CHAPTER 3: Not Again!
That night Wendy got out some blankets for Van, who was fast asleep on her couch.
They had talked all evening. Van had held Wendy in his arms during all that time, and was not willing to let her go. He fell asleep right in that position, leaving Wendy to wrench herself out of his tight grip around her waist. She gazed at him one more time happily to watch him sleep peacefully, before she headed up to her own bed upstairs. As she reached her door it was closed, and there was light coming through the crack on the bottom of it.
"That's weird" she thought "I didn't close the door or leave on the light this morning…." Slowly turning the handle she peaked her head through the door opening, and glanced around the room. Everything seemed perfectly fine, so she opened it wider and stepped in. Suddenly she heard a rustle behind her and out of a blue a large burly man came up and plunged a bag over her head.
"LET ME GO! HELP! VAN!" she screamed in a muffled tone blocked by the density of the bag.
"Shut up bitch and keep quiet, I don't want Pretty boy Van from the Garbage Dump hearing you." said the man in a deep voice.
Wendy couldn't see at all, the man held her arms extremly tight and started to tie them the together. She began kicking frantically hoping she would luckily kick him hard enough to let her go.
"Would you stop kicking me! God you little pest! Brock! Help me take this bitch back to the armor while I get Pretty boy downstairs."
"K boss!" came a less manlier voice from the side of the room.
All of a sudden a huge bang came from the door, and in came in Van full of rage.
"You bastard let go of Wendy!" Van cried at the man clutching her.
"Not until you come with us Pretty Boy Van from the Garbage Dump." said the bulky man.
Van rolled his eyes, he had heard that nickname too many times, it was his least favorite out of all of them. Pulling out his sword he quickly ripped open the bag covering Wendy's face. She gasped heartedly for air, while watching Van quickly take down the scrawny man lunging toward him on the side of the room. The man holding her started to drag Wendy across the room toward the window. A huge yellow armor was waiting outside for them.
"VAN!" she hollered.
Van whipped around and held out his sword to the man, "Drop her now, or I'll kill you with one swipe." he threatened him.
"Ha, as you wish." laughed the man. Holding Wendy now with one muscular arm, he leaned over and dropped her out of the window.
N/A: O no! What happens to poor Wendy? Keep reading to find out!
