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Chapter One: Kidnapped.
Roxas
Roxas' POV
Bored. Nothing to do. All my friends are busy. That's not rare, considering I only have three. Everyone says I should work on my social skills, talk more. It's just the way I am. I don't see anything wrong with it.
I sigh, leaning back into my pillows. I have millions of them, in different varieties. Plush, body, you name it, I got it.
My stomach growls, and I'm tempted to get something from the kitchen-of-doom, but the snacks here are way nasty. My mom's an organic freak. Everything is whole grain, low-fat, no sugar. She won't even let me have coffee anymore, saying it will stunt my growth. Newsflash, I'm pretty sure I'm done with that. And I like being tiny.
I decide to go to the conveinence store, but I would have to cut through the college campus nearby, so it would take about twenty minutes, unless I ride my bike. That would take me ten minutes. I don't want to ride my bike, even though I'm pretty hungry.
I stand up, slipping on my black and white checkered Vans and throwing on my bright red hoodie, leaving it unzippered so my black v-neck shirt is exposed. My white skinny jeans and rainbow studded belt clash everything together.
As I stroll into the parking lot of the 7-11, which is surrounded by a Chipotle, Starbucks, Bank of America, and a book store on the other side of the road, I shove my hands in my pockets, feeling a chill in the air. The hollow ding sounds as I open the door and step onto the cracked linoleum.
I walk over to the refridgerators and grab a grape soda. My eyes scan a pile of moon pies and my mouth waters. I walk over to the precious, chocolatey morsels and think. I hold up two items in my hand.
"Hmm. Which one of you should I eat?" I raise the peanut butter Tasty Cake.
"Now, you're really good. But what about you, moon pie?" God, what the hell am I doing? Talking to food. Lock him up in the loony bin. He hearin' voices.
I turned around as the door slammed against the wall.
Everything moved by so fast.
Someone was up at the register holding a gun to the cashier's head. There was shouts for everyone to get the fuck down or you'll get shot,which was kind of retarded since it was just me and cash register dude, and I panicked. Fight or flight kicked in. I literally picked flight.
I dashed for the exit.
My hand was almost on the handle to the back entrance when a gun was placed to my temple and my head was placed between a muscular arm, leaving me in a headlock.
"Take one more fucking step, kid. I dare you."
I couldn't tell who just said what in my ear, but it was vicious. I was starting to sweat real bad and I was shaking. My breathing was erratic and my heart was pounding. The room spun.
This was the end. I knew it. He was going to pull the damn trigger and let my brains fall out of my head and leave my body lying helplessly on the ground, white chalk tracing it.
He-sounded like a he- turned around to say something to his partner in crime. "Should we take the kid?"
"Fuck yeah. We could use him as ransom."
My eyes grew big and I tried to struggle but he pressed the weapon against my temple harder.
"Dude, don't fucking kill him. We're taking him."
Something else was said- more like shouted- and two gunshots blew. I screamed, but a gloved hand kept me quiet.
"I got all the money. Let's go." The guy- at least it sounded like a guy- told whoever was holding me hostage. He tried to get me to walk but I wouldn't move.
"Look, you better start walking or you won't live to see tomorrow."
Tears welled up in my eyes. I had to obey his orders. I didn't want to die over something stupid as being defiant. Chances are I would make it back safely.
As I saw the cashier's bloody body slumped over on the counter, red liquid streaming from one of his ears and his chest, I knew one of my chances were I might not make it back alive. Maybe end up in some dumpster with my body cut up into tiny pieces in a garbage bag. Or just buried into the ground for my body to rot, maggots eating my skin and worms in my eye sockets. If I were to end up in the dumpster, I would be cremated in the incinerator thing. But If I were buried in the ground I'd be eaten by bugs and insects. I think being cremated would be better.
The door closed with the ring and I looked through the windows and said goodbye to the corpse in the store. Hopefully, he wouldn't be there long. The cops will come and take him away, back to his family, and they'll catch these damn bastards who killed him and took me away.
My stomach sinks as I imagine what his family will think, if he has a wife and kids. There will be a lot of crying.
I wonder what everyone else would feel if I were to die. Mom, Dad, Hayner, Pence, Olette, Sora, Cloud. How much crying will they do? Will their stomachs sink? It's hard to imagine for them not to.
I'm shoved into what is the trunk of a white Lamborghini Murcielago LP640. It's not that roomy, I can tell you that much. The engine roars, the super car coming to life. I don't even know how the thugs got a hold of something so powerful like this. Stole it probably.
It is completly dark and the car is vibrating. I know pounding on the trunk will do nothing. I have nothing to escape with.
I drink some of my soda. I'm glad I didn't drop it on the way out. Even though I'll probably piss myself I'm so scared.
