Kidnapped

Chapter 21

Okay, so I changed parts of this chapter.

Chapter 21:

"I told your father you'd come for him." The man from the alley said. "That's why we decided to keep him alive." Then he smirked, and let out a laugh. "For now."

In the light, the man was just as unpleasant as he was in the dark. He had black eyes and a sharp, angular face with a pointed nose and thin lips. He wore a hat over his short, black hair. He looked like an evil villain. Well, he kind of was if you want to put it that way.

And he had on a coat. A nice, expensive-looking fur coat. I could imagine all the different places he could have hid a gun in that coat.

I didn't move, though. I stayed next to Dave, ready to die along with him if the man planned to kill.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, angry. There was a click from behind me and my head snapped towards the noise just as the door closed. We were alone in this room.

"Oh, just visiting."

"You have no right to be here!" I spat, standing up but keeping a hold on Dave's hand.

"Actually, I have every right to be here. I own this place, after all." The man stood up too and waved his arms, gesturing at the room.

"Liar!" I accused. He ignored me.

"Its funny how we've spoken several times and we've never actually formally introduced ourselves." The man said. "I'm James Koldon." He bowed, which made me angrier. I squeezed Dave's hand, drawing comfort and courage from it's warmth.

"I don't care who you are. You could be the president of the United Stated and it wouldn't make a difference! You're a monster, that's what you are. A dirty, filthy, horrid little monster!" I shouted at him. "Where did you come from, anyways? Somewhere in the bottom of the sewer, I bet!"

"Ah, nice to meet you too." The man rolled his eyes. "Now, you're not going to be difficult, are you?"

"I'm going to be very difficult. So difficult you'll want to kill me. But you want me alive don't you?" I asked, something catching the corner of my eye as a thought came to mind. The man looked taken aback, but quickly regained his arrogant composure.

"Yes, I do want you alive. But he can die with no problem." The man said, pulling a gun from his coat and pointing it at Dave just as I reached behind me and grabbed a syringe from off the counter. I pulled on the end, filling it with air, then held it up to my neck so it was touching my skin.

"If he dies, I die." I threatened.

"And how are you going to kill yourself with that tiny little needle?" The man asked, laughing again.

Not only was he a monster from the sewer, but he was stupid, too! What a nice combination.

"If I inject this, and the air gets into my veins, it will reach my heart and cause an air embolism." I said, silently thanking myself for paying attention in Biology.

A sudden flash of panic crossed the man's face, but he wiped it away and smiled. I hated his smile. It was too much like his laugh. Dark and abhorrent. "Well don't you sound smart?" He rolled his eyes, then stepped closer to Dave, the gun also getting dangerously closer.

"Well don't you sound stupid!" I mimicked him, adding an emphasis to the word stupid.

"Shut up!" The man ordered.

"Or what? You'll kill him? Then you'll have two dead bodies to hide!" I said, lifting my chin to show him the needle still pressed into my neck.

"Yeah. Right." The man chuckled.

"I'm serious!" I stepped closer, too, pressing the needle into my neck even further- not enough to puncture my skin, but enough to scare the man. And I was serious, because I didn't mind dying for Dave. When I actually thought he was dead before, I had planned on dying anyways. And plus, there was no way on Earth I would let these people shove me in a trailer again. I'd had it with small, dark places.

"And what did you call it? An air something-ism? Ha!"

"I told you, I'm serious! If the air gets to my heart I'll be dead! There's no stopping it! Get away from him!" I demanded.

"You're such a bad liar!" The man chuckled, then saw my serious face and stopped.

"You want to see?" I asked, stepping forward and lifting my chin to show him the needle. Then he stepped away, and I had to hold back a triumphant smile.

"No, no. Stop. Your father would kill me if you died." He said, his face suddenly serious.

"And I wouldn't want to see your face when I die. Drop the gun." I demanded. The man slowly bent down and there was a small noise of the gun hitting the ground. "Now step back." I said, and the man stepped backwards. "Leave."

"But you-"

"I said leave!" I yelled, lifting my chin again. The man then moved around the bed slowly. He walked backwards towards the door, then cautiously opened it and stepped out. The second it clicked shut, I rushed forward towards it. There was no lock, so I grabbed a chair and propped it against it. I also kept the syringe nearby, just in case.

Then I rushed to Dave.

"Dave!" The tears of happiness that he was alive and sadness that he was unconscious poured onto the bed. "Dave, this is Erica. I don't know if you can hear me, but I need your help. Please wake up." I begged, grabbing his hand and pressing it against my cheek. "Please! Dave, we're stuck in this room. The guy will be back any minute, probably with more people. They can't kill you. . . Please, just open your eyes and speak to me!"

I knelt down by the bed and stared at his motionless body. It was agonizing. He was alive. He was here, right in front if me, but however much I wanted to reach out into the dark depths of his mind and pull him into life again, I couldn't.

"Dave? Please wake up."

He didn't reply.

"Dave, I need you right now. I don't know what to do."

Still no reply.

A tear slipped down my cheek. I quickly brushed it away.

"Dave, they're going to be back any minute. I'm scared." I told him, desperately hoping and praying that he would wake up.

He didn't.

There was a few minutes of silence as I stared at his face and his hands through the blurriness of the tears. My emotions were overwhelming me and I didn't know whether to be scared, happy, sad, or angry.

I was confused. Hopelessly and entirely confused. I had no idea what was going on, what to do, what to say. I needed Dave at that moment. I needed to hear is steady voice, telling me everything was okay. I needed to see his cheerful smile. Feel his strong arms around me.

I needed hope.

"Please," I said, barely a whisper. A silent message carried off into the air; never to be heard by anyone but the wind.

Then someone started banging on the door.