Taken

Zoey (Chapter 35)

The plane seemed to be going at a maximum speed of five miles per hour.

I was so done; I couldn't even put it into words. It was dark, smelly, and I really had to pee. Then of course there was the turbulence and the fear of the overall situation. Any time something moved, I thought it was the men coming back in and that they were going to find me; talk about anxiety.

I wasn't exactly sure how long we had been up, but I would say at least six hours. I had actually fallen asleep, so I wasn't sure how long I was out, but as long as I had been conscious it felt like six hours, so that's what we're sticking with.

Not too long later, I slowly started to feel a difference in the plane's motions. It was maybe another 30 minutes before I actually felt like we were on a runway.

Yes! It was over!

Then I thought for a few seconds.

Fuck! What now?!

I heard the door being opened. Okay, thinking time was over.

I watched two men walk in and they inspected the crates. "They seemed to have made it fine," one said to the other.

The other man nodded. "We should go check in first, and then unload." Both men left, and I knew I had to leave too even though I wasn't sure what I was going to do from there. I waited about one minute, and then I followed the men's footsteps outside.

As I stepped out, I took notice of all the trees. I wasn't sure what state we were in, but the trees would provide a good cover. I ran to the closest one and tucked myself on the side away from the door to the building. Oh, did I forget to mention that scary-ass thing? Yeah, it looked like Alcatraz on steroids, which made it not really fit in its calm forest surroundings.

I watched as the men came back out and boarded the plane again. If I ran, I could probably make it without anyone seeing me. So I did and I made it inside; easy enough.

But as I turned the corner, trouble came. I walked smack right into a wall for a man, who just so happened to be packing a gun. We had both lost the element of surprise since he seemed to be just as shocked as I was, but he still had the advantage because he had back up. I knew I couldn't let him call his buddies or grab his gun or I was as good as gone. My eyes wide with fear, I did the only thing I could think to do; hit him in the groin. He grunted and doubled over, and I delivered a left hook to his jaw. He was so big though it didn't seem to bother him. So I came back with a few more kicks, not really aiming, but keeping in mind I had to keep them low or he could easily grab my leg. I saw him go for his gun; time to start playing offense.

I made a mad grab for the gun, but he simply grabbed my arm and flung me into the wall as if I was a doll. I sat up, groaning. My body wasn't used to that shit. Fortunately for me, his body wasn't apparently either. He was still doubled over, and I noticed he had a steady flow of blood coming from his mouth. I wondered if that was why he hadn't called for help, or if it was his pride. I got up shakily, but I was determined to get that damn gun. I had made it this far, I wasn't going to be taken out by some fat body guard who couldn't take a hit.

I reached him, and I guess he had expected me to be knocked out or something because he looked just as shocked as before to see me. But then he got this angry look in his eyes, which made me fear the man a little more than before. He un-holstered his gun, but it didn't do him much good because I forced it out of his hands before he could do anything. It feel to the floor, and rather than risking that moment to bend down and get it which would have meant taking my eyes off of him, I kicked it closer to my side. But that action gave hi an opening, and it was his turn to it me in the face; right under my eye, on cheek bone.