Arnold patiently waited outside the restaurant. He put his hands in his pockets to shield them from the cool breeze, and he kicked at his feet to pass the time. Every so often glancing left to right down the sidewalk. He saw Connor approaching, and waved him over. Connor, with a skip in his step and now a smile, hurried closer.
Connor also had his hands in his blue, wind coat pockets, looking a little unused to the temperature. His auburn hair being blown slightly in the wind.
"Hello!" He said cheerily as he stood next to Arnold.
"Hey man."
"You have the time?" Arnold shrugged his shoulders. Connor took his hand out of his pocket, and rolled up his sleeve.
"6:02.." He said to himself. "The others should be arriving soon!" He stuck his hand back in his pocket. Arnold glanced around Connor to check the sidewalk behind him.
"How long have you been waiting?" Connor asked. Arnold shrugged again.
The group had decided to go out to this new Greek restaurant. In a fun conversation they had the other day, the topic of food came about in history class. Thomas had never tried Greek food, so the group decided to take him out. It wasn't rare for them to get together like this, the church would host little outings every so often. Plus, with a few of them working part time it wasn't hard to pool together the money.
"Something like 5 minutes, my mom dropped me off a little early to get here, she had an appointment at the bank or something." Connor gave a small noise of acknowledgement, and let out a huff.
"Mhm, little cold out here eh? Should we wait inside?" He proposed.
Arnold glanced inside, then around past Connor and behind him. "..No, just incase they can't find us when we are inside. Might as well all find a table together!" They heard a shout behind them.
"Hey guys!" It was Poptarts. His small body jogged up to them, a sweet smile on his face, bobbed hair still remaining the same as always.
"Hey Poptarts!"
"Hey Thomas."
Connor side eyed Arnold because of the nickname, but he didn't notice.
Once up to them, Poptarts glanced inside the restaurant.
"Greek! This will be fun. Are the others inside?" He asked.
Connor gave a quick look around. "Nope, just us right now." He said cheerily, drawing out the vowel in just. "Still waiting on Kev and Stephen."
Thomas nodded in understanding, and motioned inside with his arm.
"Should we go ahead and claim a table?" The smell from the restaurant making him inhale. He, of course, has never had Greek food before.
"Meh." Connor said haphazardly, shrugging. "Everyone's all arriving now, might as well keep waiting."
"Then it will be even more of a relief when we enter the warm restaurant…" Arnold trailed off looking inside. The other guys laughed, falling into a slightly uncomfortable silence. Thomas let out a small sigh, slouching down slightly in his standing up position, letting his thoughts wander. Connor on the other hand was shivering and looking out for their two remaining friends who had yet to arrive, not minding the silence despite his talkative nature. He turned his blue eyed gaze over to Thomas, noticing his tense posture. The redhead furrowed his brows slightly at the expression on his friends' face, his mind seemed occupied. Connor reached out slightly to rest a hand on Thomas' shoulder, but of course...
"So…" Arnold began… Connor and Poptarts looked up.
"Hm?" The redhead hummed, eyebrows up listening. On the other hand, Thomas spun around on his heels paying Arnold little mind, but keeping a tentative ear, already assuming where the conversation will go.
Thomas, or Poptarts as they call him seemed anxious, Connor took note of. Maybe he was just cold, anyhow it was sort of unusual for the awkward, quirky boy he knew him to be. His thoughts were once again cut off by Arnold.
"Did you watch the new Game of Thrones episode?" Said boy shouted, but was shushed quickly by Connor. "Did you see the new episode?" He repeated in a whisper, anxious for an answer. "I haven't had the chance to talk to you about it this week? You are still watching it, right Connor?"
Said boy prayed that Kevin or Stephen would show up soon, especially the former was way more equipped for giddy Arnold.
"Oh, yeah, yeah I have..."
"Well..?" Arnold said expectedly, a smirk on his face as he leaned a shoulder over to bump Connor.
"Well?" Connor repeated..."There's Kevin!" He saw the dark haired friend approaching, and thanked God for his timing. Connor could never keep up with Arnold's vast knowledge of this fantasy world. He talked about to amuse himself, not in actual inquiry of the person he was asking. Letting go of those thoughts, he greeted Kevin with a large smile.
