The Kiddnapping

Fire in his eyes

    I quickly paid my respects to my dead teacher, and then the little boy. I knelt and peeked my head up over the seat to look at my mysterious kidnapper. Everything I saw happened so suddenly I couldn't even tell what the person looked like.  All I could tell was that right when I had slowly peered over the seat, a vicious dog snarled at me and bit my nose. Then red warm blood started oozing out of my nose. It looked like a Great Dane, or some sort of husky mix. Then I remembered the mysterious call.  During my phone call with the unknown person, I had heard a dog bark loudly.  This was the same dog.  Well, if it was, then this might be that mysterious number. That would make sense. At least a whole Hell of a lot more sense.  I knew I had to get out of there, so I jumped over the seat in a very stealthy way.  The dog tried to jump up, but I miraculously tackled it and held it down.   The driver looked back, and I saw his face uncovered for the first time.
The driver was a man with a huge beard, he smoked a cigarette and had shoulder length curly brown hair.  Strangely, the man had two different colored eyes.  One was bright sky-blue, and the other was as black as the night.  The sky blue eye was like a normal eye, and the black one was small and suspicious.  He also had a jacket that had his name stitched on the top left part of the jacket, "Don."  Don saw me holding his beloved dog down, and he pulled over... again. He then viciously threw me out of the van.  He pushed me down to the grass, and violently hit me with his hard powerful hands, I felt a bruise start to form around my eye as he picked me up again, but this time I was smarter.  I bit his hand as he tried to cover my mouth, and all I could taste was oozing, warm blood. Even that didn't stop him. He threw me in his van again but didn't tie me up.  I guess that he just thought that I would escape the ropes again, anyway, so he didn't even try. I looked out the cloudy window in the back. As I did, I saw his dog running away.  Then I heard the man shout, "No!  Sparky, come back!"  The first thing I thought was, why "Sparky?" The dog did not come back, even with his persistence in the pursuit of his dog.  I tried to open the doors to the van, but they were all  locked. Then I saw him running back. He opened the door, got inside, put his keys into the transmission, and started to drive again. A long half hour later, we finally stopped somewhere.  He looked at me with those frightening eyes, then Don hit me over the head with something hard.  I must've passed out because I have no idea what happened next.