Taken (A Chandler Riggs kidnap story)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

For a few milliseconds Chandler froze. Then his survival instincts kicked in and he tried to pull the intruder’s hand away from his mouth, which wasn’t easy because his attacker had put his second arm around Chandler’s waist and tried to press his arms to his side. The boy panicked as the person started dragging him backwards. He kicked and scratched and finally managed to bite the large hand covering his mouth. Sadly this measure had no effect at all, because the intruder was wearing a thick glove.

It even made things worse because the attacker moved the big hand upwards a little, now also covering his nose, gripping even tighter than before. Chandler panicked even more now because he wasn’t able to breathe anymore and kicked his right foot upwards hard. As soon as he heard his attacker screaming and losing his grip on the boy Chandler knew he had succeeded. From the sound of the scream and the strength the intruder showed it was clearly a man and he must have hit his shinbone or maybe even his balls, he wasn’t sure. He took the opportunity and pulled strongly at the arms clutching his body. As the man was still struggling to recover from the surprising pain, Chandler eventually managed to break free.

 Chandler staggered and didn’t even turn around to get a look at his attacker. “SOMEBODY HELP!!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, his teenboy-voice breaking, hoping naively that some neighbor might hear him. He ran back to the stairs, aiming to get to his room, because he knew there had to be a second person -  the “bell-ringer” - somewhere, either outside the main door or back in the garden.

“Ugh, come back here you little shit!”, Chandler heard the man screaming angrily, just as he reached the bottom of the stairs. Suddenly an ear-deafening BANG sounded through the house, which startled the young actor so much it made him trip and fall down hard, hitting the stairs hard with his chin.

Not once did Chandler think about the possibility that the man might have a gun, in his panic he just acted out on instinct. He knew what gun shots sounded like, not only did they use real bullets on set on a few rare occasions but he also went to shooting range once in a while. Before Chandler was able to push himself up again, the man was right by his side, pressing the head of the gun to his temple. “Now you’re fucked, you son of a bitch!”.

Chandler whimpered. He could feel that the metal of the gun was still warm from shooting out a bullet only seconds before. He had never been so scared in his whole life. He forced himself to speak, his voice shaking “Please… why are you doing this, what do you want?” “Shut up!” snapped the man, who put one of his knees on Chandler’s back and pressed hard. “Aaah, please..” It hurt. “One more sound and I’m gonna fucking blow your brains out boy, do you understand me?” Chandler forced himself to not cry out again, which was difficult because his body was not only squeezed but also painfully pressed against the edges the stairs.

The man moved a bit and a few seconds later he started talking, presumably into a phone. “Hey, I got him. Come and bring all the equipment. I want this to go down smoothly.” The young actor panicked once again. Which equipment was the man talking about? Who was he talking to? His thoughts were brought to an end when the man grabbed him by the hair with the gun-free hand a few moments later and pulled him up roughly. “Aaaah!” It hurt so much.

“What did I tell you about making any sounds?” Tiny tears, caused by pain but also anger, were starting to form in Chandler’s eyes. As the man forced him to look up to the ceiling by still pulling on his hair, the tip of the gun now pressing against the lower part of his chin, the boy finally caught a glimpse of the man’s head, who was a lot bigger than himself. He was wearing a black hood with only four small holes for eyes, nose and his mouth.

 They had been standing there like that for a few moments when Chandler heard sounds coming from the garden. The man turned around, facing the back door, dragging the boy with him. Even though it caused him more pain Chandler managed to pull his head down a little, now being able to see more than just the ceiling. A second man was entering the house, still adjusting the hood to his face, meaning he had probably only put it on shortly before. In one hand he was holding a bag. “What the fuck, I said bring ALL the equipment! How are we supposed to get him out of the house unnoticed otherwise?” The man holding Chandler sounded furious. “Don’t freak out, me and Viper will be bringing it in a sec. It would have looked suspicious if we had moved around the house with it. Besides, someone still has to watch out for his people or neighbors.” Chandler’s captor snorted, “Yeah, right. Tell him to drive up to the front of the house, but leave his mask, yeah, someone might see him put it on. I’ll make the little bitch face the wall. Tell him to take watch again as soon as you’re done.”

The other man unlocked the main door and left and Chandler was jerked around to face the opposite wall. Chandler was shaking uncontrollably now. He wasn’t even ashamed to be scared anymore, he just didn’t want to be taken, and it seemed like that’s what the guys were planning to doing. He thought about pleading to his captor once again but didn’t want to risk it. His eyes were darting around, hoping to find anything to help him get out of this mess but with the gun to his chin, what could he really do? Probably about two or three minutes later he heard ruffling noises coming from the entrance, steps and some mumbling.

Chandler’s captor moved a bit. “Now get the fuck out of here Viper and keep an eye on the street! We can handle this little maggot”. ‘Viper’ grunted an okay and left, the second man closing the door behind him. Chandler was finally spun around and when he saw what had been placed on the floor he felt like throwing up. It was a very large animal box.