Kidnapped Chap.1 : I'm working for the fantastic four.
Hey peoples! This is the part where I tell you I own nothing , so lets get on with it. Weib and Schwarz don't belong to me. They belong to all their original owners. Sam's my creation though.
Sorry , but this isn't yaoi! Yeah , I'm aware I'll burn for this, but it's better this way. My yaoi stories would stink , my hearts just not in it.
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Her body felt heavy, as if it where made of lead, and the world around her was dark, yet seemed to spin madly . Carefully, Sam forced her tired eyes open , letting the piercing morning light in. The room around her was alien, with white walls, blue carpet and a desk. She couldn't turn her head to inspect the rest of the room for the stiffness in her body. Where was she? She couldn't think , her head ached and everything in it was fuzzy. ( I didn't get drunk, did I? No, I don't think I did. But then, where the hell am I ?)
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Opening the door of her apartment, Sam stepped inside the darkened room. She moved around carefully and turned on the light. It flickered into being and the young woman set her stuff on the table. Sighing heavily , Sam ran a hand through her short blue hair and began getting her dinner ready,
Cup-o-Noodles. After sitting down on the couch, she turned on the TV and settled down to an evening of noodles and news.
She woke from a light doze to find her cat licking her nose. Sleepily she sat up and ran her hand over its back.
"How in the world did you get out of my room?" She asked the little black cat in a puzzled tone. Sam had shut him into her room to keep him from bugging her during dinner.
The cat meowed and headed towards his food bowl. Standing up, She stretched and fallowed him. (Huh, how'd the hall light get off ? I thought I left it on.) She thought to herself, walking down the hall. The cat gave another meow from somewhere in the darkness.
"Ok, ok ,Nightmare, I'll feed you." Sam found the cat bowls and filled them.
Leaving the cat to its food, She turned and headed back down the hall to the living room. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind, a pair of hands wrapping tight around her waist and mouth . Yelping, Sam struggled franticly, but her captor was too strong to break free of. Even when she elbowed them in the stomach, the grip never faltered.
Suddenly she felt a prick of pain in her neck. She continued to fight and attempt to make some sort of noise. But the one holding her was a good deal taller then she, and easily held Sam off the ground so she couldn't stamp her feet or kick them. After a minute the world started to spin and her body got heavy. Then everything went black.
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Sam forced her weighted body to move till she was off her stomach and more on her side. As she did this, she realized that her hands were cuffed behind her back, and that they hurt almost as much as her head did. ( Ok this is not a good thing. ) She thought, a wave of panic washing over her. The young woman looked down at herself and was relieved to find she was fully clothed and looked in order. She also noticed she was lying on a bed, as if someone had just dropped her there and left.
Suddenly she heard a door behind her open and someone enter. Sam stiffened, if that was possible, considering how she felt.
"Well, it seems our sleeping beauty has finally awoken ." A sly male voice said from somewhere behind her. Sam didn't move, if he wanted her to look at him, he would have to come to the other side of the bed. The guy seemed to realize this and she could hear him making his way around the bed.
She was surprised to see two men move into her line of vision, she hadn't even heard the other one. But what surprised her even more was what they were. (Wow a telepath and a clairvoyant, don't see those at the same time very often.) She thought, lifting her head off the bed slightly to get a better look. The clairvoyant was very well dressed. He wore a cream colored suite and glasses that had slipped down his nose. His hair was black and he had light brown eyes. His face seemed as if it was one very familiar with snarling and sneering. Something about him seemed very shrewd and unfeeling.
The telepath was more casually dressed, with white pants, a white shirt and a dark green coat that sat open over his shoulders. His hair was long and orange, held out of his face by a yellow bandana. His eyes where a little odd, as he moved from shadow to light they seemed to change from blue to green. His face held a sort of smirk, which one could consider devious or humorous depending on the situation. He also seemed to have a constant " I know something you don't know!" look to him. Sam wasn't sure, but she had an idea that she might have seen him before.
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Sam paused in her typing to close her eyes and yawn. She was tired and bored . Working as a secretary was an amazingly uneventful job, even if it was for the mayor.
Turning back to her computer, she began to type again. After about ten minutes she heard the door open. Looking up, she forced a friendly secretary smile onto her face and addressed the two approaching men. What she noticed first made her blink.( Huh, a telekinetic, and …uh oh a telepath.)
Telepaths were normally trouble for her. They always knew, that she knew, what they were. Which meant they would start to bug her about one thing or another. They tended to be nosey little snots . Luckily there weren't many out there.
This one approached with a smirk on his face, his long orange hair falling in his face.
The young boy beside him was completely the opposite , his face blank and his hair a short Japanese style.
The telepath reached the desk and addressed her. Sam tried hard to keep her mind as blank as possible, but of course, the moment she told her mind to quit thinking, it went into overtime.
The telepath pushed his yellow headband up slightly.
"We're here to see the mayor." He said, a lopsided grin on his face.