"Hey guys, sorry if I kept you waiting. Are we heading inside?" Kevin asked, glancing through the doorway into the orangey lit restaurant behind all of the others. Typical Kevin, rushing to get things done.
"Kevin! Perfect timing, I was just asking Connor if he saw the new episode-" Arnold began.
"Nope, waiting for Stephen." Connor ignored the other and answered Kevin. Kevin gave a light laugh, his dark gelled hair bouncing slightly on his head.
"Surely he can meet us inside, the majority of us are here already." He began to make his way towards the restaurant entrance, and held the glass door open for the rest of them, smiling. Connor sighed at that, leaning back his weight to one foot, then noticed everyone had turned their gaze to him.
"What?" Connor asked. Everyone looked at him expectedly. He emitted a long breath, and stood up, smoothing out his coat and glancing to Kevin.
"Alright, let's go in. You're too impatient Kevin!" Connor huffed and began to walk through into the building. He pushed by Kevin who held open the door without making eye contact, Kevin laughed quietly.
As they walked inside, the boys were greeted by the various aromas or different spices, sauces and dishes. Arnold especially had a huge mood change, the food going to his head, now anxious to eat. The greens, oranges and browns of the restaurant blended together in unity giving the whole place a Mediterranean feel. Beads, and ocean side paintings adorned the walls, and people occupied the many tables throughout the place. A young, brown haired waitress approached them with a large smile, Connor greeted her.
"Hello boys, are you all a group?" She politely asked, her voice slightly pitchy but nonetheless welcoming. The notebook in her arm tucked to her right breast, she waited for a reply.
"Yep. We are five, another person is meeting us here shortly." Connor spoke back, turning around to glance outside incase Stephen was outside, but no. He directed his gaze back to the woman. "If you see a guy….around our age with tacky styled blonde hair standing awkwardly, it's probably him" Connor quickly said with a smile, and the waitress gave a short laugh.
"Let me show you your table men!" She grinned, then spun around to lead them to their table. "My name is Sarah, I'll be your waitress for the night! " Behind her, Arnold stood on his toes and whispered in Kevin's ear, the latter bending down slightly.
"Sounded like Connor just described himself," Arnold attempted to whisper, but due to his loud nature it was fairly audible. Kevin let out a huff laugh, and Connor turned slightly.
"Ohh shut up.." He told them. They laughed a little more, Poptarts joining in on the jest. Connor huffed and turned around, flipping his hair. "And my hairs' not blonde..." he whispered to himself, letting the joke settle and followed the waitress.
After maybe 15 seconds she had led them up a few steps, and into the far left corner of the restaurant next to the front window. Connor took a seat, and thanked the waitress who said she would return shortly with menus. Arnold glanced outside.
"Still no Stephen.." Arnold said. "Oh well, maybe something happened. What time is it now?"
Connor rolled up his sleeve and glanced down to his watch. "6:08." He spoke. "He's not too late. If he's not here in the next ten minutes I'll send a text." All the other guys nodded in acknowledgement, removing their coats and settling into their seats.
"So.." Arnold began with a cheeky grin, and began settling in his seat. Sensing where the conversation would go, Connor butted in.
"Thomas are you excited?" He quickly asked, jolting said boys' head off of the table.
"Hmm?" He said, the question clicking in. "Oh, yeah! Greek food!" Thomas said, the other boys turning to him.
Arnold leaned forward on to the table. "That's right, you haven't had it before!"
"That's the whole reason we are here, Arn."
"Oh, yeah. I forgot about that."
Thomas sighed with a smile and sat up to speak. "Any recs for food?"
All the other boys went straight into thought, brows furrowing and eyes going slightly unfocused. Thomas leaned back and laughed. "Wow, is it that tough?"
Connor's eyes went wide. "Yes!"
Thomas laughed again. "I'll just wait until we get the menus. Speaking of!" He gently motioned over to the brunette who returned to their table.
She spoke as she handed them out to everyone, "Menus!" Each boy gave a thanks.
