The Wild Revolver (Under Editing)

CHAPTER 3| The kidnapper

Danger has its way of luring people into its trap. It's eyes are filled with wonder which channels endless confusion. It's face is a shining jewel, which will divert your sight to it immediately. And when its hands grip you, it will never let go. It will dish you into a perplexing never-ending journey.

     It all began this way:

     A cold and misty evening. At our duplex and detached house, we were all seated in the dining room, around the table on which we would take our usual supper. This time it was my father's turn to prepare food.And who said men can't prepare delicious foods? Well, I know nobody ever said anything like that to my father.

     I dipped my spoon into the never-ending rice and beans. Then I pulled it out and shoved it into my mouth so that the warmth and sweetness filled in me.

     "I see everyone is enjoying my food," father said. Everyone nodded. He explained that he had his food in the kitchen and would eat later. His job at the dining table at that time was to look through his phone.

     "Papa, I got an A today at school."

     "Good!" father said. "And what about your elder sister? Your elder brother told me about his experience."

     "I had it fine," I said.

     "But you do know that I'll ground you because I found your window broken," he said.

     "It wasn't my fault. Those wretched town boys are the ones who threw the stone at me," I said. I had not yet gone to my room.

     "Oh, so now you're double grounded," he said.

     "For what?"

     "For using insulting language and for keeping it a secret."

     "What insulting language did I use?"

     "I can remember you saying 'wretched', that is insulting," he said. I felt cross, and I had to excuse myself.

     "I'm not hungry anymore," I said. I walked across the dining room, and felt that everyone was just gawking at me. The two younger brothers I had as my siblings and my parents. That summed up to my family.

I got to my room and locked the door behind me. And as usual, I sat on my bed. It was only that this time I felt cross. I went through my drawer and found my phone gone, and I groaned out of irritation. What a family I had!

     My eyes were on the bulb that lit my entire room. I imagined myself as Superman, a man who would fly to as far as he wanted, where he wanted. I wished I were Superman.

     All of a sudden, the lights went out. I could hear my father complaining, and I smiled. I knew he had been using the Internet.

     There would be no reading of a novel tonight with the lights out no matter how addictive Clive Cussler's books were.

     As I crept into my sheets, I saw someone knocking onto my window.

     Dark and almost scary, the figure stared through the window. With all the street and house lights 'dead', there was no telling of who or what lurked out there.

     "Who are you?" I asked.

     "It doesn't matter." It was a hoarse masculine voice. "Open the window."

     "But I don't know you-"

     "I said open it now," he commanded.

     Almost jumping in fear I mouthed, "Okay, okay."

      Slowly, he crept into the room and abruptly, pulled my arm.

     "Hey, what are you doing?" I asked.

     "You and I have to go and rescue the others," he said.

     I was confused.

     "Who are the others?"

     "Stop kidding, and just come with me."

     "If you kidnap me, I swear I'll scream."

     "Don't waste my time, and just come with me before the police override the E.M.P."

     He pulled my hand harder but I did not relent. I forced myself back, and struck of his gut with my knee. Not shaken, he pulled out a can of perfume and sprayed it on my face. I was about to scream when I dizziness overwhelmed me and cause me to fall onto the ground. Well, that's one way to kidnap a person. The man took me over his shoulder and walked down the ladder he had put against the wall. And just then, my eyes fell closed.