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Snatched Away

The Prologue: Part One

Kim Crawford is a beautiful, blonde girl with chocolate, brown eyes and a great personality. She is talented in singing, karate, and gymnastics. She is loved by her parents, siblings, friends, and teachers. And she is intelligent and magnificent in every way imaginable.

It was yesterday when she had been showing her youngest brother named Nathan Crawford how to ride his new bicycle without training wheels in the park adjacent to the school: Seaford High School. Both she and her older sister named Megan Crawford were helping Nathan. That's all Kim remembers before everything went black and she disappeared without a trace.

Something has happened to Kim. She vanished out of thin air one day and not even she knows how or why it happened. Everyone is worried. What exactly happened to Kim that warm, sunny afternoon at the park? Slowly, she is able to put the pieces together and solve the puzzle.

"My head hurts." Kim whispered, squinting her eyes in pain as she gently rubbed the top of her crown, "I thought I was at the park with Megan and Nathan?"

She slowly opened her eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room. The first thing that caught her eye was the size of the room. It was incredibly small; almost like a jail cell, but without any metal bars. It was dimly lit in there too; just one, plain, yellow chandelier dangled from overhead. The floor was made of an icy cold metal-like material. She shivered, noticing her bare feet. Her socks and shoes were gone and she was seated on the floor with her back against a jet-black painted wall. As a matter of fact she was surrounded by four black walls with no windows and one iron door in front of her.

"Where am I?!" she panicked, leaping up on her feet and desperately trying to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. Someone had locked her inside this place. "This has to be some kind of sick dream. This is a nightmare!" Kim pinched her arm in hopes it would cause her to wake up. In dreams there is no pain, but she had unfortunately experienced pain.

"Ouch!" she shouted, pinching herself too hard, indicating that this was no dream. "What's going on?!" She started banging on the door this time, making a loud noise. Surely someone would hear her cries and assist her. "Megan?! Nathan?!... Anybody?" Kim plopped back down on the ground, drawing her legs up near her chest and hugging her knees. Her heart was pounding out of control and her hands and feet were in a cold sweat. What has happened?

"You're awake I see." a male voice echoed through the room, coming from a radio attached to the ceiling. Kim nearly jumped out of her skin the moment the strange voice began speaking.

"Who are you?!" she yelled, angrily, "Why am I here?! What do you want with me?!"

"Well, you certainly have a lot of questions." the voice sounded amused, "You can call me Jack."

"How did I get here? Why can't I remember anything?" Kim demanded.

There was no response. Uncomfortable silence enveloped the room like a rain storm as she remained on her feet with her fists bawled up tightly. Whoever this Jack was, she had all the intensions in the world to punch him; make him pay for further confusing her. What was going on?

Suddenly, the iron-like door opened and a tall, teenaged guy with shiny brown hair and a tan complexion appeared before her. And the world outside the dark room that she was trapped in was glowing with a bright, green color. It was so bright, at first, she had to shield her eyes for a few seconds until she adjusted to her new surroundings.

Just as soon as my eyes adjust to this creepy light, I'm going to bust that Jack in the face. I'm practically itching to knock him down so that I can run. There has to be some way out of this strange place and I'm on a mission to find it. Watch out Jack. You picked the wrong girl to mess with. Come on, just a few more seconds and you're going get it bad!

Kim opened her eyes, standing in defense mode with her fists drawn, but Jack wasn't there anymore. Slowly, she ventured out of the cold, dark cell she had been inside and found herself in a larger room with better lighting. This room looked like an average living room. There was a TV set, brown coffee table, creamy-colored couch, burgundy curtains, and a nice looking window. But where did that green light come from and where did it leave to? More importantly, where was Jack? Kim has some unfinished business to settle with him.

To be continued...