So I originally posted this on my Livejournal but the LJ Cuts are doing my head in so much and I can't be bothered to constantly battle with it anymore so this is being shifted to over here, it's a kidnapping fiction and there will be violence and swearing so be warned if you're picky about those kind of things...
Disclaimer: I don't own and never shall!

It was broad daylight, the sun was shining down on the houses and the streets but it was still chilly out, breath could be seen in clouds in front of the faces of shoppers clutching at their bags with gloved hands. Scarves were everywhere, around everyone's necks keeping the icy bite out. Shops were selling them at half price as a bargain, most were snatched up within minutes, the weather was insanely cold but the sun deceived everyone making it seem lovely and warm.

Cars were moving slowly down the roads for fear of black ice, men in fluorescent jackets were laying grit to give the tyres a better chance at staying on the road and not careering off into the window of Primark or Subway. Little children all bundled up waddled happily down the streets being followed by their parents or grand parents, one girl's scarf was trailing along behind her on the floor until her mother caught up and tucked it round her neck and into her little puffy coat.

It was a glorious day to share with someone, a coffee or hot chocolate in Starbucks seemed a very popular idea among the shoppers but hardly anyone in there was sat alone, they were all grouped together gripping their steaming mugs with hands red from the cold.

A young man strolled down the street squinting in the sunlight, his hands stuck in his pockets because he still needed to buy some gloves from Topshop. A pair of ear muffs sat neatly on his head with his hair styled perfectly around them keeping out the bite, he longed to wrap his arms around his chest but his hands seemed to protest from being moved from the warmth of the pockets on his body warmer. Another item on his shopping list was a warm coat that was still fashionable and definitely in season, maybe something with a faux fur lining in the hood. Did he want a hood? He wasn't so sure. It would definitely be handy if it ever snowed or rained or worse, hailed but then again he wasn't sure if he wanted a hat. He had seen a lovely one in H&M, the price was verging on the brink of ridiculous but it was the height of fashion after all.

He stood at the crossing watching the cars pass at a snails pace, he stamped his feet trying to get some warmth back into them and then mentally added some fur lined boots to his shopping list before crossing the road after the green man had flashed up. As he reached the kerb he nearly lost his footing from a patch of black ice, a hand shot out and gripped the frostbitten railing by his side to regain his balance. He stopped for a second almost getting knocked down by a large pram being steered by a very stressed mother, he smiled at her and apologised and hurried on out of her way.

Trying to get away from the hustle and bustle of the insanely packed street he turned a sharp left and strolled down an alley, puddles of water had frozen overnight and were beginning to slowly defrost and melt in the winter sun. He was tempted to splash through a few and hear the satisfying crunch of the ice but his boots were new and not too waterproof and his toes were already numb and probably turning blue so he left the icy patches behind.

Cupping his hands in front of his face he quickly blew into them and stamped his feet again feeling a little more than frustrated with the cold, in his mind he imagined a nice cup of hot chocolate steaming away on the table covered in cream, marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles. He smiled slightly at the thought of it and began his walk again now with his hands pushed firmly in his pockets.

As one foot was put in front of the other a sudden force was clamped over his mouth as a large leather clad arm snaked around his waist, his back was pressed up against someone's front and a chin rested on his shoulder. The arm across his stomach tightened squeezing the breath from his lungs as a shudderingly cold voice whispered in his ear to keep quiet, the young man's brow creased as he tried to struggle from being dragged backwards, a small muffled noise tried to break through the large hand over his lips as he felt the heels of his new boots being scrapped along the gravel floor.

Soon he found himself sat on a set of knees on the edge of a van floor almost being cradled roughly like a small child or baby. The snap of duct tape echoed near his ear as the person he was sat on slapped a piece over the young man's mouth then proceeded to tape together his wrists, now the young man could see the person in front of him as he was pushed onto the van floor, he kicked his legs out trying to catch the brute off guard but he had lightning fast reactions. The man caught one of his ankles and squeezed with a vice like grip feeling like he could snap the bone, it was a threat enough as the tape was continuously bound around his frozen wrists. The ridiculously strong man tore off the tape and hurriedly tied the young man's ankles together, another muffled cry came from his mouth as he watched the tape being tacked down onto his new boots, now he really would need new ones so he added them to a mental list too.

With a frown still on his face and his hands still red from the cold he was pushed backwards into the van with a heavy thud then plunged into darkness as the doors were slammed shut and the engine roared up. Rough angry cockney voices could be heard behind the young man's head as the van rumbled and vibrated away down the alley, quickly he shuffled himself around and repeatedly slammed his heavy boots into the wall of the vehicle desperate for any form of attention, he would kick through them if he had the strength. Loud music could be heard from the front of the van so he kicked harder and harder until his legs felt tired and weak.

Listening to insane thumping of some heavy drum and bass he shuffled along the floor dragging his body-warmer and white jeans across the dirty wooden surface until his head hit a wall of the van, he struggled to sit up then peeled the tape off his mouth with a quick sharp snap. He had no time to mutter in pain, instead he screamed for help and repeatedly banged against the wall again until his hands felt purple with bruises.

The van jerked to a stop sending him off balance and crashing to the floor of the vehicle, a door was slammed then the back one was launched open flooding the inside with bright daylight. Another man stood there, a skinnier one who looked weaker and more pissed off than the other had. In his hand he held a gun at the young man who balanced himself on his knees glaring at his kidnapper, nothing was said between the two as he sat down against the van wall while the door was slammed and the engine roared up once more.

The young man bit his lip in thought then glanced down casually at his skinny jeans that were covered in patches of dirt and oil then mentally added more and more items to his shopping list.