The Captive: Chapter Two

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The man with the blue eyes drove while the rain clattered noisily on the roof of his car, his thoughts restless. He looked out the window and tried not to think about what had just happened, but found it imposible to do so every time he glanced back in the rearview mirror. The girl in the backseat- the girl he had just kidnapped –was still out cold, and he had no idea what he would do with her once she woke up. But he knew he could not have let her go, not after what she had witnessed.

He let his thoughts wander. What a mess he had put himself into. He had never meant for all this to happen, but now there was nothing anyone could do about it. What was done was done. He sighed, glancing at his friend Tony who sat beside him sullenly. Neither one spoke, each of them lost in their own thoughts.

He had just needed some extra cash. And then Tony had come up with his brilliant idea, foolproof it had seemed, until …He shook his head. He wouldn't think about it now. He had to get his mind off of it.

But the disturbing images of the night continued to flash in his mind. Sneaking into the large house, knowing that the old man and his daughter would be fast asleep. But then the old man had woken up, had threatened to call the police, and somehow the gun had gone off and…

He shuddered as a wave of nausea hit him. There had been so much blood. He didn't even know if it had been his own gun or Tony's which had gone off but at this point it didn't seem to matter. And then there was the girl. The girl who had seen everything, had tried to make a run for it. But he had known that he could not let her go, had to take her with him because she had seen too much. She was bound to talk to the police. And then he would be rotting in jail before he knew what hit him.

The girl's moaning in the backseat snapped his thoughts back to reality. He checked in the rearview mirror, but she didn't seem to be fully conscious yet. No telling how much longer she would be this way, though. The chloroform must be wearing off by now.

He turned to his partner. "Tony. What are we going to do with the girl?"

His friend stared at him, then shrugged. "Kill the bitch, I suppose. What else?"

Now it was his turn to look shocked. He hadn't expected anything positive coming from Tony, but this was too much. Two murders? No. He couldn't do it.

"Don't be crazy, man," he said to his friend. "We're not murderers. That one mistake was enough. We can't do it again."

"Well, what the hell are we going to do with her then? Just tell her to please never talk to the police and let her go?" He snorted in disgust.

He frowned, but kept his mouth shut. Tony had a point, but what he was suggesting was ridiculous. He continued to drive in silence, letting his thoughts wander again.

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The girl felt groggy and confused as she awoke. It was dark – why was it so goddamn dark? She couldn't see a thing.

Dad. Where was her father? And where was she, for that matter? Nothing made sense.

She struggled to sit up. And then she realized that the room she was in did not belong to her. It was dark and empty, except for a plate of food which sat at her side. Suddenly, everything came rushing back, every single thing that had happened last night, and her head began to hurt with just the thought of it all. Her father ...no. She shut her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. She would never see her father again.

Fear began to take over as she remembered the two men who had probably brought her here. Where were they? She tried the doorknob, but it was locked.

As if in response, the doorknob turned slightly and a man entered the room. As he came nearer, she realized it was the same one who had caught her last night. His face was still hidden, but she remembered him by his deep blue eyes.

She frowned as Blue Eyes came closer, then took a look at her untouched plate of food.

"You haven't eaten." He said. To her surprise, his voice wasn't harsh or rude, unlike his tough appearance.

"It would be a good idea to eat," he said, without waiting for a response. Then his voice became cold. "You won't be given anything better than this."

She stared at him. This was probably the same man who had killed her father. Fury raged inside of her. She wanted to say something, but did she dare?

"You, girl, I'm talking to you." If she didn't know better, she'd say that Blue Eyes was actually smirking underneath that stupid ski mask.

She returned him with a question of her own. "Can I ask you something?"

His blue eyes narrowed. "That depends."

She took a deep breath. "What do you want from me? Why did you bring me here?"

He was shaking his head. The fleeting sincerity she had seen in his eyes was replaced bitterness. "Get some rest," was all he said. Then he backed away from her and started to turn towards the door.

"Wait!" she called out."Please don't leave me here," Tears welled in her eyes, and she wiped them away with her hands. She tried to control herself but found that she could not stop sobbing. These men were probably going to kill her.

He paused in the doorway. She thought she sensed sympathy in his eyes.

"Look, I can't do anything for you," he said. "But if you need something you can let me know. Just call me Trunks."

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A/N: ;P Next update should be even more quicker, I'm trying to write as much as I can while I'm still on break. :D