( Don't think! Don't think! Shut up, that's thinking too!) Sam thought desperately as she stuttered.
"Do you have an appointment sir?" The telepaths smile widened as if to say " I know your trying to hide something from me, it's not working."
Yeah , we should be under "Crawford."
For some reason Sam felt it would be a very bad thing if this man knew what she was, she wasn't sure why though. Sam nodded and turned to the computer, trying to find the name and at the same time keep her mind sufficiently blank. But by the look on the redheads face she could tell he wasn't convinced. Suddenly, a voice slipped into her mind, like an ice cube down the back of her shirt.
(You know what we are, don't you? I've never met some one who could recognize us. How did you know? ) Sam shivered involuntarily at the cunning hiss that underlined the mans voice.
(Crap.) She thought . Sam glanced at him quickly then looked back at the screen. She supposed she might as well answer, if she didn't he'd just squeeze it out of her, there was no getting rid of a telepath once they got curious.
( I just know, the same way you just hear thoughts, and your friend just moves things.)
The redhead tilted his head slightly to the side and grinned.
( Your not surprised that there's a voice in your head beside your own?)
( It's happened before, I'm pretty shitty at hiding what I am from you annoying telepaths.) She thought to him and at the same time managed to locate the name. Sam looked at the man in front of her.
" It'll be about 15 minutes before the mayor can see you."
The telepath nodded and gave her a triumphant smile.
(Don't give me that look, getting me to talk to you is not much of an accomplishment! I know your type! I don't have the energy to play with a pushy jackass like you. ) She thought to his back as he headed towards a seat. The guy just turned his head slightly and grinned at her. The boy looked from the telepath to Sam as he fallowed his friend to the chairs. He could obviously tell something had passed between the secretary and his friend, but he didn't look particularly sure as to what it was.
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Sam focused on the telepath, he was familiar. She remembered him now, she had seen him about a half a year ago at the mayors office. It sort of surprised the young woman that she had actually forgotten him, he was a memorable person.
As Sam looked at the two, she realized that if they had passed them on the street, her friends would have put them in the "yummy" category of their guy filling cabinet. But in her opinion at this point, they'd be in the creepy file.
Since the two men hadn't volunteered any information , and didn't look as if they planned to any time soon, Sam decided to start asking questions. Who the hell are you people, and what do you want from me?
The one with glasses raised an eyebrow while the other just grinned wider .
"We don't want anything from you. We just want you." The clairvoyant said smoothly.
"What, couldn't find a girlfriend the old-fashioned way?" Sam asked sarcastically.
The redhead laughed and looked at the other guy in a way which said " you should have seen that coming." The black haired guy didn't seem moved.
" I would suggest you take this more seriously, Miss Joan. You know what I meant, we are as aware of your power as you are of ours." He said quietly. Sam blinked.
( What else dose Mister Frost know about me? Well, whatever he knows, it's probably chuckles fault over there .) The telepath grinned at her like a hyena. The other one glared at him, then turned back to her.
"You're here so we can offer you a proposition." He said evenly.
"Last time I checked, people made propositions over tables." Sam said, matching his tone. The black haired man ignored her comment and continued.
"We would like you to join our group."
"Group?" Sam repeated skeptically.
"What, like a Girl Scout group?"
"A group of assassins." The man said evenly.
"Assassins? Your kidding right?" Sam asked, a bewildered look on her face. The man just stared at her.
"You're not kidding, are you?" Yeah see there's a problem then. Sam started , a matter of fact tone to her voice.
"The only gun I've ever used… squirted water, and I've never used a knife for anything but cutting food. How in the world could I be helpful to you?"
"Oh we don't want you to kill anybody, we just want the use of your power." The clairvoyant said with a small smirk.
"My power?" She asked simply.
"Yes, we want you to identify other people with powers like ours." The man said.
"What so you can kidnap them too?" Sam asked sarcastically.
" That , among other things.' The clairvoyant said with a cruel smile. Sam felt the hair on the back of her neck rise.
"What happens if I refuse to join you?" She asked cautiously, already having an idea of the answer.
The man grinned slightly.
"Well then, we'll just have to kill you, wont we?" He said.
"I was afraid of that." Sam said with a sad, tired, yet slightly annoyed sigh. She let her head fall to the bed.
"So will you join us ?" The clairvoyant asked.
She sighed again. "Fine, I'll join you ." Her tone was reluctant. The two guys smiled in a pleased manor.
"Good girl ." The annoying black haired guy said as if she was a child.
"Yeah, yeah , would you take these stupid handcuffs off me? They hurt and I feel like I'm in the opening scene of some kinky porno movie." Sam complained.
The clairvoyant raised an eye brow.
"We'll take them off , but if you try something stupid, I wont hesitate to shoot you." Sam looked at him as if he was an idiot for thinking she'd do anything .
"I've been warned ." She drawled.
