Risk

Chapter 1: The Kidnapping

Thomas

Thomas took a look around the city. It was night, leaving the place to light up. Hetfield. A beautiful city. Only at night though. Thomas took out a cigarette from his coat and lit it up. He gave a small sigh, and leaned on a wall, watching others walk by. Pushing back his black, curly hair, he glared at some of the males that passed him. He awaited his dealer, Mark.

As soon as he started walking, Mark pushed Thomas back to the wall. "You were supposed to wait, dumbass," The dealer said, giving a backpack to Thomas. "Where's the money?" He asked, and Thomas handed it over quickly. Mark and Thomas went their separate ways after the trade was inconspicuously made. Thomas made his way to his favourite bar, The Disfigured Sphere. Or more commonly known as The Potato.

When he got to The Disfigured Sphere, he glanced around, clutching the backpack close. Thomas gave a sigh to himself, "Shit."

A man made his way to Thomas. "So, where were you?" The man asked.

"Aye, James," Thomas acknowledged, forcing out a smile. He wiped his free hand on his pant leg, suddenly feeling nervous. "Just... Traffic."

James glared at Thomas. "Bullshit. There was no traffic, you lying bastard." His words were cold and harsh. The man pushed past Thomas, "You best check for any extra chemicals."

Thomas turned around, "Okay, okay. Look, I'm sorry-" He glared at James, watching him walk away. "Impatient bastard," he muttered under his breath.

A woman walked up to Thomas. "So, what's up with you?" She asked him.

"What? Nothing. I'm fine." He said, taking a step back, eyeing the girl.

The woman stepped closer. "I know something's up."

"It's none of your business," Thomas took another step back.

"Listen, I'm just trying to be friendly," She told him.

"Intimidating is what you are right now." Thomas took a side step away from the girl and started to make his way out of the bar. He turned around to see the girl staying put. He left the bar and as he put the bag over his shoulder, Thomas sighed and reached for his wallet. 'It's not there.' He thought, a slight moment of panic. 'Shit. Keisha will kill me.'

Thomas glared at the ground, "I only know one good pickpocket. Piece of shit, James." He rolled his eyes, as he knew there wasn't much in the wallet anyway. The wallet and a smashed tracking device landed on the ground in front of him. The tracking device was Keisha's way of finding Thomas. Thomas stopped, and looked at the wallet. He glanced up. "What the actual fuck?..." he said as he bent down to pick it up.

James was above Thomas, on his balcony. The man leaned over his balcony and yelled down to Thomas, "Yo Thomas, the fuck happened to ya money?"

Thomas bent down to pick up the wallet, yelling back up at James, "You Bastard! Give me my FUCKING-" He was cut off by a chloroform doused cloth covering his mouth, and struggled to get the hand off his mouth. Shortly after, he passed out.

*****

Kristine

 After making him pass out, she grabbed the body and put him in the back of her car, which was next to her. A man landed in front of her. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!" He yelled at her. Kristine grabbed her knife and stabbed the man in the gut. He stood there, ignoring the blow. James grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, "Fuck that stings."

Kristine stood up and stabbed the man in the back of the neck. He ripped the knife out and threw it right by the lady's head, barely missing. "Gah!" He yelped, spitting out some blood. James fell to his knees. In a last attempt to protect him, he grabbed the lady's hand and broke her arm, bending it backwards. "You bitch." Was all the man had to say.