Kidnapped

Chapter Three (everything not 1d related)

Chapter 3: 1:43 AM, Naperville IL, THE SCHOOL

    “We need to get out of here!” I tried to whisper but my voice cracked.

    “Well duh!” Kayla said. I would have laughed if we weren’t in a life or death situation.

    “Let’s take the elevator to the library,” I said. The idea seemed too risky, but i couldn’t think of anything else at that moment.

    “There’s no way i’m going back out in the hallway,” Kayla gasped for breath. She was literally shaking.

    “We have to,” I said. “Look for something we could use as a weapon.” I didn’t feel like moving, i really wanted to crumple to the floor.

    “Roxy!” Kayla pointed to the old turtle.

    “Kayla!” I shouted. She shrugged. I looked around the room for something-anything. I looked at the chalkboard and my eyes moved to the yard stick. I crouched down and ran to the chalkboard. When I stood back up, I saw Kayla had grabbed the hard paper-weight. At least both of our brains were kind of working.

    “Don’t say a word,” She said as I stuck my head out of the door. The hallway was pitch black- too bad we didn’t have a light, like of a phone. I waited for a bang and for me to be dead- I wondered what dying would feel like.

    “Come on!” Kayla grabbed my arm and headed for the elevator. I didn’t turn my head.

    The elevator was only for carrying big things or for crippled people. I felt so lucky when it’s door opened- I expected the killer to be in it with a huge chain saw, but it was empty. Just when we were in it and the door was closing, I heard a shout echo down the hallway.

    “Press the button!” Kayla shouted in my ear. Of course, she was the one closer to the buttons.

    The ride down to the first floor was the first time we had gotten to catch our breaths. I wiped my tears and didn’t know what else to do but hug Kayla. She was crying, too.

    “Are we going to die?” I said through sobs.

    “I hope not,” Kayla said. I shook my head.

    Before I knew it, the door opened. I knew the killer was already down here. I didn’t want to move, but Kayla pulled me out. We reached the small library and hid behind the bean bag chairs. They were very tiny- we didn’t really fit. I thought about my whole family and how much they would miss me.

    Marisa saw him first. She nudged me, and even in the dark I could see the fear in her large eyes.

    We gripped our weapons as he came closer. He saw us...there was no where to hide. When they were about two feet away I realized that the only thing I had been thinking about while we were hiding was my coach, Eric. Which was kind of sad....

    But cheer was my life! I mean, I couldn’t help it. He was so close I could see him more clearly now, and to my dismay Marisa jumped up and swung her stick. It actually his him in the head, but then he grabbed Marisa and swung her around and into a book of shelves, and my mouth dropped as the shelf fell on top of her.

    She was moving, trying to get it off. Thank god...she was still alive. And almost out of the shelf.

    Dang. My eyes widened as he came for me, and I threw the paper weight but I threw like a girl and he dodged it easily. Why couldn’t I be my brother!?

    I stood up and moved backwards, him following me. Think...what would Alex Rider do? Punch the jerk until he died. But I couldn’t do that.