Kidnapped

eight

Elliots' screams could be heard throughout the entire house. Abigail rocked back and forth in her bed, covering her ears and crying as she heard the young girl scream once more from the basement. She had no clue of what Kyle was doing to her, but she hasn't seen Elliot in two hours.

After a few more screams, Abigail could hear Kyle climb the stairs before she heard the key being stuck into the lock before the door swung open. Kyle had Elliot thrown over his shoulder as if she were a sack, her body limp. "Screamer, without a doubt," Kyle laid Elliot on the bed, staring at Abigail. "Not a high pain tolerance though, I'll say."

Elliot's wrist looked broken, her arms cut and bruised. Her neck was red and turning purple, her wrists looked the same. Abigail glared at Kyle, her fists tightly clenched. "Why did you do that to her? Just let her go!"

Kyle chuckled, grabbing Abigail's wrist to pull her to her feet from the bed. "I've been bored, Abigail. I just wanted to have some fun. No harm in that." He pulled Abigail from the bedroom, closing and locking the door.

"I have to make sure she's okay, Kyle! Just leave her alone, she's just a kid!" Abigail pulled her wrist from his grasp, a scowl forming across her mouth. Kyle seemed to ignore Abigail's comment, descending down the stairs.

Abigail reluctantly followed, unable to open the door to the bedroom. Daniel was reclined on the couch, watching morning cartoons before Kyle blocked the television to get his attention.

"Daniel, Abigail and I are going for a stroll. Begin with our plan at 1:00, I'll call you when I'm ready to go live." Kyle grabbed a black baseball cap from a table beside the couch before approaching the front door with Abigail.

Kyle shoved the cap on Abigail's head as he shoved her inside the car, looking around cautiously in the quiet neighborhood for anyone paying attention. Abigail stared at him confused, watching him start the car and pull out of the driveway before she started asking questions.

"Kyle, what are you planning?" Abigail cleared her throat, fixing the cap on her head. "What plan are you talking about?"

"I'm faking your death. I'm tired of looking suspicious to the police, the whole world is going to think you're dead," Kyle smiled to Abigail, an evil smile that haunts her nightmares.

"You—You cannot be serious, Kyle!" Abigail threw up her hands, indecisive of whether to feel angry or upset. "How the hell could you even do that?"

"Daniel's finding me someone to hack into the news network to live broadcast your 'death' and then no one will think you're alive anymore and they'll stop looking."

Abigail fell silent, staring at her reflection in the window. Her heart sunk at the thought of everyone giving up on her, no one looking for her anymore. "Kyle, you can't do this, my whole family will think I'm dead!"

Kyle merely shrugged, refusing to argue with Abigail any longer. They both continued to drive in silence, Abigail trying to keep from crying.

"I'm sorry Abigail, this must be rough for you," Kyle shook his head, poorly acting sincere for Abigail's feelings. "I would fake Elliot's death but, no one's realized she was missing, it had to be you."

Abigail crossed her arms over her chest, remaining quiet for the rest of the trip until Kyle pulled the small white car into a warehouse. The scenery was already set; a white curtain setting the background, an old wooden chair in the middle of the floor. A bulletproof vest and a bag of red fluid sit in the chair.

Kyle pulled Abigail from the car, walking her to the chair with his hand placed on her shoulder. "Put this on," He nodded towards the bulletproof vest. Abigail places the uncomfortable vest around her chest, watching Kyle grab the bag and a roll of tape. "Hold this." Abigail holds the bag in place in the middle of her chest, watching Kyle tape it down.

"What's your plan exactly?" Abigail looked up towards Kyle, her eyebrows narrowed. "What is all of this stuff?"

"Basically, you'll be in this chair pleading for your mercy — make things believable, Abigail, your friend Elliots' life depends on it — and I will shoot the bag on your chest, the bullet won't affect you from the vest. The blood inside the bag will splatter everywhere and you will act dead." Kyle tightened the vest around Abigail's torso underneath her shirt, smiling down to her.

He pushed Abigail into the chair, pinning her arms behind her back before handcuffing them together intertwined with the chair. Behind Kyle, the metal door unlocked and Daniel walked inside with a frightened looking boy pushed in front. The boy had square glasses, black hair, and wearing a blue button up.

Daniel walked the boy to a small table and chair in the corner of the room, handcuffing the boy's ankles to the table and chair. In front of him sat a laptop, Daniel stood beside him.

Kyle set up a tri-pod in front of Abigail, facing the camera towards her. He left her to walk across the room to Daniel and the boy, instructing on how to get live in the news channel. Abigail stared at the clock above the door, the time being 12:58.

"Okay, okay. Are we in?" Kyle ran across the room to the camera, beginning to turn the video on. Daniel held a gun to the back of the boy's head, Kyle held one in his hand for Abigail.  She kept her head down, working herself up to cry to be more believable.

Kyle stayed silent for awhile, watching Abigail cry more by the second, unsure whether she was putting up a good act or genuinely crying. Abigail looked towards the camera, tears streaming down her cheeks. "P—Please don't kill me. Just—Just let me g—."

Abigail was unable to finish her sentence before Kyle fired the gun, the bag strapped to her chest exploded, blood flying in every direction. The bullet didn't puncture her skin, but the force did hurt her lungs. Abigail held her breath and forced her body to fall limp, knowing Kyle would've actually shot her in the head at that moment.

Kyle turned off the video camera finally, clapping for his and Abigail's performance. Abigail didn't clap — partly because she couldn't — as she didn't feel like she won at all. No one knew she was alive anymore. Another gunshot went off in the warehouse, Abigail jumping in surprise.

The boy slumped forward, his blood splattering on the computer. Abigail turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to ignore the churning of her stomach. Kyle unlocked her handcuffs and lead Abigail from the warehouse, Daniel following behind.

"You did great Abigail, I guess Elliot can live another day!" Kyle chuckled, rubbing Abigail's back.

Kyle continued to act as if she did such a great thing, but now, Abigail felt just as awful as Kyle was.

Edited ; June 19, 2018