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spacedogs - kidnapped

this is a story i was assigned to write for my english class, and since there was no subject or prompt yall already know i wrote about nigel and adam

but it ended up being two weeks after the due date and then i wrote six pages in two days so it's very very bad, but i havent written anything in like 12 years so... ah ha ha..... here's this

Adam was loved by the people in his life. He was cared for by his dad, who he lived with, and he was cared for by his neighbor Beth, who lived below them, and that was the extent of his social life. He went to work, stayed away from his coworkers, and came home. He would say hello to Beth when he came in, and then he would go to his apartment and say hello to his dad. He would shower and get dressed in his at-home clothes, and then he would eat his mac and cheese. He would watch one episode of the Discovery Channel, and then it would be bedtime. He would get up, change into his pajamas, and lay down to sleep at the exact same time as the night before. He was happy that way. 

Today was no different for him. He got out of his best friend Harlan's van and thanked him for the ride home, like he did every day after work. As he worked his way up the steps to the front door of the apartment building, he thought about how exhausted he was today. There was tiredness in his bones, and he thought about whether or not he should change his schedule - just for today - so that he could go to sleep a bit earlier. He could change his schedule once a month, something he had maintained since early on in his childhood, and he hadn't in nearly three. Without hesitation he took his key from his pocket and slid it in the lock, the sound of the notches lining up familiar and satisfying to his stress-full brain. Today at work he was assigned to be the tour guide to a group of elementary students, leading them around the planetarium where he worked. He was an extraordinary rocket scientist, but when he was denounced to the jobs of rookies it frustrated him because he didn't have the first clue as to how to interact with them. 
   
He sighed through his nose, small but relieving, and shut the door before heading upstairs. With each step he took, he counted in his head, another trait he couldn't explain but one that he couldn't function without. After twelve, he was on Beth's floor. He made his way to her door and knocked, unusually excited to see her after today's social responsibilities. She opened in one minute and fifteen seconds, less than yesterday but more than on Sunday. 
   
"Hello, Beth," he spoke softly. "How are you doing today?"
   
Beth smiled, a smile that was always full of pity that Adam was blind to. "Hi Adam. I'm doing just fine today. How are you?" she spoke, as if she was speaking to a fragile child. Adam paid no mind to it, but his dad hated it. His dad knew that it was because she knew he had Aspbergers and felt like it was her duty to make him feel coddled. 
   
"I'm doing okay now that I'm home, but at work I was overwhelmed because there was a group of kids and I didn't know how to talk to them and they were asking me questions that didn't matter to what I was showing them but I answered them anyways and I wanted to be alone in my office again," he said in one sentence. He had always been one for run-ons, and Beth always cringed at his mannerisms - this time especially because she was an elementary teacher herself. 
   
"Great, Adam," she said, her cheery undertones completely lacking. "Well, you better get home then. To feel better," she urged, closing the door slowly.
   
"Okay, goodbye Beth. I'll see you tomorrow," he smiles, happy to have talked to his friend. He turns back to the stairwell and heads up the last set of steps to his own apartment. Three, Four, Five, Six. As he reaches the last step and stands on the landing that leads to his floor, he finds himself being shoved against the brick wall by a stranger that forces his hand over Adam's mouth. His eyes widen, and his head cracks against the wall with a heart trembling sound that simply cannot result in anything other than a concussion. The stranger's other hand reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a rag soaked in chloroform before he smothers it in Adam's airways. His eyes widen impossibly more, as he loses his orientation and begins to be unable to keep himself alert, and then he finally sees black.