Hide and Seek
Prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers; I'm just prostituting it for my sick amusement.
Summary: Sixteen year old Erin was kidnapped. However, her two dense kidnappers are the least of her worries, when there's robots trying to take over the world. Great.
Warning: Violence and other oddities. Takes place during DotM, so there's going to be spoilers
Three days ago, Erin Samson had been minding her own business, buying a bottle of mineral water when two masked men burst into the store and began the oddest hold up scene she'd ever seen. She had watched them argue with the man behind the counter and each other for almost five minutes, before they took notice to her. Well, one noticed her and jabbed his dense companion in the ribs, who looked over at her. It was like a staring contest for a few seconds, then the larger man had grabbed her and held a gun to her head.
He demanded the man give them all the money and if he didn't, he would shoot her in the temple. When reminded that murder would be added onto their changes, the two began frustrated, Erin imagined, and took off out of the store. However, all would be good, if they hadn't forgotten to release the girl they were using as leverage. Upon realising this, the robbers had already made it to the car and - surprise, surprise - one had taken off his ski mask. Their captive knows not what happened next, only that they must have knocked her out - probably with the pistol that they had threatened her with.
She only awoke hours later, probably hours anyway, in a small dark room. Obviously, she'd been gagged and tied up, duck tape wrapped around her chest that kept her arms tightly at her sides, and another thick ribbon of the tape around her ankles and knees. She thanked whatever holy entity that convinced her to wear pants and a sweatshirt that day. Needless to say, she hadn't been abandoned outside of the store and with a quick listen of the area
"What are we gonna do with her," a familiar voice questioned in panic. "We can't just keep her here!"
"Stuff it," another voice snapped, the larger kidnapper if she remembered their voices right. "I've got a plan!"
Oh yes, he had a plan. The door to her dark room was ripped open and the two masked men hovered over her. They demanded that she be a prisoner until her father paid money. However, the larger kidnapper had forgotten the number and in a fit of rage, removed his mask whilst the door was open. She realised how he knew who her father was and how they knew her name, which they used during their demands. This man knew her father, worked with him in his company, but had been fired a few weeks before.
As she stared at him, all the while he was cursing his own stupidity, she idly wondered if his lack of knowledge was the reason for his firing.
"Number now," he glowered at her in his rage.
The other, a wee bit smarter than the other, mumbled, "She can't take with the gag on."
"Take it off 'er," the man snarled at the other, who indeed did take the gag off the girl. "Now, the number!"
"Bugger off," she replied as soon as she was able. "I'm not doing shite for you!"
With a flash of metal, there was something cold pressed against her forehead. She glanced up and took notice to the gun - from the store - ready to shoot. "Now, Erin!"
"I said, bugger off," she attempted to remain strong, slowly losing the bite in her tone. "You shoot me, you won't get your money and you'll get a murder-"
The gag was placed back into her mouth and the door slammed, the man began to rage outside. She could hear him cursing and shouting, the other man attempting to figure something that they could do out. However, for the next three days, it was all the same; left out of her room to eat, which was mainly canned goods, and go to the bathroom. She would only see or hear from them when they would try to get the number off of her, or get any sort of information at all. She never spoke what they wanted; they weren't going to use her.
It was frustrating for both parties; they just wanted the money, she just wanted to go home. Not to mention, she had learned the second day that the apartment - or whatever it was, for Erin never saw enough of it to truly know - wasn't even the dense kidnappers.
It would go on like this until the third day - the door opened when neither had left or planned to, and there were the sounds of movement, then "Who the fuck are you" was heard. An echoing sound of shifting metal came, she could hear screaming and distant voices - this wasn't good at all. What was worse was the sound of footsteps heading right for her dark domain.
Author's Note: Thoughts? Considers? Constructive Criticism? It should also be noted that this probably will not be a romance fic.