AN: i hoped you liked the first chapter! now i'ma write this one!
ENJOY!
Chapter 2"
Kenji started his truck. hiro had a weird feeling about this guy, but there was no way he could walk home on his own so he ignored the gut feeling. after he started the truck, he pushed a button on the dash and hiro heard his seatbelt click. that weird feeling was coming back...
he quietly pushed the button on his buckle but it wouldn't come undone.
"oh, no. that must've been what that button was for." he thought, "this is not good."
"Wait, maybe it's just stuck? don't jump to conclusions, hiro."
suddenly, hiro noticed that the man made a wrong turn.
"Kenji?"
"what?"
"you're going the wrong way." hiro said trying to stay calm.
"no, i'm not."
"uh, ya, you are. my house is that way." he retorted pointing behind them.
"Oh! you actually thought i was taking you to your house? pft! no, no, no. i'm taking you to MY house." he explained with a maniac grin on his face.
"Oh... shit. shit. shit. shit. shit..."
hiro decided not to freak out. it would just make things worse for him. instead he stealthily slid his phone out of his pocket and into the crack between the seats so that he could alert his aunt when he got the chance. or, if he escaped he would lave it there so they could track he man down.
kenji stopped the truck in an alley. luckily he made a mistake of unlocking hiro's seatbelt before he got out of the truck. once his seatbelt was unlocked, he flung his door open and bolted.
BANG!
kenji shot hiro.
thankfully the bullet only grazed his thigh, but it still knocked hiro to the ground. before he could get up and run again, kenji had grabbed hiro by the arm and dragged him back to the truck. hiro screamed for help, but kenji slapped his hand over his mouth-barely allowing him to breathe-and held a knife to his throat. hiro hyperventilated trying to yell for help, but it was no use. once he finally calmed down, kenji put a piece of duct tape over his mouth in place of his hand. after that he patted hiro down in the worst ways possible. then he duct taped his arms and legs together and threw him in the truck again.
hiro yelled and screamed against the duct tape over his mouth as he fought against his restraints, but it was no use. he gave up after a while. he laid on his side so that his hands were by the crack between the seats and his body would block kenji from seeing. sense he had already cleaned out his pockets he took his phone and quickly texted his aunt.
"help kidnap track fone dont respond."
message sent
"Yes! yes! yes! yes! yes!" hiro mentally screamed with joy.
cass was running the café as usual. she was on her way to a table with a plate of food when her phone buzzed in her pocket. she checked it to see a text from hiro.
"help kidnap track fone dont respond."
cass dropped the plate of food and covered her mouth to avoid screaming.
she called 911 and reported what happened.
kenji stopped the truck at an old house in the middle of nowhere about an hour later. he quickly shoved his phone back into the crack of the seat. he couldn't risk kenji finding it on him.
kenji grabbed hiro by the arm, dragged him to the garage, and jerked him inside. he ripped the duct tape off of his arms and legs, causing I'm to scream in pain.
"you're free to roam the garage."
with that, kenji left him to his own devices and locked the door with a high-tech passcode lock that would explode if it was destroyed.
hiro took note of that very important fact about the lock...
