The Dead Killer

Chapter Three

"Do you wanna sit or continue walking?" Barry asks.
"I don't care." I reply.
He sits down and pulls me next to him.
"Are you feeling ok?" He whispers.
I nod. "Something just feels weird." I reply.
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"Something about being here...feels off." I reply.
"You're being paranoid. Please just relax. We're at the park. You and me. Enjoy it." He tells me.
I sigh.
Enjoy it. Enjoy it. Don't you think I'm trying?!
At least I didn't yell at him like that. I would have felt horrible if I did.
"Don't you think it would be strange if he faked his death anyway?" Barry asks.
I nod. "But I thought we were supposed to be relaxing right now."
He sighs. "The one time you listen."
I hit him playfully. "Hey! So not true."
He laughs and leads me to the grass and pulls me down to sit with him.
I laugh.
"See? You look a thousand times happier when you smile and laugh. I know that there's not much to smile about but I'm here with you, and we are together. That's enough to smile about." Barry says.
I nod. "It is."
Just then I feel hands behind me.
I got to scream but I am gagged.
"Hey!" Barry yells.
A man hits him across the face.
Barry tries to get up but is kicked down again.
Please just stop, Barry.
"What are you doing?" I try to ask the man. Then I remember I'm gagged.
I try to scream through it so maybe he'll take it off me so I can try to reason with him.
But I don't even know who this man is.
I groan and squirm in attempt to get him to take the cloth out of my mouth. He does.
"What do you want from us?" I ask.
He smiles.
I await an answer. I never get one.
"Well?" I ask.
Then he gags me again.
You've got to be kidding me.
I close my eyes for a moment and take a deep breath.
But then the world goes black as I am swollowed whole by darkness.

A/N: so who do you think kidnapped them?! What's gonna happen to them???