Enticing

Right where I want her

Enjoy the first chapter!

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Kelby

Sweat trickled down my forehead and I quickly rose my hand to wipe it away. Being the middle of October, the sweat was making me a bit chilly. I was wearing a pair of khaki skinnies and a green flannel shirt that I'd ended up taking from my brothers closet, that usually happens a lot. Most of my clothes are my brothers hammy-downs.

CRACK! Sounded the bat as it smacked the ball into the air. Luke let out a victorious yelp and took off running. My eyes located the ball, it was coming in my direction, so I began backing up. My glove was stuck up in the air and was opened as much as I could possibly open it. With a jump into the air, the ball smacked into my glove and I began  stumbling around.

"Second base, Kelby!" Yelled Jace as he pointed to second base, where Luke was hauling ass towards. Quickly I stepped forward and threw the ball towards second base. Josh caught the ball and Luke was out, just a few inches from the base when Josh caught it.

"You're out, sucker!" I yelled and threw my fist into the air. Luke glared at me and tossed up his middle finger. I put my hand over my heart and pretended to be offended.

"Is that game?" Josh asked as he took off his glove.

"Yeah, 25-17," Jace grinned while he put his hand up for a high five, in which I returned. My team had one, that wasn't very surprising though, we usually always one.

I pull off my glove and grab my bat into my arms and wave at the guys, "I'd better start walking, its getting late."

"I can drive you, Kelb." Jace says looking worriedly at me. I push the thought away with a swat of my hand.

"No don't worry about it. I'm fine. See you all tomorrow!" I put my hair up into a pony tail as I begin walking away. Its dark and cold outside, but I don't mind. I've always liked the cold better than the hot anyways.

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Flea

I've never kidnapped anyone before. So why am I standing here, peeking around the edge of a building, cigarette between my two fingers and watching this girl walk away from her friends? I have no idea.

Never in a million years did I think I'd ever have the audacity to do something like this. Its the whole 'proving that I can' thing, the 'what if?" Thing. It was curiosity. It merely because it was something I'd not experimented with yet.

Ill admit I'm not the smartest person out there. In fact, I'm probably the dumbest. I'm not someone to look up too, I'm not someone to "want to be like" when you're older. No, I suffer from many disorders that put me far away from that category. I have bipolar disorder, multi personality disorder, I'm a kleptomaniac, I'm currently in a manic depression, and the doctor once said that I was a sociopath. I would not disagree with any of those.

I flick the cigarette onto the ground and step on it as I quietly walk out of the ally. I have her right where I want her. In about a half a mile, she will pass by my car. But she won't be passing it...

No.

Because before she even gets near the car, I'll have her unconscious body limp in my arms. It will be easy, easy as pie, easy as 1 2 3, a slice of cake. I'll just take the bat out of her hands and hit her over the head, not hard enough to kill her, just hard enough to knock her out. She shouldn't scream if she's not sure whats even going on would she? At that moment, I wasn't worried about that. I just wanted to get this dirty deed over and done with.