The Dark Ones

Chapter 2

So yeah, I'm kidnapped. Also I'm duct taped. I really can't see on how this day could possibly get worse. For the last 40 minutes at least I've been listening to my two kidnappers talk intensely about politics and the occasional chatter of how they could've gotten me in here easier. One suggested that they cut off my tongue duct tape my hands and legs together, then stuffing my mouth with an apple. What am I? A boar? Other than this the drive was a boring journey to nowhere.

When the car came to a stop, I really panicked. The men killed the engine then I heard the trunk pop. Tears, again started streaming. What should I do? Run out? I just layed there instead. Fear had paralyzed my body. I couldn't move. Then a strong muscular hand opened the trunk. Yep, there's that warm welcoming face. The same one that had knocked me out, I'm guessing.

"Hello, dearie" this was the deep, calm man. "Did you enjoy your... Nap?"

"Bryce, you know she can't talk. She has duct tape over her mouth" So Bryce
is his name.

"Henry, shut up!" Henry was tall and skinny. He looked like a piece of paper on steroids. His nose crooked to the left and he always seemed to have that same little grin on his face. Then Bryce looked back to me. "Such a beautiful, darling," he ran his hand down the side of my face lightly brushing the stands of hair that were astray across my face. "Why did you tie this gorgeous hair up?" Bryce kept questioning me. Does he not see the duct tape? The man took the bobby pins and finally the ponytail holding my hair in the bun. The hair fell down like dawn past my cheeks and just past my shoulders. Bryce made a trail starting at my eye, wiping the tear, then forcing the strands behind my ear. He kissed my cheek. Now I was shaking.

BANG! It was just then that I noticed my surroundings. I was in a factory of some sort. There was a large door at the far end. A human was pounding on the faded black glass. BANG!

"Henry, who is that?"

"You ask like I'm supposed to know!" Henry had a slight New Jersey accent.

"Take this, Hen," Bryce threw Henry a gun "Take care of 'em," Bryce smirked and I watched Henry take off towards the door. Bryce continued with me. Now he was getting more touchy. But I'm not going into details there.

"AHH" It was Henry, he was screaming. Gun shots fire and echo in the factory. "He's got me, Bryce! He's got me!"

"Henry!" And with that Bryce ran after his criminal friend. I had my chance. I left the car, but leaving the trunk was the mistake.