Day of kidnapping

Eric slammed his fist into the punching bag. The bag swung in the air from the punch. Eric punched the bag again, and again and again. He punched fast and hard. Eric turned fast, kicking the bag. The bag swung back and forth as Eric lowered his arms.

Eric turned from the punching bag. He walked to his bag on the floor across the small room. Eric picked up his towel from the top of his bag and slung it around his neck. He picked up his water bottle and took a long drink. Eric lowered his water bottle, breathing heavily. He wiped the sweat from his face with his towel. Eric sat down on the bench beside his bag. He took another long drink before setting his bottle down. He pulled the towel from around his neck and dropped it on his bag. Eric grabbed the straps of his gloves and unwrapped his hands. He placed his wraps back into his bag.

Eric reached into the side pocket of his bag, where he'd placed his valuables, and pulled out a small black box. He opened the box. Inside was a diamond ring fastened to a silver band. The diamond was round cut fitted to the silver band. He picked the ring up out of the box. The inside of the band had been engraved in Latin; Meus Altivolus Aquila. My Soaring Eagle. Eric was never really a sentimental person, but the phrase fit his girl perfectly.

Eric put the ring back into the box and sighed. He couldn't believe that he was about to make one of the biggest decisions of his life. Eric closed the box and held it tight.

Suddenly the door opened and Eric's partner and friend, Wes, entered the room. Wes closed the door behind him, completely oblivious to Eric's presence. As Wes turned, he stopped dead.

"Whoa, sorry Eric. I didn't know the room was in use." He said.

"Don't worry about Wes. I was finishing up anyways." Eric replied.

Wes walked over to Eric's side and set his bag on the ground. Wes looked over at Eric, catching sight of the box in his hand. Wes smirked. "So how're things with you and Taylor?"

Eric zipped up his bag. "That's none of your concern, Wes."

"So asking what's in the box-"

"Is a need to know basis." Eric said. He stood up and picked up his bag. "And you don't need to know."

"Oh come on Eric. What is it? A pin? Earrings? A ring?" Wes asked. Then his eyes grew wide. "It's a ring isn't it?"

"Wes, do yourself a favor and shut up." Eric said. Eric picked up his water bottle and turned. He slipped the box into his bag and headed for the door.

"Tell Taylor I say hi." Wes called.

Eric shook his head and left the room. He walked out of the private gym and stepped into the sun. He walked out to his car and started up. Eric pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to his home.

Once we returned to his house, Eric dropped his gear off and headed to the shower. He had a few hours before he was meeting with Taylor. He showered quickly, cleaning the sweat from his body. Wrapped in a towel, Eric walked into his room and dressed in the clothes he'd previously set out.

Eric pulled on a black sleeveless top. He grabbed a clean pair of jeans and finished dressing with a red button up shirt over the tank. Eric fixed the color and picked back up his towel. He dried his hair quickly and tossed the towel into the hamper.

Eric walked back out into his living room and grabbed his gym bag. He walked back into his utility room and tossed his clothes into the washer. Eric pulled the box out of his bag and slipped it into his pocket. He walked through the hall of his house and stopped by his birds.

Eric watched the birds hop around the cage, chirping happily. He smirked. "Wish me luck, guys."

"You'll need it." Said a voice.

Eric turned quickly. He had only seconds to see who was behind him. But as he turned, he could see the shadow of something moving fast for him. Then a sharp pain in the pain of his head caused him to drop to the ground. Eric had only moments of consciousness before he finally slipped unconscious. The ring still in his pocket.

and the fateful day...so sad.

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