Greg rustled around in his seat, trying to find the most comfortable position. Greg eventually settled on slumping forward, his overgrown charcoal hair drooping over his eyes in the process. His father, chewing on bread, sighed, with bread crumbs spewing all over the table. "Can't you at least TRY to look nice?" his mom pleaded, giving him a nasty look.
"What's the point?" Greg responded shaking the hair out of his hazel eyes, "No one else here knows us."
"You never get a second chance at a first impression." she said sighing Greg rolled his eyes at this, then suddenly stood up from the white-clothed table, his pants' pockets buzzing a bit. He reached into his pockets and yanked out his cell-phone, still on vibrate. The green lights read, 'Dan.' I have to take this he thought. "Scuse me." he stated bluntly as he walked towards the entrance of the restaurant. He flipped open his phone and moved his thumb towards the green 'answer' button, but was halted by a yanking on the collar of his red and white shirt. "What do you think you're doing?" his mom asked.
"Answering a call." Greg replied in monotone.
"Not at dinner. At least, not here." she ordered, reaching out her hand to yank the phone from his.
"Why not?" Greg asked. "I was heading outside."
"Because..." she started, but stopped when her eyes flicked to one side as she turned around. The waiter had made his way to the table and was waiting to take orders, with Greg's father, who had already ordered, motioning to the mother. She sighed and asked Greg, "What do you want?"
"Fetuccini Alfredo." he quickly replied, glancing down and noticing that his phone had stopped buzzing. His mom did not reply, instead rushing to the table to give both Greg's and her orders. Greg opened the mahogany door, which squeaked a bit, and exited the building to listen to the silence of the darkened outdoors. He flipped his cell phone open again and punched in the number of his friend, and held the phone to his ear. He whistled a jaunty tune while it rang, watching a car whizzing out of the parking lot, and another slowly drift in. A voice then answered on the other line. "Hello?"
"Hey Dan, it's Greg." Greg responded.
"Hey man, you got my call then?"
"Yup." Greg said happily. He moved to the side to allow three men and a woman into the restaurant, all dressed as nice as he was: Slacks, Polo, nice shoes, combed hair(at least in their case); the woman obviously was not dressed exactly like this. "What's the issue?" Greg continued.
"Oh, I just wanted to ask if you were still going to the movies on Saturday."
"I am, I'm getting back in a couple days, so unless something freaky happens, I should be fine."
"Awesome, we're going to sezzffssszjjzzzff..." Dan's voice fizzled and was cut off. Greg removed the phone from his ear, and stared at the service indicator. "Four bars." he said to himself. "Should be fine." He clutched his brick of a phone towards his ear, and all he heard was, "FFFZHSHSSCHCHSCHFHHH..." and other noises like that. Maybe someone's messing up his phone service or something. Then, what sounded like high pitched straining of metal resounded throughout the outside area. Greg flicked his eyes from side to side, vigilantly watching the area around him. "Anyone there?" he asked. He quickly regretted this. Of course, there's people in the restaurant, idiot. However, he was rewarded with yet a slightly lower pitch, but very similar sound. Greg again searched, moving back and forth from both ends of the restaurant. "Nothing..." he whispered quietly. He glanced down to notice that once again, his 'nice shoes' had become untied. "For the love of-" he mumbled as he bent down to tie the extremely short laces. For god's sake why are expensive shoes the ones that fall apart the easiest, I mean, at least they could give you decent laces. I just...huh? When he finished tying his shoes, the path of his eyes going back up was diverted when he noticed a rather peculiar object leaning against the wall. It was the shape of the ends of a magnet, a horseshoe magnet to be precise, with the expected blue and red sides to boot. Greg reached out to pick it up, very curious as to why it was here, and why it was so shiny. He nearly grabbed it, when all of a sudden, his phone vibrated. Greg reached back into his pocket, discontinuing his thievery, and flipped open his phone; a text message read, 'Dinnertime! Sorry about earlier : )' Greg sighed and smiled as he stood up, leaving the magnet be. He waved to a tall, suited man smoking a cigarette against the wall, who waved back apathetically. Then Greg walked back inside the restaurant, the soft, relaxing, and boring music flooding his eardrums. His seat was pushed in, with the plate of pasta emitting a very small amount of steam, barely visible to Greg. His mother smiled at him as he strolled towards the table and sat down to dig into his food.
Greg leaned back in his chair, having half-finished his dish. For such a fancy restaurant, the cuisine certainly was sub-par. He sighed and then his chair landed back forward with a loud "thud." He took the glass of water from the table and rotated it slowly in a horizontal ellipse. After it orbited once, Greg took this opportunity to monitor the area. Many various fancy couples, families, and miscellaneous occupied the restaurant, none of which probably spoke a lick of English, or if they did, it certainly was not their first language.