"Can I start you off with any drinks?" She directed her gaze to Kevin first.
"Sparkling water for me please." He gave one of his signature smiles up at her, next she turned to his left at Arnold.
"Chocolate milkshake!" Arnold said happily. Then Thomas.
"Lemonade."
Connor smiled over at him, then to the waitress who was patiently waiting. "Orange juice please!" He asked. The waitress nodded, jotting down the last request then turning back to the table."Great, I'll return shortly." She took her leave. Kevin let out a laugh, and turned to Connor.
"What?" Connor asked skeptically.
"Always the orange juice McKinley." He told him.
Connor scoffed, "Well, it's my favorite!" Kevin then shook his head with a smile, and turned down to open his menu. Connor and the others followed suit. After a few moments of silence as the group read through their dish options, Thomas spoke.
"I feel like we should have waited for Stephen."
This caused Kevin to glance up at him questioningly. "What is the problem?" He asked. Connor glanced up as well.
Thomas sighed, and slouched. "I don't know, guess I have a bad feeling." He paused for a second, then sat back in his seat, face returning to the menu.
"What do you mean?" Arnold piped in. Thomas shrugged.
"Maybe something with his parents, they fight a lot...right?"
Connor shook his head slightly. "I wouldn't worry too much about it Thomas." He said genuinely, "He's not too late, just give it a few more minutes." He reassured him, though Thomas didn't look thoroughly convinced, but enough for now. "Would waiting outside for him make a difference?"
"I don't know, I just…" He paused again. "I-ahh, nevermind."
Kevin gave him a questioning glance, but let the conversation drop. Instead, he let his eyes roam over the numerous dishes, attempting to make a decision.
"Everything looks so good!" Arnold exclaimed.
"Haven't you been here before?" Connor asked him with a laugh.
"Yeah."
Connor raised an eyebrow. "Then don't you know what you like?"
Arnold let out a large breath,"Well yeah, but there's still so much stuff to choose from!" Typical Arnold, Connor thought to himself. Kevin rolled his eyes, and Thomas smiled slightly.
"What are we all thinking of getting?" Connor asked to the group, looking anxiously to Thomas first, it being his first time trying this food. Said boy noticed this, and stuck his hands in the air.
"You guys first!" He said in surrender, Connor laughed at him, and turned to Kevin.
Turning his eyes down to the menu, Kevin said "I'll be having…" He used his finger to point at his dish, "Chicken Shawarma."
"Arnold?" Thomas asked.
"Beef gyros and a slice of Canadian Pizza."
"Haha..what?" Kevin laughed. Connor gawed.
"What?" Arnold repeated crudely.
"At a Greek restaurant, you order Canadian pizza?!" Connor blurted out, "Way to set an example!" He motioned towards Thomas who gave a short, cute burst of laughter. Arnold dismissed their judgements."It looked good, and I can eat whatever I want!" Despite his attempted confirmation, he sounded self conscience. Connor snorted at him, and turned back down to his menu.
After a few moments he mumbled to himself, "Can you even order in slices?" Thomas laughed.
"I will be having marinated chicken fillet.." Connor trailed off.
"Ooo, fancy!" Kevin mocked.
"Shut up." Connor snapped back. "Thomas?"
The small boy took a few more moments to read through the menu, and with bob of the head he stuck his finger down on one of the options.
"Beef shawarma!" He said with a shut of his menu. A sad look cast over his face, and he glanced outside.
"Sounds cool."
"We are all ready to order then!" Arnold said with a smile.
"Slow down Arnold, I think we should wait for Stephen." Connor said, Kevin made a sound of agreement and leaned back. "What time is it now?"
Connor rolled his eyes, "Why does everyone keep asking me?" He said as he rolled up his sleeve.
"Too lazy to take my phone out."
"Peh.." Connor made a sound of annoyance. "It's 6:18. Want me to send him a text?" He asked. The boys nodded.
