When Roots Grow Too Far, You Just Have To Dig Deeper

Chapter Six: One Blooms With Beauty, The Other With Pain

Waking up after a long nap when you hadn't known you were asleep was surreal. Especially if you woke up on something really soft somewhere you would only see in movies. "Bloody hell....where am I?" Felix slowly sat up clutching his head, trying desperately to remember what happened. All he could grasp in his mind was something sharp, yelling, and not opening his eyes for a while. His eyes adjusted to the mostly dark area and looked towards a direction of light.

There was a shadow of a person on their knees digging with a small light from a lamp. "One person, a dark place, not remembering what happened.....not again." Felix was really not in the mood for ANOTHER kidnapping especially since he felt as horrible as he did. Slowly he stepped off what he now realized was a bed, and started to creep towards the person, which was difficult, since he could barely keep his balance. Felix tried to look around for a weapon but found none, which was strange, there's always a weapon nearby in a kidnapping. As Felix crept closer he tried to assure himself he wouldn't need a weapon, "they don't look THAT big," he thought.

Felix got close enough to the person and was about to lunge but- "Did The Rich Boy sleep alright?" -he was caught off guard. Felix didn't say anything and just tried to stand still, maybe they would think that they're hallucinating and he could still go in for an attack.

The person turned around and started dusting the dirt off their clothes, forearms, and hands. "It is rude to not answer Nugget."

Felix was overwhelmed with a sudden urge of panic, so much so, that he almost fell backwards out of shock. Luckily, Nugget grabbed his right arm and gently pulled forward, maintaining Felix's balance. "The Rich Boy is shaking, Nugget thinks the Rich Boy should sit down." Nugget, still holding his arm, led them back to where they started on the bed.

The two sat in silence, Felix on the bed and Nugget on a beanbag chair, until Nugget broke the silence. "Let us try this again, did the Rich Boy sleep well?"

"Okay look," Felix said when he finally regained most of his composure, "I don't know your exact reason for bringing me here, but the most anyone has ever gotten was three hundred thousand. I'm just telling you the truth here."

"......Nugget does not understand, three hundred thousand what?"

"Dollars! Three hundred thousand dollars!"

".....why would Nugget receive three hundred thousand dollars?"

"Because that's how much anyone has ever gotten for a ransom."

"Ransom?"

"Yes, that's how much my father is willing to pay for my return. You can take it or leave it."

"Nugget is not interested."

Felix felt his heart sink a little, "w-what does that mean? That you're "'not interested?'"

"Nugget means," he said walking back to the place he was digging, "that he doesn't want to return the Rich Boy." Felix just sat there in stunned silence.

"If the Rich Boy has any questions he can ask Nugget."

".......are you just going to keep me forever?! You- you can't do that! What's the point of that?! Buggs was right! You are dangerous! You're probably going to kill me now! That's what the list was for wasn't it?"