw the wires that opened the trunk.
I shined it around the truck and saw my dog wagging his tail.
"Skippy!" I yelled softly. I sat up the best I could and pat him. He
held his right paw to himself and shivered a bit. I pulled his paw away from
him, carefully. He had a cut about 1 inch long and 1 and 1/2 centimeters
deep. I gasped and dropped the flashlight. I picked it up and shined
it around the trunk. Stuffed in a corner was a bag.
I crawled over to the bag and unzipped it. I pulled out a box witch
read 'First Aid Kit'. I quickly open it up and found some band aids. I
got some medicine and put it on the gaze of the band aid. I crawled
back over to him and set the flashlight down. I applied the band aid
to his hurt leg. I grabbed a towel from the bag and wiped up some
dried blood from his fur.
I smiled as he wagged his tail. I brushed the fur back on his head.
Skippy licked his lips as his stomach growled. I looked in the bag to
try to find something to eat. I got lucky and found a bag of dog food.
A note was attached to it. 'Use it wisely' I opened the bag and set it
by him. He dug his face in it.
I searched the bag some more and found a pocket knife. I opened it to find
another note. 'To bad you don't have a whetstone' I looked in the bag
and found nothing that I could sharpen the knife with. The car came to a stop. I took the food from Skippy and stuffed it in the bag. He looked at me and pawed my arm. I
pushed his paw off my arm. I put the first aid kit in bag and zipped
it up.I attached the flashlight to the belt loop of my jeans. I grabbed
Skippy's collar and faced the handle.
I had the open knife in my left hand and had Skippy in my right
hand. The truck popped open with a man in a mask standing there. I
jumped out the car and stabbed him in the stomach and twisted the knife around a bit. He fell to the ground, groaning in pain.
I pulled the knife out of him and took off to the woods with Skippy behind me.
