Cody's eyes began to flutter, he opened them groggily. He felt terrible. When he became more conscious he realized that he was moving, not himself, but wherever he was. He then recalled the park, and then… then… then the hands, the cold hard hands wrapped around his neck so tightly. He recalled the finger brushing his tongue and how it tasted of dirt and salt and Cody couldn't help the sudden nausea that had come over him as he vomited. And now he was here, and he didn't know where here was.

He felt the left side of his face pressed against a soft, wet surface that smelled of mildew, he looked in front of him and saw a metal sliding door. He came to the terrifying conclusion that he was in someone's van. He went to prop himself up only to find that his hands we bound together behind his back. Cody began to panic. He started to scream for help over and over again, until his throat was raw, he was to close to the back of the front seat that he couldn't see who was driving. His screams of protest obviously didn't phase this person.

Cody tried something else, he began to plead for this person to let him go.

"Please, let me go, I won't tell anyone I swear. I haven't even seen your face. Please. Please. Please." Cody repeated for the longest time, tears streaming down the sides of his face. He continued until his voice began to crack and the snot dripping down from his nose mixed with the saliva that came out from each choked plea. A million thoughts were racing through his head, none of them very good.

He had stopped begging when his voice became a silent whisper. He just lay there sobbing quietly to himself, sniffling occasionally.

It had seemed like forever but the vehicle had finally stopped. Cody began to think the worst. He heard the front door open and the driver get out and slam the door again. He heard his foot steps reach around to the front of the sliding door and as soon as Cody saw the door move he shut his eyes.

He heard the door clank as it hit the other side and he could feel wind hitting his face and droplets of rain splash against his skin, but he kept his eyes shut tight.

Cody instantly tensed up as he felt two hand grasp him firmly around the shoulders and slide him across the van until he could feel rain pounding against his whole body. The hands gripped even tighter as he felt himself being lifted up and out of the van and suddenly he could feel his feet touching ground. The hands let go.

This was it, he was going to let him go, Cody thought to himself. He was good, he never opened his eyes, he promised he wasn't going to tell anyone. And now, he was going to let him go.

Cody stood there for a second, shaking from the cold. Waiting.

He felt the hands behind him nudge him and he stumbled forward. They continued to push him as he took cautious steps, still not wanting to open his eyes. It wasn't until with one final push, full of force Cody lost his balance and fell forward. Instinct had him open his eyes and attempt to brace himself with his hands, but they were still bound together behind his back. Cody landed flat on his face onto wet asphalt, scraping his chin and forehead. His captor pulled him up by the back of his shirt and continued to prod him along until they reached a door.

The captor walked in front of Cody, and he saw it was a man, which he had secretly thought it was all along. This man was about a foot taller than himself with a stockier build, but he averted his eyes not wanting to make any eye contact with him. He unlocked and opened the door to revel an unlit room and ushered Cody quickly inside, the man peering over his shoulders anxiously.

Once inside the man made no effort to turn on the light but continued to prod Cody along. Cody felt like he was some cow, being prodded off to the slaughter house. He stumbled into random objects in the dark while the man deftly made his way through the room.

He stopped at a white door that was covered in heavy chains to keep something out, but as the man began to undo them, Cody had the sickening feeling they were to keep something in.

Once he had undone all locks and chains he swung open the door with a heavy creaking noise, and once again the lights were off. He shoved Cody in and he once again hit the floor. The man flicked on some dim fluorescent lights and Cody was now face to face with his captor as he began to walk towards him.

The man kneeled down in front of Cody and lifted his face up by his chin. Cody was quietly crying and trembling slightly.

"Shhhh. Hush, hush." The man had finally spoken in a scratchy voice. "It's okay," he continued "I'm not going to hurt you. Such a beautiful face." Tears still silently streaming down the side of his face. The man was smiling with a far away look in his eye.

Still grasping Cody by his chin he leaned forward and placed his rough mouth on Cody's soft, trembling lips. Parted them for him and forced his tongue inside. All the while Cody trying to wriggle out of his grasp only to have him clench his chin tighter, nails digging in and press harder and more forcefully into the kiss. The more Cody struggled against it, the rougher he got, biting his lip and sucking all the air out of his lungs.

When Cody's eyes began to flutter the man stopped, reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife. Cody froze as the man straddled him and reached around behind him. Cody heard as snap and felt his arms go free.

He instantly backed himself up into a corner, trying to get himself as far as he could from the man still holding a knife. The man took several steps toward him and Cody could feel him leering down on him, he looked up and saw the man towering over him.

He finally knelt down to Cody's eye level and pressed a finger over his lips. He took off Cody's left shoe, then both his socks. He then reached towards Cody's belt buckle and undid it. Cody shook his head, tears brimming over his eyes. He made to move but the man thrust the knife to his throat and all movement was stopped. When he had pulled the belt out of its final loop, he then unzipped Cody's pants and pulled them down his scrawny legs. He continued this agonizingly slow process until Cody was completely naked. The man grabbed all of Cody's clothes, got up and headed towards the door. He took one last longingly look at Cody, then turned off the lights and shut the door.

