Countdown

Chapter Eleven

Sam slowly opened his eyes. He was lying on a bed in a...hotel room?

"He's awake! He's awake!!!" An excited voice called. Sam struggled to see who the heck was talking.

"Chill, Justin. He's just a kid, not like a celebrity," another voice responded. As Sam slowly sat up and adjusted his eyes, he saw two men standing in front of him. He took in their appearances.

One was tall with short, blonde hair and sky-blue eyes. The other one was a few inches shorter and had dark, brown hair and cocoa colored eyes.

"W-who are you?" Sam asked, shakily. His heart raced. What were they planning to do with him?

Blondie chuckled slightly and mussed up Sam's hair.

"You know that doesn't answer my question," Sam said, getting some courage.

"Kid, you don't need to know anything but THIS."

Sam suddenly felt him being sucked into the man's blue eyes. He struggled to look away but it was impossible to look away from those eyes.

"You are going to destroy your friend, Philip, and NOTHING will stop you. Understand?" Blondie asked, gently but firmly.

"N-Yes. Yes," Sam said, confidently.

"Good. Now, when I snap my fingers, you will fall asleep and when you wake up, you will not remember ANYTHING that just happened," Blondie said.

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Just when Barry was about to snap his fingers, Justin jumped in.

"Ooh, ooh! Can I snap my fingers?"  He asked, eagerly.

"Ugh, okay, fine," Barry said, reluctantly.

Justin grinned like a kid getting some ice cream. He took a deep breath and snapped his fingers.

Sam immediately fell asleep on the bed.

"Aww, he looks so cute," Justin cooed, which earned him a slap in the face from Barry.

"C'mon, man. We have to get this kid back before anyone notices that he's gone," Barry said, grabbing one of the arms of the boy.

Justin took hold of the other arm and they both headed down to the lobby. Once they were in the lobby, a young man came up to them.

"Is, uh, he, uh, okay?" He asked Justin and Barry, pointing towards the sleeping boy in their arms.

"Huh? Oh, oh, yea, yea, he's, uh, fine. Did a bit too much drugs...heh," Barry said, nervously.

The stranger slowly nodded his head, and headed towards the elevator.

"C'mon!" Barry said, urgently. They both headed outside in the cold night air.

It was approximately 2:27 A.M when they reached Sam's house.

Barry and Justin looked at the house, wondering how to get the boy back in.

"Well, the ladder is still there...maybe we can somehow take him up there...?" Justin suggested.

"How?" Barry asked, desperately. "He's waaay too heavy."

"We can try?" Justin asked.

"Ugh," Barry said, rubbing his temples. "Let's try."

They took the boy out of the car and Barry grabbed him by the waist and started up the ladder.

"What do I do?" Justin asked, eager to help.

"You just...just...stay there in case we...we...fall," Barry said, out of breath. He was half way up the ladder.

"OK," Justin said, and stood at the bottom of the ladder.

Somehow, Barry made it to the top.

Thank god the window is still open, he thought as he dumped the boy in the room. Barry jumped into the room and dragged the boy to his bed. He pulled the covers over him and smiled mischeviously.

Barry, already exhausted, began his ascent down the ladder. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and whiteness began to cover his sight.

"Look...out...below..." He managed to say before he blacked out.