The guy looked at the redhead , who pulled a key out of his pocket . Sam let herself roll onto her stomach , making it easer for the telepath to get the cuffs off. The guy fiddled over her wrists for a moment before finally getting them unlocked and pulling them off . He then backed off and put the cuffs in his pocket.
"They would be yours, wouldn't they?" Sam said sarcastically to the redhead, nursing her poor raw wrists. The guy just grinned at her in that lopsided way of his.
She rubbed her wrists for a few moments then turned back to the two men who were just staring at her.
"Well? Now what?" She asked. The clairvoyant answered.
"Now you'll go to your home with Schuldig and bring everything you can carry in two suitcases back here. Then pay your rent , quit your job and tell your close friends that you're moving away. If anyone finds out what's really going on, Schuldig will shoot them . So keep that in mind when your talking to the people you care about. "The guys voice was serious and even. Sam raised herself up on her elbows.
"Jeez, you've got this all figured out don't you? And let me guess, he's Schuldig." She pointed to the redhead.
The telepath bowed mockingly.
"So, who are you then?" She asked the black haired guy.
" My names Brad Crawford ." He said tonelessly. Sam nodded and began to pull herself up off her stomach. Which was a chore in itself considering how stiff and exhausted her body felt.
She managed to get herself into a sitting position at the edge of the bed and rub her aching head. Then giving the two guys a small glare she said.
" I don't know what you shot me full of, but whatever it was, you might want to try a different brand, at least if you plan on using your hostages for anything productive."
The two guys said nothing to this, continuing instead to stare at her in a "we're waiting" fashion.
Sam sighed and forced herself off the bed . Then immediately fell to the floor with a yelp.
"Ow." She said and rubbed her knees. Grabbing onto the mattress, she pulled herself back up. All the while, beginning to understand how a new born giraffe feels. Her legs felt as if they would crumble out from under her at any moment and she had to use the nearby wall to keep from falling back onto the bed.
"Oh don't bother moving , its not like I need help or anything ." She said disdainfully to the two guys that still just stood staring at her. They seemed to take that as a signal that she was ready to go since they both started towards the door.
Sam left the safety of the wall to fallow them down a hall and into a nice looking living room. In the living room were two other guys. One was the kid she had seen with Schuldig. He was sitting in a large chair, busily typing at a laptop. The other was missing an eye and seemed to be trying to fit a fork into a light socket. The guy called Brad pointed at the kid across the room.
"That's Nagi Naoe."
The kid looked up briefly at the sound of his name, inspected Sam momentarily, and went back to typing. Brad then pointed at the other guy.
"That's Farfarello, it's probably in your best interest that you stay away from him. He's a little…." "insane." Schuldig finished for Brad. Sam nodded as she watched sparks fly out of the light socket and the man fall to the floor twitching.
Brad had left to make sure Farfarello hadn't killed himself, leaving Sam and Schuldig near the front door.
"Well I suppose we should go." Schuldig said with a small grin.
"Lead the way." Sam waved her hand at the door tiredly.
They entered a hallway and got on an elevator.
Sam leaned heavily against the elevator wall and closed her eyes.
( Why couldn't I have been on a coffee break when the telepath came to the office? I could be sleeping right now but noooo, I'm working for the Fantastic Four. ) Sam could hear Schuldig laughing quietly. She just ignored him and stayed slumped against the wall.
She slept through the majority of the car ride, awaking finally when the car stopped in front of her apartment building. Sam was feeling better by then, the effects of the drug nearly gone . She looked at her home, then at Schuldig.
"You knew your way here without any of my help, exactly how many time have you been here ?" Her tone was accusing. Schuldig shrugged.
"Enough times to memorize the route."
Sam stared at him.
"Hmm, and you were watching me how long before kidnapping me?" Her tone was the same .
The redhead grinned.
"About two weeks."
Sam gave him a mild glare and got out of the car.
As she came to her door Schuldig pulled a key out of his pocket which she recognized. She checked the apartment door and found it locked. She gave the redhead a confused look.
"You locked the door on your way out?"
"And we turned off the lights and TV." He added, sounding like a child looking for praise. The guy then handed her the key.
"Why? She asked." Opening the door and stepping inside.
"We didn't want it to look like you left in a hurry or anything.' He said in a mild tone, fallowing her.
She left the telepath in the living room and went into her room.
After a quick shower and a change of cloths, Sam pulled out two large maple chests her grandmother had given her. She was half way through packing her cloths when Schuldig walked in . He raised an eyebrow at the large wooden chests.
"Um , I'm not sure that's what Brad meant by suitcases."
Sam shrugged.
"Your friend should be more specific when he tells a girl to give up her life ."
Schuldig gave her an amused look.
"I wonder if those will even fit in the car." He mused aloud.
The chests did fit, barley. Sam left the money for the last few months on her lease under the landlords door and gave her cat and few pieces of furniture to the neighbors.
After leaving her apartment, She quit her job and called her two close friends pagers; telling them she had to leave the county to take care of a sick relative.
Her whole life had just been erased in a day.