Torn

Chapter 4

The atmosphere seemed to get colder as we rode closer into the west side of town. I looked around as my kidnapper rode his bike towards this old abandoned warehouse. It was surrounded by an electrical fence that was at least 10 feet tall and had barbed wire at the top of it. There were two more men waiting for us at the main gate, each of them wearing all black with red bandanas on their heads. One of them was very well built with long dirty blonde hair that hung just beneath his shoulders. He had a square kind face with hard bluish eyes that told me he meant business. The other guy was shorter with multicolored hair, strange face paint and a very skinny body. They looked really strong too, with broad chests and muscular arms. They walked up to the motorcycle I was on with sinister smiles on their faces.

"You actually got her," the one behind me said. "Taker is going to be real pleased about this."

The guy that had me laughed and then hoisted me off of the bike and into his buddy's hands. It was the first time I saw his face. He was African American with a bald head and bruises all over his face. "Yeah, be careful though….she's a real fighter unlike her uncle."

They all laughed before the guy behind me put his hands on my shoulders. "Let's go toots, the boss has been waiting all night to see you."

I turned around and screamed at him, "My uncle is going to kick your boss's ass!"

The guy laughed as he cracked his hand, "You women never learn do you?"

Before I could react, I was struck in the back of the head making me fall and hit my head on the ground below. I was concious long enough to hear the other guy say, "Damn it Hunter! The boss told us not to harm her!"

Hunter laughed and then bent down and scooped me up into his strong arms. "She had it coming….and he said to keep her under control, Jeff. Besides I think Orlando here deserves a little revenge after her uncle and his pals roughed him up."

Jeff sighed as Hunter placed me over his shoulder and walked through the gate. I slowly lost consciousness as we got closer to the warehouse.

When I opened my eyes later on, I was sitting against a wall with my arms shackled above my head. There was tape over my mouth and my right ankle was shackled to a motorbike that was nearby. The ground was cold and dirty and I could smell a strong scent of gasoline in the area. In the distance I could hear a bunch of men talking, chains rattling, and motorcycle engines revving to life.

Just then, they all made their way over to me, forming a huge semicircle around me. My eyes widened in fear at the sight of all those motorcycles and the big dudes on them. They all were laughing and talking amongst themselves as if waiting for something. I spotted the guys who knocked out Kurt and Paul earlier standing nearby. They were watching me closely with smug looks on their faces. Boy what I would give to knock one of them out. How dare they put their hands anywhere on me! I couldn't help but wonder how John was feeling knowing I was in the hands of a bunch of biker guys.

A few moments later, the sound of a motorcycle even louder than the rest sounded from the entrance of the warehouse. My body tensed as the circle parted down the middle and a big buy riding the Harley, entered the room. I couldn't really see him at first since the bright light from his bike was blinding me. I closed my eyes and looked away as he parked it and then reeved the engine. His buddies cheered before he turned off the bike and got off of it.

I opened my eyes slowly and looked up at the guy who was slowly approaching me. It wasn't until he got close that I recognized him. It was the man I ran into in front of the school and boy did he look even more pissed off than he was when I first saw him. He had a thick chain hanging from around his neck, a black beater, and some form fitting jeans on his body. He had those same sunglasses on his face and wore that same hard look.

When he stopped in front of me, I started to feel my heart pounding in my chest. What did he want with me?

"So…we meet again…" he said. "I'm willing to bet that you have a lot of questions as to why I brought you here tonight."

I shifted a little as his friends snickered behind him.

"For starters, my boys here and the people of this town call me The Undertaker….leader of the biker gang and you my dear are in for the worst moments of your life."

His friends laughed as he got down on one knee in front of me. I started tearing up as he reached for my chin, grabbing it gently. "Then again…I could always keep you as my little pet too. I've always wanted my own cheerleader."

A couple tears fell from my eyes as he took off his sunglasses. His friends laughed as he stood up and started walking around the semicircle. "We now have something worth bargaining fellas! John Cena chose to mess with one of us, take our money, and now we have his niece."

They all cheered and reeved their engines before he turned and looked at me. "I'll keep the girl with me. As for you three, Rock, Austin, and Hunter…I want you to pay Mr. Cena a visit. I'm sure he'll want to know where his precious niece is."

I shrieked when he came back and yanked my bow from my hair. He tossed it to Hunter with a laugh, "And take this with you."

They nodded in unison before hopping on their bikes and riding out of the warehouse.

"Do you think John will find her before he can answer the challenge?" Jeff asked.

The Undertaker chuckled, "I highly doubt it since she'll be with me the entire time."

"This place is a little rough for a kid boss."

He laughed, "I'm not keeping the girl here…she'll be at my house hidden from everyone."

"Including your wife?" Jeff asked.

"Yes including her. I can't involve her with this at all," He said. "Now stop questioning me."

He turned and looked at me sternly. "Now,
If I hear a peep out of you, I'll make sure your uncle never sees your pretty face again. Understood?" he said.

I nodded before he ordered his boys to unshackle me. He then removed the tape from my mouth and roughly grabbed my arm pulling me along to come with him. I stopped and pulled my arm from his grip.

"I can walk myself you know," I snapped.

He looked back at me with a sneer, " Did I not tell you not to talk?"

I folded my arms, "You did, but I refuse to let some beefed up biker boy treat me like a piece of meat."

He raised an eyebrow, "So you've got claws... Well that's fine with me kitten... Keep scratching and I'll break them off"

"Hop on the bike." He said.

I looked at the bike and then back at him. "I-I've never-"

"I said get on!" he snapped and I did without hesitation. This man looked as if he could fold me in two and I really didn't want to be on his bad side. I held onto the area in front of me as he got on the bike right behind me. He reached around my sides and turned the bike on making me jump.

"Just relax." He said before reeving the engine and getting us out of the building. I was really scared for my life but more angry at the fact that John had gotten me into some shit…