Bait

III

I was sweating and I was panting. My legs had never worked so hard in my life, two pathetic sessions at the gym years ago had definitely not prepared me for the run of my life. Hearing the sound of my sneakers smacking the cement walkway and the heavy pounding of the boots behind me, I knew they were starting to advance on me.

"M-Mum, someone's following me," I barely was able to breath out.

Wiping the sweat from my forehead I rounded the corner and ran down another small city street as I barely held onto my phone that was stuck to my ear.

Before I could talk to Mum again, my body was forcefully pushed and I collapsed to the ground with a loud thud.

With my face taking majority of the fall, my nose and chin felt like they were on fire. My eyes closed but I willed myself to open them so I find my phone.

Moving my neck slowly around, I saw my phone helplessly laying in a million pieces. "M-Mum," I all but whispered at what might have been my last call with her.

Turning my head to the other side, a pair of heavy mens boots were directly in my line of sight. Now I had been chased, pushed over and they just destroyed my phone. I'll admit I was scared of whoever this man was but I was also furious.

"What. The. Hell," I bittered out in agony.

Straining my neck some more, I came face to face with a very large man, actually large was an understatement for this guy. He was extraordinarily tall, at least six foot five and even though it was dark I could see he had muscles popping out of his shirt. This guy most definitely did not miss arm day at the gym.

Eventually my eyes travelled to his face and despite the lack of street lighting I could see he was sporting a very creepy smile which instantly made my stomach churn. Stopping myself from throwing up I used my hands and upper body to attempt to get up.

Pulling myself from the ground, the man stepped forward as I pathetically told the man to get away from me.

Looking past the large man, I saw the other guy beside the SUV smirking at me. Taking a large step back I turned to the side to face the house we were outside of and as loudly as I could, screamed for help.

A mere three seconds of me screaming was stopped when a hand was violently smacked onto my face to silence me. Coming face to face with this huge man I shuddered, he looked angry and I swore I saw steam coming out of his ears.

His muscles looked like they were pulsing and his veins were popping out of his head. It seemed like his black t-shirt was seconds away from ripping to shreds.

Although I was petrified, my mind could only think about the fact that this guy resembled the Marvel's Incredible Hulk, he even had jet black hair to match.

Taking me away from my thoughts, the Hulk cleared his throat, "you definitely shouldn't have done that, pretty." I looked at the Hulk and felt the colour drain from my face before attempting to get out of his vice-like grip.

As I continued struggling, the other man approached us, "share the pretty one with me too buddy," he called as he made his way over. This guy was scrawny compared to the Hulk, however what he lacked in size he made up for in power as my eyes did not miss the silver handgun he held tightly in his right hand.

Before I could pass out or scream again the Hulk had picked me up, swung me over his shoulder and he was taking me with him towards the SUV.

I screamed out again while viciously pounding my fists against the Hulk's back but at the sound of my scream the Hulk laughed, "you're coming with us pretty and there is nothing you can do to stop it."