A Collection: of short stories

Story 2 Part 1: Kidnapped

Xylon, Della, and Dyxie are characters of mine that I am very in love with. Xylon's parents are always gone, being rich they travel the world. Xylon is less then perfect to them, so they don't want anything to do with him. Della and Dyxie have a good life, Dyxie being Della's little sister and Della being Xylon's best friend.

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 Xylon headed down the street, going to meet Della and Dyxie at the coffee shop. He watched the sky as he walked, a slight frown on his face while clouds covered the sun. A small wind pulled at Xylon's hood, threatening to blow it off his head. An uneasy feeling swept through him and the boy stopped, glancing around. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary at first, but when Xylon glanced behind him, a bottle connected with his head. Everything went black before Xylon even hit the ground.

Della waited with Dyxie at the coffee shop for twenty minutes after they were suppose to meet Xylon. Annoyance pricked at the back of her brain, but worry was also there. Every day when Della got off work Xylon would be there waiting for her. She wondered if he was off getting drunk again, or if he was sick. Della checked her phone.

“Xylon's a slowpoke!” Dyxie complained, arms crossed over her chest.

“Yup.” Della smiled at her little sister. They waited for another twenty minutes then left, heading towards Xylon's house to see if he was there. Della gripped Dyxie's hand, feeling as if something were wrong. Della used the spare key in the mailbox to open the door, looking around the house. “Xylon?” She called. Nobody answered. “Let's go check the forest.” Della suggested after the two had searched the house and had come up short.

Della and Dyxie locked up the house and headed towards the forest. Her phone rang, coming up with Xylon's number.

“Xylon? Where are you, you blew us off,” Della scolded.

“Wasn't him, sweets. He came across a little dilemma.” A voice that didn't belong to Xylon answered.

Della pulled Dyxie to a stop. “Who are you? Where's Xylon?” Dyxie's eyes widened as she listened.

“Are you going to get the stuff?” The man asked. “If you don't participate, sweets, he won't last long. Will ya, boy?” Grumbling was heard, along with the sounds of someone banging a chair. “How's that gash on your head doing, boy?” The guy laughed.

“Let him go!” Della ordered, hand trembling as she held onto Dyxie.

“Bring me the goods and I will. Better keep an eye on that sweet little sister of yours.” The guy teased Della.

“What do you want?” Della kept her grip on Dyxie's hand.

“A thousand dollars, and a night with you, sweets.”

Della's eyes widened and louder grunts were heard. She bit her bottom lip. “Deal, where do I bring the money?”

She could hear the smirk in the man's voice as he told her the address. “If you call the cops, Xylon dies.”

Della swallowed and hung up.

Idiot! Such an idiot girl! Xylon yelled in his mind. His head throbbed where he was hit by the bottle, and the cloth in his mouth only let him breath through his nose. Della was an idiot to take the deal. It wasn't like he had much to live for, Della shouldn't have agreed to give up her body to his captor; what ever his name was. It made Xylon sick to think of what the man would do to his friend. His fist clenched, making the rope on his wrists dig into the skin even more. He wouldn't let this man get away with touching Della.

The man came over to Xylon and removed the cloth from his mouth. “What do you think of me and your friend, boy?” he grinned.

Xylon glared. “Don't you dare touch her. Kill me so she doesn't have to go through with this.”

“I'd rather kill you after I get her for the night.” The man kept grinning.

Xylon threw himself against the rope that tied him to the chair. His brown eyes blazed with fury.

“Aw, you have feelings for the girl, how sweet.” The man joked, that grin not leaving his face. “This will make everything even better. You can watch when I take her.”

Xylon struggled. “She's a friend! Leave her alone!”

The man laughed then stopped and smirked when he heard a knock. Xylon's eyes widened. The man turned and headed to the door.

Stupid girl! Xylon panicked. He wouldn't let anyone touch her.

“Well, well, well. There are two of you.” The man cackled.

“Idiot! You brought Dyxie!?” Xylon yelled when Della and Dyxie came in.

Della's eyes widened when she saw him, tied to a chair, hair caked with blood. Dyxie ran over to him, looking him over but not saying a single word.

Della turned to the man and handed him the money. “Now let Xylon go.”

“Have you forgotten the other part of the deal?” The man grabbed Della and threw her to the ground, pinning her. Della grunted but didn't say a word and obediently laid there.

Dyxie quickly worked to untie Xylon as he yelled his protests. She was good with knots and before the man could move an article of clothing, Xylon was free of the ropes. He tackled the man away from Della, punching his face.

“I told you not to touch her!” Xylon yelled.

Della quickly got to her feet, Dyxie coming over to her. “Let's go, Xylon!” She scooped Dyxie up and grabbed Xylon's arm, pulling him off the unconscious man and running out the door.

Once they had run a few good miles away, they stopped and panted. Xylon felt very light headed, leaning on a signpost for support.

“Idiot girl.” Xylon scolded as they panted. “You were just going to lay there and let him do that to you?”

Della didn't answer at first. “He would have killed you if I didn't.”

“I have nothing worth living for, Della. I'd rather die then have him touch you.”

Della shrugged. “I'd rather have him touch me then him kill you.”

Xylon sighed. “Well, it's over now. We should call the police.”