After a few more minutes, the waitress came back with their drinks on a round tray. She politely asked if they were ready to order, but the boys asked for more time. She said she would return soon. They settled into a calm silence as they sipped at their drinks. Thomas fiddled with his napkin, folding and ripping off little pieces lost in thought. Arnold gulfed down his drink fairly quickly, and now was tapping annoyingly on the table, probably to some Star Wars song. On the other hand, Kevin was sitting back with his eyes closed, also lost in thought. He rested his crossed arms on his chest and was taking long, calming breaths. Abruptly, they heard a chair scoot back, and Kevin's eyes flew open.
"I think I saw Stephen outside! " Connor called out as he rose to his feet and scooted around the table, "I'll run out and tell him we're already here!"
"Ohh, okay." Kevin said out stiffly, twisting his spine to watch Connor go by in the direction behind him, Arnold doing the same. Thomas watched Connor exit, and glanced outside to where he said he saw Stephen.
With a furrow of the brow, Thomas squinted outside into the dim evening light, trying to avoid looking into the glare the inside lamps are casting on the glass.
"Hmm.."He said, "I don't see anyone.."
Kevin pushed forward on the table to glance around Arnold to look through the window. After a few moments he shrugged his shoulders and sat back once again, but not before fixing his gelled hair.
"Meh, let him check."
"Do you think he could have walked by it by accident?" Thomas proposed, still looking outside.
"Who cares!" Arnold whined, "I'm so hungry!"
Kevin gave him a questioning glance. "Dude," He laughed, "We've only been here like 15 minutes!"
"Yeah! And it's been an hour since I've eaten, and all the smells in here make my stomach growl.." He slunked down into his seat, then abruptly jumped back up again. "I'm gonna flag down the waitress for a refill. "
"You finished it already?"
"Duh."
Thomas yawned as he sat back in his chair, listening to the two companions bicker. Glancing outside once more he saw Connor exit the restaurant and onto the sidewalk. Thomas saw him bend down and glance right and left. Abruptly take a left turn, and walked past the window of the restaurant where the boys had their table, then out of sight.
"Kevin, did you see the new Game of Thrones episode?" Arnold spoke out.
"Nah, man I don't think I'm gonna keep watching."
He gasped, his eyes going wide, "What, why?!" Arnold said with utter shock. "Buddy!"
Kevin laughed at him, and took a sip of his drink nonchalantly. "I think I fell out of it, too much going on." He gave a slight shake of the head.
Arnold gestured wildly with his arms, "But that's the best part!"
"Maybe for you," Kevin laughed again,"Anyways, I don't like them going off the books for the newest season. Everything is too generalized. Plus, the show can get a little graphic for me." He made a grimace.
"Buuuuuuuddy!" Arnold was starting to sound sad, and Kevin was trying to hold back laughter by sipping at his drink, maybe not the best idea. Thomas was chuckling off to the side at Arnold's' reactions.
Kevin put his hand on the nerdy boys shoulder, feigning sympathy. "Don't worry, I'll still read the books!" He tried to satisfy him, thought Arnold was barely hearing it.
"But, Kevin! Haven't you heard about the new stuff with the white walkers! And, and the-"
Thomas gave a little yelp and plugged his ears, "No spoilers! I still plan on watching!"
Arnold sighed in relief, "Someone here is reasonable!" Thomas and Kevin both laughed at him, and settled back down into their seats. Arnold took a few more breaths, and regained composure.
"What about Supernatural Kevin?" He whined out. Kevin groaned.
"Show is going downhill, but I'll finish this season and then judge if I wanna keep watching."
"But Kevin stuff is going down! Have you not-"
"Can we change the subject?" Thomas interrupted, looking not sorry whatsoever.
"Yes!" Kevin shouted, Arnold looked incredulous.
"What! Hey, that's no fair- Ohh! Waitress!" He actively waved his arms over Kevin's head, causing him to duck, completely losing track of his previous thoughts. The waitress came over and politely asked what he would like. She inquired if the boys were ready to order, but they still said they weren't, so she left to get Arnold's refill which he politely asked for.
