Countdown

Chapter Ten

Sam was sitting on his bed, reading an intruiging book called, The Maze Runner. A bunch of his friends were reading it and he decided to give it a shot. And, he really liked it.

"Sam! Get in bed!" Sam's mom called from downstairs.

"Ok!" He shouted back. He sighed, and reluctantly put the book away on his shelf. He was about to jump into his bed when he heard rapid knocking from the window.

Thinking that it was one of his friends, he rushed over to the window and opened it.

What happened next was a big surprise for poor Sam.

2 big people grabbed him, and before Sam could yell or scream, they stuffed a sweet smelling cloth onto his face.

Chloroform...

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"Uh, what do we do with him now?" Justin whispered to Barry. They were both holding the arms of the unconscious teenager.

"Hm. I actually didn't think this part through. I didn't know we were gonna even make it this far," Barry said, looking down at the boy.

Justin slapped his forehead. "Great, just great!"

"Hey! You try thinking up of a plan, genius." Barry said.

"Sam!" A feminine voice called. It was Sam's mother. And she was coming upstairs.

A look of horror spread across on both of the villians' faces.

Justin started to make frantic hand movements, and Barry had no idea what the heck his partner was trying to say.

"WHAT are you saying?" Barry hissed.

"Throw him out the window!"

"WHAT? Are you crazy?!" Barry almost forgot to keep his voice at a whisper.

"You got a better plan?" Justin asked, annoyed.

"YES! Put him on the bed, pull the covers over him, and she'll think he's sleeping," Barry said.

"Ohhh. You know, that actually is a better plan," Justin said, slowly nodding his head. Barry rolled his eyes.

The two men swiftly put Sam on the bed and pulled the covers over him. They both quickly hid behind the other side of the bed.

The door slowly creaked open.

"Sam?" His mother asked. Justin and Barry heard her footsteps come towards the bed.

"Aw," she cooed softly. They heard a noisy kiss.

 Then, after what seemed like forever, the mom walked to the door, and went outside. When the door clicked close, Barry and Justin jumped up.

"C'mon," Barry hissed.

They both went to the bed and grabbed each of Sam's arms.

They painfully dragged the boy to the window and then stood there trying to figure out how to take the boy with them down the ladder.

"Why can't we just throw him?" Justin suggested. Barry slapped his hand on his forehead.

"He's obviously gonna get killed!" Barry hissed.

"Right," Justin said, still pondering on what to do.

"Ok, how about you go first. Then, I'll hand the legs of him to you, and you hold on to them tight. Then I'll go and  take the rest of his body and hold that part and we could slowly go down the ladder." Barry explained.

"Uh, I'm not sure I get what you're saying," Justin said, looking confused. Barry sighed.

"Look, just get your body onto that stupid ladder, okay?" Barry said, annoyed.

Justin obeyed. He slowly climbed down the ladder.

"Ok, give me his legs!"

Barry looked out of the window.

"You IDIOT! You weren't supposed to go ALL the way down!" Barry shouted, forgetting to keep his voice low.

Barry clamped his hand over his mouth when he realized he spoke too loud. He quickly put the boy back in bed and hid behind the other side.

"Sam! Why are you shouting?" Sam's mother came rushing into the room.

Sam, of course, was knocked out at the moment and couldn't respond.

His mother was quite confused, because she was sure she had heard someone shout. A manly shout. And the only man, well close enough to a man, was Sam. And yet, here Sam was, in dreamworld.

Sam's mother didn't really think much of it. Her son was probably having a bad dream, so she gave him a little peck on the forehead and left his room.

"Barry?" Justin called from down.

Barry got up and looked out the window.

"You giving me those legs or not?" Justin asked.

Barry sighed.  "Look, this ain't working." he said.

"For the last time, JUST THROW HIM!" Justin shouted.

"NO!" Barry said, loudly.

But then he thought, how else am I gonna get the kid down there?

"Actuallllyyy, I think I'll do that," Barry said, dragging the boy out of bed.

"You can catch, right? You're not Butterfingers?" Barry asked, ready to heave the boy out the window.

"Yes! Though I do LOVE Butterfingers. You have some of-OOF!" The boy had landed right on Justin.

As soon as Barry had heard the word, 'yes', he threw the boy out the window, aiming right at Justin.

"You okay, buddy?" Barry asked, as he went down the ladder.

"You THINK I'M OKAY????" Justin yelled.

"A 100 POUND KID JUST LANDED ON ME FROM 50 FEET! DO YOU REALLY THINK I'M OKAY?" He shouted.

"Okay, chillax, bruh," Barry said, "people are gonna hear ya."

"FYI, I AM NOT OKAY, OKAY?" Justin said, angrily.

"Okay, Justin," Barry said, getting Sam up.

Justin got up, and brushed himself off. "People these days..." he muttered.

"C'mon, Justin. We have to get this kid to our place." Barry said. They both picked up Sam and headed towards their hotel.