Hostages

Introduction

P.O.V. Aaron

I sat there with my classmates, crossing my fingers and hoping that this was all just a terrible nightmare that I would wake up from any second. But I knew it wasn’t as the terrorist put the gun to my forehead. There was no way that the cold metal barrel could be just a figment of my imagination.    

“You,” the terrorist said to me in a deep gravely voice.. “Get up slowly with your hands in the air.”I slowly stood up with my hands in the air; the panic that had slowly built up came out in tears that flowed in a steady stream down my cheeks, but I didn’t make a sound. I was too scared to.

“Aaron,” I heard someone, a girl, scream.

I turned around, but it was too late. A bat swung hard into the back of my knees causing me to collapse. I gave a little yelp, partly because of the pain and partly because of my surprise as my knees slammed into the tiled floor.

“Shut up girly,” the terrorist with the bat said as he pulled my girlfriend, Kayla, up by the hair.

I tore my eyes away from Kayla and looked up at the terrorist that had me on my knees. He towered over me with the gun trained on my forehead and his finger on the trigger. His eyes were grim and determined.

I was sure I was going to die right there. Then, he did something I hadn’t expected, and hit me hard in the head with the handle of the gun. My vision quickly became dark and I sank into unconsciousness.

I woke up very suddenly due to a gallon of freezing water that had been dumped on my head. My eyes flew open and I tried to sit up, but several thick coarse ropes tighten around my neck, forehead, chest, and waist keeping my back from getting an inch of the hard fire-resistant science table.

I tried to lift my arms to untie the ropes around my neck and head, but there were ropes tied around my wrists too. I could also feel the ropes around my ankles and legs. I tried to turn my head to the side, but my forehead hurt as it rubbed against the coarse rope.

“Where am I?” I asked.

There was no answer.

“I know someone's there. The bucket of water didn’t dump itself on me,” I said as I checked the ceiling for any recognizable stains.

“Shut up kid,” a rough male voice said.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Someone who doesn’t want to listen to your annoying voice."

“Why are you doing this?”

No reply.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?” I screamed.

 “I told you to shut up,” said the rough voice as he pressed a gun to my temple. It almost sounded like he was grumpy, and I had a feeling that he wouldn’t have a problem with pulling that trigger.

After a few tense moments, he holstered the gun and walked to the other side of the room. I felt a bead of sweat run down my face, and I had an urge to wipe it away. I tried to raise my hand, but the thick ropes quickly reminded me that I couldn’t move.

I sat there for a few minutes contemplating what to do, but I didn’t know where I was. I highly doubted that Mr. Grumpy over there was going to give anything away. And even if I did know   where I was, what was I going to do? Could I even get out of these ropes?

I tried to pull my arm towards me, but whatever the rope was tied to was too heavy for me. I couldn’t pull my feet towards me since there were tight ropes around my legs, but I guessed that whatever those ropes were tied to were just as heavy or even heavier than what my arms were tied to.