After a few more minutes of idle chatter, Thomas glanced outside and his thoughts drifted back to his friends. Connor had ran out a good five minutes ago, and surely it doesn't take that long to grab a friend, he thought. He even noticed Arnold was a little anxious, he repeatedly was glaring outside into the dim light then casting his glance quickly back to Kevin, not noticing anything.
"Connor's been gone for a while. The heck is he doing?" He asked. Kevin furrowed his brows and squinted outside to look as well.
"Did you actually see Stephen out there when Connor ran out?"
Thomas looked away, "No, but Connor seemed pretty keen when he ran outside. I saw him take off down that way." He motioned to the left, out of their line of sight. Kevin noticed his worried look.
"Poptarts are you okay?" He inquired, looking him in his brown eyes. Said boy glanced down at his hands, and then with determination to the front doors.
"I'm not sure. I have a weird feeling. I'm gonna go get them from outside."
Kevin looked a little more confused. "Man, you're making me worried. Do you want one of us to go out with you?" He proposed, and Thomas hesitantly nodded sliding his chair back and pushing himself to a standing position.
"By the way dude, what do you mean by a bad feeling?" Kevin asked with genuine concern, casting his gaze up onto Thomas's face. Thomas gave a very slight shrug, and made his way around the table.
"I really don't know…" He said sternly and frowned, then scooted around the table. With an elbow, he nudged Arnold.
"Kevin, you can keep our table?" Said boy gave an uneasy nod, then Thomas added, "Arnold, come on."
Arnold jolted up slightly, "Oh, okay!" and followed suit. Kevin turned in his seat and watched his two friends bounce down the few stairs, around other tables, and head out the front doors into the cool night. Kevin shrunk in his seat and looked around him, feeling awkward and almost vulnerable now that he was the only one sitting at their table for five. It felt so empty without them, and Poptarts had got his mind occupied now. What is he talking about? He thought, and rested his head in his hand letting his eyes drift close. Now that he was alone at the table he got sort of anxious, and took small breaths to calm his insecure mind. Kevin knew that the waitress would soon return with Arnold's drink, and prayed that he would be back by then. He didn't want to deal with her confused inquiries. "Where did your friends go?" He imagined her asking, then he would have to give an unsure reply, and probably say too much-
What the hell am I thinking about?
Kevin shook his head, and lazily glanced outside looking for his friends. Through the window he saw Thomas grab Arnold's arm and pull him left, down the sidewalk where he saw Connor run off to. This did get Kevin thinking again, Where could Connor be? It doesn't take that long to retrieve someone from outside and lead them back to the table. But surely Poptarts was overthinking it, what could have happened?
Right now Kevin longed to get up, run outside, and check on his friends, but he was asked to save their table. He almost wished that Arnold had been the one to stay behind, but Arnold had the attention span of a toddler. He would surely worry, then get up to leave to follow without notifying anyone, in the end probably getting their table given away. Better Kevin than him.
Tucking in more on himself, Kevin sighed and began to pick at the napkin in front of him. Not liking sitting alone at a large table in a crowded, loud restaurant, he tried not to let his anxiety knaw back at him. He tried shifting his thoughts to something more comforting, but nonetheless found himself involuntarily glancing out the window for his friends every few seconds. They had been outside for at least a minute now, and Kevin had no idea where they could have gone. The restaurant walls blocked his view from further down the street, so he couldn't stretch to see them even if he tried. He tapped at the table now, relaxing somewhat more as the seconds ticked by.
But then there was Arnold. Kevin jolted up, straining to see through the darkness if his friends were returning, but all he saw was Arnold backing up. Backing up at a faster pace than Kevin had seen him move before. He readjusted himself in his chair, and gripped the table edges as he watched from inside. Struggling to see exactly what was going on, Kevin stood up and moved a few feet closer to the window. As he squinted, he noticed Arnold's eyes were wide and wild. Just as Kevin was about to tap on the glass, and wave his arm in attempt to gain his attention to check what was going on, a large dark man came forward and grabbed at Arnold's arm. The man pulled him back, and Kevin noticed him stumble forward. Before the two boys were out of sight, he saw the dark man wrap his arm around Arnold's head.