Cody could hear the chains and deadbolts all being locked.

Cody squinted, the only light source was the sliver between the door and the floor in front of him and a what appeared to look like the glow of a flashlight in the corner of the ceiling. Cody squinted and noticed a much smaller glowing red dot above it and knew it was a camera. He was watching him.

Cody drew his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around himself, trying to conceal as much of himself as he could. He rested his head against the wall next to him and continued to cry silently.

Zack entered his suite dripping wet. He dropped his backpack on the floor and his practice bag on the floor, shook himself a little to get rid of excess water and proceeded towards the bathroom. He noticed his and Cody's bedroom door was closed and as he entered the bathroom he called out, "Hey Cody, I'm gonna take a shower." and slammed the door. Running water could be heard.

Fifteen minutes later Zack emerged from the shower feeling warm and refreshed and went to his room, towel clad to put on his pajamas.

"Heya Codster how was sc…" he stopped noticing Cody wasn't in there. He shrugged and got dressed anyways. Maybe he was in the kitchen.

Zack walked out into the living area and saw no signs of Cody and assumed he wasn't home yet, flopped on the couch and turned on the TV. He began to channel surf until he settled on movie that was already half over but had piqued his interest. Some serial killer was finding new and interesting way to kill his victims.

Zack laughed at the characters. "Pft, what idiots, don't you know you never do that." He talked to the screen. "No, don't go there. Moron. Get what you deserve." He got up to grab a bag of chips and sat back down again.

"It's raining, typical. No, you so do not go into the empty park, alone, at night when it's raining. Yeah. See, I told you." Zack continued talking throughout the whole movie.

"Honey, who are you talking to?" Zack screamed, startled by his mom as she walked inside.

"Oh, just the TV." Zack replied.

"Oh, uh, okay." Carey nodded, "As long as you weren't talking to yourself."

"Naw." Zack said as he stretched out on the couch.

"Hey where's your brother?"

"I dunno, I'm not his keeper. He wasn't here when I got home."

"Well it's past seven should I be worried?" Carey asked a little nervously.

"No, I don't think so, Cody's a big boy mom. I'm sure he's just doing something homework related and got so caught up he forgot to call. You know how he gets." Zack had gotten up to face him mom and assure her that everything was probably alright. He stared up at her, only inches shorter than her now.

"Well," she stretched out "I guess your right, I have a show tonight at eight. He should be home before then you think?" she questioned.

"Yeah, and if not no later, I'm sure he'd pop in to let you know he's home. He is the responsible twin after all."

"Yeah, okay. I'm going to fix dinner then get ready. Mac n' cheese sound good? It's fast."

"Yeah sounds fine."

As Carey began to cook, Zack began to wonder where exactly Cody was. It wasn't really like him to not call, but then again maybe he was changing, he wasn't spending as much time with him as he used to. At school he hung out with Tapeworm and Zack his friends. And at home Cody's time was usually spent doing all his homework, while Zack got home at six every night after practice and went straight to the couch.

So Zack thought it was possible Cody was just off somewhere and simply was not planning on calling, he'd make sure he was home before it got too late.

Zack found that a tiny bit comforting and continued to watch TV from the counter as he ate the finished Mac n' cheese. His mom hurriedly chomping hers down so she could begin to get ready.

It was now seven forty five and Cody still wasn't home. Carey was hovering over the phone and glancing at the clock, and finally decided to leave.

"Now you make sure I know when he comes home right?" she said as she walked out the door.

"Yes mom, good luck." Zack wished her as he waved goodbye and she blew a kiss towards him.

Zack shut the door behind her and jumped back on the couch, half an hour later his eyelids began to feel very heavy and he couldn't help but fall asleep. Tiny snores escaping from his mouth.

Cody was silent, he had run out of tears to shed. He rubbed his puffy eyes and decided to get up, slowly grasping at the wall as he stood. He stood in the darkness for a while allowing his eyes to adjust and they slowly came around, he had to squint. There wasn't much to see anyways. He stretched his hands out in front of him and began to grope the wall beside him.

He walked slowly along, hands gliding against the smooth rubber covered walls until his foot hit something. He reached out his toe cautiously and held it hovering for a second before releasing it down to find a plush surface. He continued to feel and concluded that due to its size and the way it felt, it had to be a mattress.

Cody continued around the room until he had walked around it's whole perimeter. The whole room was no bigger than eight by eight feet and there was a drain in the middle. He felt like he was trapped inside a small, dark tomb. Cody walked back over to the mattress and hesitantly laid down. It was lumpy and smelt of urine but it was better than the floor. Cody lay his head down in the best spot he could find, curled his knees to his chest and closed his eyes. Within minutes soft breathing could be heard escaping from his mouth.