It was late. Late at night. I was walking home from the party in a slight situation of being too drunk to drive yet not too drunk that I couldn't walk straight.
I had enough focus in my vision to see the three figures nearer the end of the thin and dark alleyway.
You always hear of the stories about young people coming home from late nights out and being confronted by shadowed up being kidnapped, adults or at worst killed.
I still had the right of mind to think of turning around without drawing too much attention upon myself. Unfortunately this plan did not succeed as when I did turn, I heard their heavy metal boots hitting the ground faster and faster.
I took a sharp turn around the corner and hid up against the wall and behind a large garbage can. I was waiting a good five minuets before deciding to see if the three fugues had gone. I slowly peered around the corner but just as I did so, I felt the cool metal of the gun barrel pressed into the side of my temple.
I dared not move, for if I did he'd surely shoot. Slowly I began to see the other two figures emerge from the darkened fog that was creeping toward me.
One of them smothered my breathing with a thick heavy cloth that was covered in a knock out gas of some sort. And the other was crouched down at my feet, tying them together.
With seconds to spare before I full lost consciousness I decided to take a kick to my capturer who was at my feet. He fell backwards as I saw him clutch the left side of his face, - almost fully covered by the balaclava- clutching it in pain.
And then I'm gone. Gone into the world of unconsciousness.
When I awake I'm confused as to where I am. Then I think again about what had happened when I had eventually left the party, half drunk. I had been- as you could say- kidnapped.
An now here I was, tied down to a metal by the metal loops that went over both my wrists and and ankles. No longer in my short and sparkly purple dress I had left the party in but now in a plain black T-shirt an tight black jeans.I glanced over to see a pair of black combat boots that looked the perfect size.
All of a sudden three men walked into the room. One of whom was an officer (I could tell this from my cadet training) and the other two were armed military men.
One of them had a rather large bruised face with dry blood on the side of it. He had dark brown hair and matching eyes.
The other man had much lighter brown hair that was all over the place. It looked like he had just gotten out of bed.
The officer also had a gun, just smaller and attached to his waist belt.
The two military soldiers undid the clasps surrounding my body and literally picked me up of the table to I was lightly touching the floor with my tiptoes, being held up by a solider on either side.
All three of the men didn't look very old at all. Maybe early 20's and only a head or two taller than me. They were all wearing darker green camouflage uniforms and their guns were also a dark green color.
The officer took a step toward.
" Your here for a reason. You will be told that reason once you have been take into questioning" he said while looking me in the eyes with his Safire blue iris piercing into my own. "Ask no questions and no harm will come to you"