Ransom: A One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer Kidnapping Story

Michael: The American Idiot

Michael: The American Idiot

 

Finally the girl who had the shift after me arrived, and I was out of there faster than a cheetah. As much as I didn't mind my job working in the hair dye kiosk, I wanted to get home as fast as I could everyday. We didn't get many customers, and when we did, it was usually just a bunch of kids from school teasing me about it.

My family wasn't doing very well when it came to money. My dad has struggled with jobs so much that he ended up at a fast food place, and my mom had two jobs that weren't making her enough money as it was. I lived with them along with my younger brother and sister, both of whom were still in primary school, so I got a job I could do after school and be home in time for a late dinner and to go to bed. My shift was at three o'clock every day until nine o'clock at night. Lucky enough for me, we weren't the most popular kiosk, usually only for teen girls who thought they were punk rock or wanted to stand out in the crowd bought from us.

Of course, as I mentioned earlier, a lot of kids from my school liked to hang out at the mall, especially on Fridays, and they always came over to the kiosk and made fun of me, and I tried to ignore it and focus on my homework, but it was hard. I didn't have many friends at school, they were all older and out of the school now. But I tried to be care free as much as possible and pretended that those bullies didn't hurt me.

I took the usual route home from the mall, obviously I didn't have a car, and I hated bicycles, so I preferred walking. I knew our town was sketchy, especially at that time of night, but that never seemed to frazzle me. I wasn't worried about criminals lurking around the corners or in the dark. I've seen enough not to be phased.

I turned down a dirt road, shortcut, and turned another corner to see the brickwall that led to an alley and beyond that another turn. This was an easy shortcut, but usually people from school hung out around here, so I always checked to make sure that the shortcut was usable. Surprisingly on this Friday night it was, so I headed down it.

As I strolled down the block, it was an eerie, quiet night. Usually you could hear the sounds of kids my age shouting or screeching cars, but for some reason, none of those sounds were heard. It was an unusual night, and that got me a bit more worried than I usually would be.

I picked up my pace and nearly ran across the opening to the alley, but something, or should I say someone, stopped me and I stumbled into his strong arms that automatically got a grip on me, pulling me into the alleyway with his arm around my chest and his knife on my neck.

I nearly screamed, but I knew that if I did, I would be screwed.

The man's raspy, worn out voice was like nails on a chalkboard to my ears. "Did you know that there's a nerve on your neck that if I cut through the whole left side of your body would be paralyzed?"

As I shook my head the knife dug a little deeper into my skin on my neck and my breathing became staggered. "What was that?"
"N-no," I spoke.

After one last agonizing push of the knife to my neck, he brought it to his pocket, but took out something else.

"Tell me, do you know what chloroform is? Two of the others didn't but one of them did."

I shook my head, I knew it was a chemical, but I didn't pay enough attention in science class to remember.

"What?" He snapped.

"No!" I shouted.

"I'm not surprised, you're just like those other kids." I squirmed a bit as I now realized what he was getting at, saying there were other kids that he kidnapped.

"Well, I'll tell you what it is. One whiff and you'll be unconscious for who knows how long."

He waved the disgusting smelling thing across my face and I gagged on the smell.

"Mmm, I love that sound."

The man brought the rag to my face I did what my instinct told me not to do: breathed.

 

I groaned as I sat up, feeling as though I was hungover, not really remembering what happened the night before with a major headache.

"Wha-? What the hell? Where am I?" I asked into the darkness panickedly. I could sense someone else in the almost pitch black room, and I gasped as I realized what happened last time I was conscious, and I didn't know when that was. I sat up quickly when someone spoke.

"It's okay, I know it's frightening, but we'll be out soon, don't worry."

I immediately trusted this voice. "They got others?" I remembered the man with the raspy voice and strong arms with the chemical...

"There are three others in here. All we know is that we've obviously been kidnapped and we've been told to drink water. Here." The speaking boy rolled a water bottle over to me and I took a long needed drink. Once I finished, the boy introduced himself, something I wish didn't have to happen in such a horrible instance. "I'm Calum. The other boys in here are Luke," I heard a pathetic whimper, "and Ashton," there was a angered "hi."

"I'm Michael, and I really wish I could see you guys."

"I assume that we'll see each other sometime -"

Just then the a door opened, and light streamed in. I looked at the boys sitting against the wall opposite of me. The boy on the right was huddled against his knees, and I couldn't see his face very well. The boy on the left stared at his hands furiously. The one in the middle had dark hair and looked at the people in the door expectedly yet with a hint of fright.

The boy in the door looked at each one of us, smirking powerfully. "Looks like everyone made it!" He sarcastically cheered. "Now get a good sleep, we've got a little work to do in the morning."

And with that, he shut the door and left us to wallow in the darkness.

End of Part Two

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