The Classified Files

File #2

Name: Brianne Marcelles

Age: 16

Height: 5’2

Relations/Siblings: Two younger sisters

Description: Blonde hair, blue eyes

            “Brianne! Can you drop by the grocery store and pick up a few eggs along with milk?” my mother called from the stairs.

            Groaning, I walked down the stairs and took the shopping list from her outstretched hand. “Fine, I’ll go,” I say as I head towards the front door.

            “Thanks hon, be safe!”

            “Alright mom, I’ll be back in about ten minutes.”

            As I opened the front door to let myself out, I checked to make sure that I had my wallet with me. No use in waking to the supermarket just to find that I hadn’t brought money. That would be embarrassing. The grocery store was maybe two blocks away from my house, so I took my time walking, hair whipping around my face and into my eyes.

            Up ahead on the sidewalk, leaves were rattling against the ground, rather frantically. I took no notice, loving the wind sweeping the trees and watching leaves gently flutter to the ground. I shivered suddenly. The air seemed cooler somehow, and the leaves rattling, more ominous. The sun was behind me, so I saw everything going on. The streets were strangely empty, and houses were dark and closed.

            A shadow moved quickly behind me. I whipped my head to look closer, but there was nothing there. My body tensed as I became more aware of my surroundings. A feather-like touch whispered just by my ear and along my neck. What was that? I turn around and see nothing. Panicking, I start to walk faster when I start hearing footsteps.

            “Who’s there?” I call out into the empty air. Nobody answers. All of a sudden, pattering footsteps sound out from behind me, and a well-defined shadow appears by mine. A hand clamps over my mouth and I bite it, tasting blood. The man lets go immediately and just scoops me up, with me thrashing around in his arms. He pulls on my hair to shut me up and then gags me, as well as tying a blindfold around my eyes.

            I stop moving, disoriented, and he takes advantage of my sudden stillness to throw me into a car. Slapping a rag over my nose, I have no choice but to breathe in. Slowly, I lose consciousness.