What
The
Fuck
Kevin's eyes went huge, and he stumbled back over a couple of the wooden chairs. He gripped the table for support, and froze. What had he just saw? What the hell just happened? What was that look on Arnold's face? Who the hell was that man?!
Without even thinking Kevin tumbled through his friend's empty chairs and made a B line to the exit ignoring all the curious glances he got. He pushed the double doors open, hearing the ding of the bell, feeling the slight breeze blow his hair, but Kevin didn't register any of it.
Gazing to the left, Kevin sprinted down the sidewalk, but saw no one. He did a few turn arounds, flinging his body back and forth vigorously looking for his friends, but saw no one.
"Arnold?" He called out nervously, but got no reply. This worried him a little further, especially when he began to hear banging from a car a few vehicles up. Kevin began to doubt himself.
"Come on guys," he hesitantly said as he made his way towards the noise, "This isn't some kind of prank.." He heard a sharp scream, but silenced quickly, followed by a thud.
Connor?! He thought, and now pinpointed a dark, squarish van where the noises were coming from. Assumably from the other side of the vehicle, he heard one of the doors slam shut and the car took of.
"HEY! Wait!" He called out sprinting after the car, but they quickly skidded out of the parking lot. Kevin tried to spare a glance through the back window of the car but it was covered with a drape.
He began to panic now, and Kevin stumbled backwards a few steps.
Was that them? What the hell is going on!
Now slightly shaking, he tried to calm himself by taking deep breaths, but to no avail.
I-I have to call the police! Was that even them, though?! He continued to stumble backwards, until his back hit something rock hard. Kevin went rigid, and with frantic eyes and shaking legs, slowly turned around.
"Oho, no police." The man said viciously. Kevin flinched when he heard that, and almost dropped his phone. Now fully turned around, Kevin shifted his gaze up.
He peered into the eyes of a tall, dark man who bore a black long sleeve and shredded vest. The man's eyes were piercing black, and they tore evilly into Kevin's being. The young man began to hyperventilate, and the taller one knocked the smartphone out of his hand. Kevin let it fall to the ground, and attempted to take a small step back, mouth still agape.
The man had none of this, with a psychotic glare he grabbed Kevin's arms and twisted them behind his back. With one free arm, he grabbed a thick cloth out of a pocket in his vest and pulled it tight around Kevin's mouth. Crouching down to Kevin's ear, the man spoke again.
"You shut up, you follow me, you get in the car." His voice was low and hoarse, and spoke with a thick accent. Kevin began violently shaking, and did his best to struggle in his iron grip. Anger washed upon him and he tried to scream back a response. His captor in return tightened his hold on the smaller boy and Kevin whimpered, but didn't let down. Until he felt something hard stick into his back.
"This is a gun."He said simply. "You shut up, you get in the car." Kevin's eyes shot wide and he froze. The man kneed him forward in the back, and Kevin lost his footing.
"Hey!" A grumbled yell was heard from behind captor turned over his shoulder "What is going on?"
A middle aged, modestly dressed man approached slowly with a confused expression. Hesitantly, he held out an accusing hand at the boy, and the captor tightened his grip on Kevin.
"What are you doing?" He sounded baffled, "Let that poor boy go, what is going on?"
A woman dressed in a delicate red dress slowly stepped out of a car from behind him, her arms crossed and worry casting over her face. Her light brown hair fell over her shoulders. Kevin's holder shifted his gaze to the woman, and from where Kevin was could feel his captors chest muscles rocking. He was laughing.
"Is that your wife?" He asked the other man, who stood back slightly befuddled at the laughter. The stranger uneasily turned back, lowered his arm and turning to the woman behind him. She looked at him concerned, and the two of them almost simultaneously turned their eyes to the teen and man holding him. Kevin shook even more, pleading with his eyes to the couple for help. A hesitant nod was given by the husband in response to the question, and his wife behind him stood a little closer.
Kevin's mind was racing. He has a gun on my back. Oh my gosh what is he going to do to me. Oh God, please let me get away. Why are you doing this to me?
The captor grinned a sinister grin at the man with a mouth full of thick yellow teeth. The husband cringed, and looked even more bewildered. A light gust of wind blew, ruffling the husbands jean coat, his wife shivered and attempted to cover her body. The captor didn't flinch.
