Middle of the Week Motivation

Kidnapped

The air was crisp and nippy, and the leaves had slowly but surely started to change color. Mark and Jack had decided that it was perfect weather to take a walk, but neither of them grabbed gloves before leaving. And that's how they ended up holding hands as they walked down the street.

Some people gave them dirty looks as they walked, and each time Mark would put an arm around Jack and pull him closer. Jack rolled his eyes free he did it for the third time. "Mark you really don't have to defend me. I can take care of myself."

Mark looked at his boyfriend, the look on his face suggesting that he was personally offended by the Irishman's statement. "But Babe_," Mark started.

"Mark, I can take of myself. You don't need to protect me from everything."

"Fine," Mark grumbled, turning his attention back to the sidewalk.

Jack snickered. "Hey, look at me." Mark did as he said, surprised when Jack pecked his lips. "I love you."

Mark smiled, his cheeks flushing red. "I love you too." He straightened up and walked proudly down the street, almost like he was trying to show Jack off to the world.

After a few more minute, Jack decided that he wanted something warm to drink, and Mark needed to use the restroom, so they found the nearest Starbucks and went inside. Jack ordered their drinks while Mark went and did his business. After Mark came out, they sat down at a table and enjoyed their beverages and each other's company.

Once they were done, they went outside, only to have Mark remember that he left his wallet and keys inside. Jack stayed outside for him, checking Instagram while he waited for his boyfriend. Mark retrieved his things and strolled back outside, looking around for Jack when he realized he wasn't there. "Mark! Help!"

Mark looked down the street, just in time to see Jack getting thrown into a car. "Jack!" Mark yelled, chasing after the car, which was now speeding away, his boyfriend inside. He stopped and pointed at a lady that was watching him with wide eyes. "You! Call 911! My boyfriend's just been kidnapped!"

The women nodded and quickly pulled out her phone and dialed in the number, briefing the operator one what just happened.

The police soon showed up, and started to question people on what happened. Mark had held himself together all this time, but when an officer approached him he burst into tears and sunk to the ground, his palms mashed into his eyes as he bawled. An officer comforted him as he cried, gently rubbing his back as he did so. Eventually he calmed down enough that he was able to tell the officers what had happened. The department immediately called in a detective, and after questioning Mark a second time, they started their investigation to find the green-haired Irishman.

Mark sat on his couch, completely motionless as he clutched one of Jack's larger Septiceye sams to his chest. Two police officers, Barnes and Muyskerm, sat in nearby chairs, completely tense as they silently watched the phone, as if it could attack them at any second. It had been three days since Jack had been kidnapped, and there were still no answers as to where he was, or why he was taken. An unexpected knock on the door jolted Mark out of his train of thought, and made the officers jump. Mark glance between the duo, silently asking if he could answer it; Muyskerm gave him a curt nod. Mark moved to the door and peered through the peephole, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw who it was. He swiftly opened the door and let Detective Kjellberg in. "Have you found anything?" Mark asked hurriedly.

Kjellberg sighed and closed the door. "No, I'm sorry."

Mark's shoulders and face immediately dropped, so Kjelberg guided him to couch, worried that he'd fall over. Barnes stood and let Kjellberg take his seat. The detective gave him an appreciative nod before he turned his attention back to Mark. "I know I've asked you this before, but there is any reason for them to take Mr. McLoughlin?"

Mark opened his mouth to respond, but was promptly cut off by the phone ringing. Everyone stared at in silence. Detective Kjellberg motioned for Mark to answer and turned on the recording machine. "Hello?" Mark answered.

A deep-throated chuckle made Mark's stomach churn. "So, the pigs haven't found any clues yet? That's a shame."

"Give me my boyfriend back!" Mark screamed into the phone, only to receive a tsk, tsk, tsk in return.

"Temper Mark. You may never get your dear Jackapoo back if you act like that."

"What do you want?"

"What else? Money."

"And what makes you think I have that?"

"You have eighteen million subscribers Mark, why wouldn't you have money?"

Detective Kjellberg's eyes widened, but Mark ignored him and continued to talking to the kidnapper."Touché. What do you want?"

"800,000. Bring the money to the Southwest Marine Shipyard tomorrow at nine pm." The kidnapper then hung up.

Mark, wide-eyed and exhausted, slowly set the phone down on the table. "I know who it is," Kjellberg said solemnly. Barnes, Muyskerm, and Mark perked upon hearing this. "They're a group of men, who were let out of prison four years ago for the same thing. They kidnapped a well-known YouTuber and bargained for ransom money."

"And if they didn't get it?" Mark asked, afraid of the answer he would receive.

Kjellberg ran a hand down his face before muttering "They threatened to kill them, but they were stopped before they could."

Mark fell back against the couch, shell shocked and terrified of what they would do, or had done to Jack. "Should I call in SWAT?" Barnes asked quietly.

Detective Kjellberg nodded. "It's time that they're put in prison for good."

It's eight-thirty pm. The SWAT team has made their way around the bunker, and they were ready for whatever these kidnappers would throw at them. Mark stood next to Detective Kjellberg, shivering as the night got colder. As it neared nine, the force was shocked to hear gunshots from inside the bunker. Mark went rigid, as he feared for the worst. He nearly collapsed as he listened to screams, another gun fire, and then silence. Everyone froze as they watched the bunker doors slide open. Out stumbled, a bruised, bloodied, and completely livid man, a knife in one hand, and rifle in the other. Mark's eyes widened and he yelled "Don't shoot!" before he knew what he was doing.

Detective Kjellberg ordered that everyone held their fire, and Mark found himself running forward to embrace the man. "Jack!" He tackled his boyfriend in a bear hug.

The green-haired Irishman wrapped his arms around Mark's neck, and buried his face into his lover's neck. Mark pulled back and looked Jack over, amazed that he wasn't in worse condition. "What happened? I heard screams, and gunshots, and I was so worried."

Jack weakly pointed to the bunker, letting out a weak chuckle. "I had enough of their crap, so I took care of them."

Mark's eyes widened. "Did you_?"

"Kill them?" Kjellberg finished, eyes wide as he stared into the darkened bunker, staring at the motionless bodies on the floor.

Jack nodded solemnly. "They said they were going to kill me anyways, so I took the liberty of saving myself before they finished me off."

It was Mark's turn to hide his face in Jack's neck. "My little green boy is growing up." Jack rolled his eyes before hissing and pushing Mark off. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Mark asked, worry lacing his words.

Kjellberg squatted next to Jack and looked him over, before standing and walking back to the car they arrived in. "I'll call in an ambulance."

Mark nodded and laid down next to Jack, intertwining his fingers with the Irishman's. "Are you okay?"

Jack grinned and looked over at Mark. "I am now. What about you?"

Mark smiled and leaned closer to Jack, giving him a soft, passionate kiss. "I am now."