Captured © Live Life –x

Thank you all for patiently waiting! I've been doing some end of the year testing! Now only 20 odd days left of school, thennnnn SUMMERRR! I'm pretty excited; I'll be able to focus on my stories more. (: Alright, you guys were awesome and reviewed, and now here's the first chapter!

Chapter One – Gabriella's introduction

You were all wondering how I ended up in the hell I was in, and now here I am getting ready to tell you how I lived, how I survived in the cement room for more than four weeks. I fare warn you, it was horrid. I won't sit here and lie to your faces, saying everything was fine and dandy, because that is complete bull shit. I had to go through therapy, my eyes had to adjust to light again, and I had to heal physically and mentally. Coming out of that experience, had made me love life, and appreciate anything and everything. I learned many things throughout it, I learned to love and to trust, all thanks to him. Later on you'll learn who 'he' is. I promise you that.

Ready. Set. Go.

G.P.V.*

I was so zoned into my book; I hadn't noticed my best friend Danny Wilton had sat beside me and began to talk.

"G! Hello, anybody home?" He asked teasingly.

I watched from the corner of my eye as he tried to grab my book. I snatched it away from his grasp quickly. I got up gracefully from the comfortable spot on the couch. I guess I hadn't heard the front door open. I skipped, jumped, and slid toward the front door. I leaned forward; my hand on my knees gasping to breathe through my laughing. I obviously caught him off guard. My laughing never stopped as I grabbed my book bag, heading toward the front door. I made sure I grabbed my track shoes, before opening the door, and began to skip toward the sidewalk. I could hear his fast heavy footsteps before he picked me up and placed me over his shoulders like I was some sort of rag doll. I rested my elbows on his back, as my fists kept my head up. I let him carry me as far as he wished. I watched as the trees passed by me, nothing in the world mattered. I was on my way to school with my best friend. Nothing could ruin this day, but when I heard the rubber burn from a rather large black GMC's tires, I began to hyperventilate. The windows were tinted. That was never a good thing. A man in all black stepped out of the vehicle and started to walk toward us as if it were nothing but a formal meeting. Danny placed me on my feet, and grabbed my hand.

"Run G. Just run." He whispered, squeezing my hand in his. "Do what you do best."

I looked down at my feet. Flip-flops. I decided to wear these today? Was I crazy? Without thinking I kicked them off my feet, picked them up and began to run. I was the track athlete star; I could outrun a scary man, right? Danny was right beside me, holding my hand; I looked all around looking for a place to hide. I could hear many men yelling, and running after us. I squeezed Danny's hand, before turning a sharp corner. Heading toward the school could possibly get everybody killed. That'll never happen. Not on my watch. I let go of Danny's hand knowing he was right behind me. I jumped the fence, as if it were a hurdle. I was imagining this was nothing more than track meet. Skillfully, I jumped a few more fences, and slowly began to go into a jog, I looked behind me, and smiled. There was Danny, his head in between his legs, trying to get his breath back. I almost forgot. He was never into sports, he was my artist. Danny finally got up, and walked over to me, and began to wheeze.

"Damn, G. You did great. Now let's get out of this yard, before these people call the cops."

I raised my arms above my head, and stood still for a minute. I was going to get my breath back before I did anything. I watched Danny's face, it went from impressed to frightened in only a split-second. He began to run toward me, but before he got to me, I felt it. Someone stood behind me, his breath on my neck. He leaned forward his lips touched my ear.

"Come calmly, and quietly, if you don't I'll have my friend snap your little boyfriends neck."

His voice was harshly dark.

I put my hands in the air as if surrendering. I took a step forward, another man in black held Danny; he began to struggle, trying to get away from him.

"Don't move, pretty boy." The man said to Danny harshly.

I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and then everything went black.

I watched as John picked up her limp body and carried her as if she were some toy. He looked at her with hungry eyes. I couldn't stand to watch, to know so much about her, about what she holds, about the power. John, and his minions were nothing but evil pricks looking for money. I don't know why I have come along, but I now know what I must do. It pains me to see her, her eyes closed, she looked almost peaceful. Only she wasn't in peaceful sleep, she was knocked out with the butt of John's gun.

I looked toward the younger boy; his eyes were wide, and scared. King stood there and held him; he knocked the boy out too, tying his hands and feet. The big man carried the thin young boy toward one of the GMC's.

As I slid into the leather clad backseat, John laid the girl into the back; her head lay on my lap. I looked down at her, and began to stroke her soft hair.

It'll be over soon.