Eventually, Greg started restlessly moving around, from putting his hands to behind his back, to placing them on the table to drum silently, to putting them in his pockets to take and look at his phone. All the while he kept shifting from keeping his chair on four legs, to two legs. Each movement was sporadic and random. No pattern was there. His mind drifted off each time. He eventually halted his movements and pushed his chair away from the table to stand up, saying the words, "Bathroom. Be back in a sec." His parents smiled and resumed eating, being careful not to spill on their much more expensive dress clothes.
The water gently flowed from the mouth of the faucet, hitting the sink with an ever-so silent trickle. Greg rolled his eyes at this and pushed forward on the tab of the soap dispenser which was attached to the wall. The purple soap dribbled into Greg's hands, and he lathered them up reactively. The liquid turned into a foam-like appearance - white and bubbly - and Greg proceeded to wash it off immediately afterward. The door to the bathroom opened suddenly, and Greg felt the draft from the restaurant send a small chill down his spine, and the soft music filled his ears once more. Cold place...brrr... he thought. He slowed the washing of his hands, while the stern voice of the entrant filled the room. "Yeah I know!" it yelled, "You have to find it. It's crucial!" The door then silently shut, the music from the restaurant disappearing, and the voice of the man getting louder. "Yes, yes...just...I'll take care of it okay?" He walked behind Greg towards the end of the bathroom. The sound of the cell phone's ends clacking together shut was all that Greg heard before it was silent, save for the sound of the water in the pipes of the system that was covering his hands. Greg reached towards the handle to shut off the sink. There was no sound, and Greg heard his footsteps clonk against the floor, right before he grabbed the door handle. Before he could, a hand with a cloth entered his peripheral vision, and before he knew it, it was dark.
Greg woke in what he assumed to be a van. His vision was hazy, blurry, almost like he was near sighted. He saw two dark figures in front of him, and when he looked to his left, a less dark but somewhat human-like figure was next to him. There was no music playing in the car, so it was completely silent. Eventually Greg's vision cleared up and the dark figures in front were revealed to be car seats, and the person next to him was just that- a person. He was familiar to Greg, and the car seats in front of him happened to have heads sticking above them, and had an eerie sense of familiarity as well. "[Ah, awake I see.]" the voice next to him echoed. "[Good to know.]" Greg had no idea what he was saying, but the voice had a sense of sarcasm about it. The man had neat brown hair, combed and everything, and his suit was also tidy, albeit with a few wrinkles in it. Greg's memory was a little hazy, so he couldn't remember if he knew him or not. Great, someone's not happy about me. Oh who am I kidding, where the hell am I? Greg thought. He then decided to speak, albeit distorted a bit, "Whur thu hill em ah!" he tried to say.
The man in front of him chuckled, "[Guess our Super Chloroform did the trick eh?]"
"Wha?" Greg blurbed, still completely unaware of what was going on.
"[Quiet!]" the woman, who appeared to be in the drivers seat, yelled. Greg shrunk into his seat. He tried to move his arms, only to find that they had been tied up. Even then, they were numb.
"[What's the point?]" The man in the passenger's seat said, looking at the woman, "[Chances are he doesn't know what we're saying.]"
"[Don't take risks.]" the woman replied harshly. Her tone was strict, and it seemed as though she wanted no bullshit from anyone. DAMMIT, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY'RE SAYING. Okay, mental regroup...I...I'm in a moving car...van...whatever. That's for sure. Greg looked outside, It's definitely nighttime. Okay. That's another fact. You're in a van with strange men...oh god...oh god...calm down...calm down... Greg's face started to sweat. No...don't panic. They can probably sense fear. Okay, have you seen these people before? I...don't...know...yes...? He took a closer look at the man beside him, That's the same guy who I saw in the bathroom...with the cell phone! He must have...yes! He has to be the one! He was one of the men who walked into the restaurant while I was talking to Dan!
"[Welp,]" a voice from the back said climbing into the remaining back seat from the back area of the moving van. "[The escapee has been completely secured.]" This man had blond hair, a lot messier than the other man, but still relatively neat compared to Greg's. It was longer than the other man's as well, nearing shaggy levels. His voice was calm, nearing content levels. Greg noticed something different however. That's the cigarette smoking man! From outside the restaurant, when I was trying to pick up that magnet, yeah that's him. The woman then decided to speak, "[We are reaching the destination, sleep him now.]" The voice was stern once more, as if ushering a command. The man on the opposite side grabbed a bottled...drink from the compartment, and it was at this point, that Greg realized something. Oh god, I'm really thirsty. The very sarcastic man handed the bottle over to the calm man, who then offered it to Greg. Greg tried to move his arms to grab the bottle, but to no avail. The calm man rolled his eyes and untwisted the cap. The aroma of the drink was intoxicating to Greg, a sweet smell, a live-giving smell, it was pure. Greg smacked his lips and opened his mouth. The calm man unwillingly poured the drink into Greg's mouth, around half of it. Greg stared off into the dark outside, the outline of the window fading into it, until all was dark once more.