Mr Bucko's Psycho Circus

Chapter 2

The sound of yelling woke Rebecca. She grumbled angrily, assuming that either her parents or Max and Eric were arguing. Her window was most likely open, because she felt absolutely freezing. She reluctantly opened her eyes, but Rebecca didn't see the familiar lavender walls, didn't feel her soft pillow under her head and didn't smell the roses that sat neatly on her desk in a beautifully decorated vase. She saw a small, dirty room filled with other people, felt the cold floor and a bug running over her leg, and smelt a horribly strong smell, which she assumed was a mix of alcohol, cigarette smoke, vomit, weed and iron. Iron or blood.

Looking down at her legs, she noticed a thin red jacket. It certainly wasn't hers, so she assumed that it was one of the other people's. Shivering, shaking and holding back tears, she listened to what the yelling was about.

"I don't know who you are, but you better let us the fuck outta here! My brother's a cop, you're so fucking dead, you got that?" A man, maybe 26 or so, was being held back by two other people, another man and a woman.

A man stood infront of the yelling gentleman, a smirk on his face. His arms were crossed and he didn't react when the man yelled at him. "Sorry sunshine, no can do." The man being held back panted angrily and tried to lunge at the smug looking man, but was held back by the other two. The smirking man laughed at this and said, "Should've attended all those anger management sessions your therapist told you to go to, huh, Gabby?"

The man didn't even bother asking where he got that information - it was evident that the smirking man and whoever else had taken everyone had their ways to get what they wanted, when they wanted. "It's Gabriel."

"Gabriel Collins - he always has had trouble controling his temper, eh?" The still smirking man nudged the woman that was holding Gabriel, who scowled at him. "Oh, and look, our little friend is awake!" He cried, gazing at Rebecca, who was hiding in the corner of the room, terrified, with only beetles and ants for company. Everyone instantly turned their attention towards the young girl that had been unconscious for hours.

"Leave her alone." The other man who was holding Gabriel ordered. This seemed funny to the smirking man, who laughed and walked over to him. The smirking man gazed at him thoughtfully for a few moments before raising his eyebrows and saying,

"Mitchell Anderson, right?"

"Might be, might not be. And you?" The man answered sarcastically, obviously not in the right mood for giving out his name to some random stranger that had taken part in kidnapping them.

This obviously displeased the smirking man, because he frowned and got really close to Mitchell. "Listen here, Mitchy. This isn't a game. You want to live, you play by my rules. Got that?" He growled. He glared at Mitch angrily.

"Yes." Mitch whispered nervously, obviously intimidated now. The smirking man seemed satisfied, but still, he shoved Mitch, causing the man to fall to the floor. Gabriel instantly shoved the woman away from him, rushed to the smirking man and grabbed his neck.

"Calm the fuck down, Gabriel!" The woman hissed, though she didn't move, and her face showed an apprehensive expression.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Gabriel growled, shoving the smirking man, who was now panicking, against a wall.

"Victor!" The used-to-be-smirking-but-now-is-scowling man screamed, trying to pull Gabriel's hands away from his neck. A tall, buff man ran into the room. He had shaving cream on his face.

"What is it?" The man, who seemed to be called Victor, barked. When he noticed Gabriel strangling the smirking man, he rushed over to him and threw Gabriel to the ground effortlessly.

"Thanks.." The smirking man gasped, touching his neck and wincing. However, his relieved look turned into a scared grimace when he saw Victor scowling at him.

"Clarence, you told me you could handle it!" Victor said angrily. The smirking man, or Clarence, cowered, gazing up at Victor, and whimpered,

"I can! Just because this stupid asshole has anger issues, it doesn't mean I'm not capable!"

"Really?" Victor scoffed, looking amused.

"Yes, I can!" Clarence snapped loudly. Victor leaned down to get to Clarence's height.

"First of all," Victor spoke calmly. "Do not yell at me. Second.." Suddenly Victor slapped Clarence, before standing up and walking away without a word. Everyone stared at Clarence, shocked. Clarence didn't seemed too surprised, because he instantly stood up straight, turned and shouted at everyone,

"What you all staring at?!" Everyone quickly looked away and Clarence stormed out the room, slamming the door shut and locking it.

"She's awake." Rebecca heard the woman who had held Gabriel back say, and the woman walked over to her.

"Hello..?" Rebecca squeaked nervously

"Hey sweetheart." The kind looking woman replied, sitting down beside her. The woman had dark skin and brown, curly hair, with sharp hazel eyes. She looked like she was going to cry but she wrapped an arm around Rebecca gently. "I'm Nala. What's your name?"

"Rebecca." Rebecca mumbled nervously, gazing up at Nala.

"Hi Becca." Nala chatted. "That's Gabriel and Mitch," She pointed to Gabriel then Mitch. "That's Jack, Thomas, Leah, Nancy and Victoria."

Rebecca could only nod. Her throat was so dry and her head was aching.

"You're um, bleeding a little bit. Are you feeling okay?" Nala gently touched Rebecca's head, and showed her the crimson liquid on her finger.

She wanted to say that yes, all things considered, she was okay, but she couldn't. Rebecca whimpered and shook her head, holding onto Nala's arm as tightly as she possibly could. Nala was silent for a moment, looking down at the young girl, before she looked up at the others and called,

"Uhm, does anyone have any water, or-??" Everyone was silent.

"Hey, dipshit!" Gabriel suddenly yelled, banging on the metal door loudly. "The kid's thirsty."

"Like that's going to work." A young man called Thomas scoffed. Surprisingly, the door opened, but it was not Clarence. It was a familiar face, curly brown hair, freckles everywhere. Rebecca knew she'd seen him before, but where from, she had no clue. His outfit didn't provide any help, because he wore an oversized blue hoodie, sweatpants and trainers.

"See the kid, you sick fuck?" Gabriel snarled, stomping up to the man and pointing at Rebecca, who was desperately trying to keep her eyes open.

The man did not answer, he just looked at Gabriel.

"You speak English??" Gabriel hissed. Still, no answer. Gabriel visibly began to get even more frustrated, and Mitch quickly stood up, ready to restrain Gabriel if the other man irritated him.

"Please. She's ill." Nala called desperately, hugging Rebecca tightly.

The man still did not respond, he just gazed at them all silently, much to Gabriel's annoyance.

"Jules, what are you doi-" Clarence, looking confused, walked into the room and froze when he saw everyone else. The two were not the same height, Clarence was tall and Jules was very short, and both looked pale and anxious. "Let's..let's go.." Clarence mumbled, gently grabbing Jules' wrist.

"The kid isn't well," Gabriel growled. "Now if you both could find it in your cold ass hearts, could we have some damn water?!"

"Let's go." Clarence said quickly, and not letting Jules protest, he practically dragged him out the room and slammed the door.

Everyone was silent, confused and angry, hungry and tired. Gabriel's face was red with anger. He was breathing heavily, fists clenched, teeth gritted. He was looking down, and everyone was staring at him.

"Gabriel..Gabriel, calm down.." Mitch whispered cautiously, stepping back with both of his hands up.

The last thing Rebecca saw was Gabriel spin around and punch Mitch in the face, before her eyes shut and she fell unconscious.