"I suggest you leave, she is pretty, shame if something bad happened." Kevin could hear his accent even thicker now as the man's voice held a sort of implication that he couldn't place. A gasp was heard, and the husband held his arms out to shield his wife. His expression was of anger and offense.
"My wife's body is none of your business. I suggest you let that poor boy go. I'm sure he's done nothing wrong." The husband spoke with bitterness. "If you don't let him go I'll call the damn police."
Again, the captor adjusted his grip on Kevin, and Kevin felt the release of pressure on his back. The man gave a wicked smile topped with a sinister laugh, and whipped the gun into the air, aiming it directly at the husband's face. The wife let out a small cry of horror, bending over cupping her face in her hands. Her husband's eyes went wide and he put his arms up in surrender.
"Woah sir, why don't you just calm down. I'm not gonna do anything drastic." You could sense the fear in his voice. Kevin's captor must have sensed it, because his next phrase was without hesitation, almost playful.
"Not you, but I will."
In the split second to follow, the husband gasped and launched forward noticing the captor placing his finger on the trigger. His arms flew out in front of him as he dove for the concrete, but it was too late.
With a sickening crack, the gun reeled back, and the husband tumbled forward, blood flying from the now hole in his head. His large body fell lifelessly downward in the direction of the shooter, but the shooter he did not hit.
With Kevin being the one held in a tight grip in front of the captor, the husband's body fell straight into him. Kevin attempted to reel back but the grip he was held by was too sturdy.
The heavy, adult body tumbled into Kevin and the teen gasped with horror. With his free arm he struggled to catch the man's falling corpse, his head slamming against Kevin's small chest with force and blood smearing onto his sweater. Kevin sucked in a horrible breath and shuddered as he tried to adjust his grip on the now dead man. He heard a feminine scream come from somewhere, but it didn't register to him.
With a spasm, Kevin let the man's lifeless body smack the concrete ground, there being nothing he could do to cushion the fall He heard a sickening crack as he hit the ground. Kevin pushed back with horror, eyes wide and tears glistening. All he could do was stare at the husband's body, blood now pooling under his head and seeping into the sidewalk cracks. With a jerking movement Kevin felt his body be tugged away, but he didn't budge. He was rigid. With a frustrated exhale, the man gripped Kevin by the waist, sheathed his gun, and hoisted the teen over his shoulder, then made a BEeline down the sidewalk and Into a nearby car.
With a hard grip he flung the car door open and jumped through the back door. Kevin felt his body be pushed to the floor beneath the seats in the back of the car. Barely focusing on his surroundings, only on the sharp pain his head and body felt by being roughly positioned and squished to the dirty car floor, he heard his captor speak to someone sitting in the driver's seat in a foreign language, before he felt the rough fling of a car taking off.
Kevin was hyperventilating again, and was making whimpering noises. He heard more shouting above him, which caused him to begin crying harder.
"Shut him the fuck up!" The driver yelled as Kevin felt them speed out of the parking lot. A large hand gripped his short black hair roughly, and pull his head up from the floor. His captor got down low.
"You shut the fuck up or I will not hesitate to hurt you, white boy."
Once his strong grip was released Kevin's head fell hardly to the ground, his eyes wide, tears streaming down his face, and teeth biting his quivering lip.
"Take the road by the river, and go up it far. Take a long route, we had to cause a scene, the police may be arriving. "
He heard a pissed off grunt from the front seat, "Ohh, fuck you!"
"A man saw us, his wife too. He's dead, she will call the police. Fucking go where I tell you."
After a few moments of tense silence, Kevin felt the car swerve wildly again, him giving out a short cry as his head slammed against a metal bar under the seat. He received a kick on the top of his back in return.
"Shut the fuck up boy." He was spat at, " Thanks to you we take the long route. But, don't worry, you will see your friends soon." The captor said, and Kevin could hear the smile on his face.
This was all enough to cause the boy to let his head drop down once more, after a small crack and cry, Kevin Price passed out.
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