"Frank! Turn down your music for a sec."
"What for?"
"You didn't hear anything?"
"No," Frank replied and cranked his music back up.
Joe shrugged and went back into his room, 'must have been my imagination," he mumbled.
Back in his room Frank was working on his computer and listening to his favorite CD when he heard his door open again, "What do you want now Joe?" he asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Hardy," a chilling voice sneered as Frank felt the coldness of a gun barrel being shoved not too kindly into his back, "Don't even think about turning around or trying to get your brother's attention or I'll kill you now and then go kill your little brother. Now get out of your chair slowly and don't try to pull anything."
As soon as Frank stood the gun shifted to his lower back and prodded him out into the hallway and down the stairs.
Meanwhile Joe had heard nothing of his brother's abductor as he had his headphones on to drown his brother's lousy taste in music.
Once Frank got outside he saw an unfamiliar car parked in the street. When he had taken a few steps onto the driveway he felt something come crashing down on his head and he was engulfed in darkness.