[an] let's see how this goes. =D


Against All Odds
-there's more to this; it's a battle of wits-


The sun was just starting to set as he pulled into the parking spot directly in front of room 128. He shut the car off and turned his attention toward the girl in the backseat. Her hand was close to the door handle. Her eyes were shifting from him, to the hotel, to the window. He noticed her widened brown eyes, her shaking fingers – he could only imagine how fast her heart was racing.

He manually unlocked the door and relocked it before slamming it shut. He ran around the car, a million thoughts racing through his mind. How was he going to get her to stay in the hotel room? What does the man who took his niece want with this woman? Was she going to try to fight him? What if he tried to contact the police?

He pulled the remote clicker out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He pulled the door open. Just as she lunged across the backseat toward the opposite door, he relocked the doors with the remote. She threw her slender frame against the door and screamed in frustration.

The sound sent him reeling. "No, no don't scream. Someone will hear you." He pleaded, reaching in and trying to grab her legs to pull her out of the car.

"That's what I'm counting on." She kicked at him, causing him to pull his arms back. "Let… me… go" she screamed, kicking.

"No, please. Don't. I'm not going to hurt you. I need your help."

"Bullshit." She kicked him in the chest with enough force to make him stumble. She slid out of the car, her feet hitting the pavement in front of him. She pushed passed him and started to run. He rose quickly and chased after her. He caught her around the waist, "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. Please stop fighting." He tried to hold the squirming brunette still as he dragged her back toward the car.

"You abducted me and drove me to a creepy hotel in the middle of nowhere!" she shrieked. He sighed, realizing how the situation looked and knowing full well that if he were the brunette – he wouldn't believe him either.

So he released his grip around her waist and instead wrapped his fingers tightly around her wrist. He pulled her next to him as he unlocked the doors to the car and grabbed the manila envelope and keycard off of the passenger seat. "Just cooperate, please. This is only as difficult as you make it." He slammed the door and dragged her toward the building.

She scoffed, but said nothing. She tried to pull her hand free as he fought to slide the keycard into the door of room 128. He tightened his grip and felt a pang of regret when she whimpered in pain. He pushed the door open and pulled her inside. Closing and locking the door with the deadbolt.

"Make yourself comfortable." He muttered, releasing his grip and tucking the keycard inside of his pocket.

He walked over to the TV and switched it on, seizing the remote off of the nightstand, he pulled a chair over in front of the door and sat down.

"What kind of creep are you?" She crossed her arms and stared at him as he flipped through the channels on the television.

He turned his attention toward the brunette and fought the urge to chuckle when he noticed she was tapping one converse-covered foot. "I'm not."

"You kidnapped me and brought me to a hotel…." She began.

"Look, this has nothing to do with you. " He retorted, annoyed. "Will you just sit down and shut up. I'm waiting for a call."

"If this has nothing to do with me, then why am I being held here against my will?"

He sighed. She was a chatty thing. He couldn't imagine why someone was looking for her. "I'm just following orders, okay?"

"So are you like a bounty hunter?" She finally sat down on the bed, so he turned his eyes back to the TV – settling on a hockey game.

"Why, are you in some kind of legal trouble?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Then you know that I'm no bounty hunter." She screeched again and he flinched away from the noise. "Just SHUT UP and watch the game." He turned up the volume on the TV when she opened her mouth to speak – clearly unhappy with the way he had spoken to her.

She huffed, crossing her arms. She sat cross-legged on the bed and rolled her eyes. "You know I could just go and call the police right now. There's a telephone right over there."

"You won't get to it before I will." He responded, not bothering to look her way.

She didn't reply, but – given her attitude – he was sure her eyes were narrowed with distaste. He smirked at the thought. No matter how dire the situation, he couldn't help but relish in the idea of annoying the brunette stranger.

"Are you going to at least tell me your name?" she questioned – as she shifted on the bed. He heard the faint squeak of the old mattress as she moved and her prepared to make a move.

"Why should I?"

"I should at least get to know my captor's name. If you don't mean me any harm what would it hurt to know your name?" Another squeak – she was trying to distract him.

"It's Phil." He replied. "You're April."

"You know my name?"

"You didn't think I'd just come and grab you and not know your name – did you?" He didn't move.

"I guess not." One, two, three.

She made a mad dash for the phone. He beat her there and grabbed it, pulling it out of her reach. "I told you it was worthless. Now, sit down. I don't like to talk when I'm watching my game."

She sat on the bed; arms crossed and leaned against the headboard. She stared at him through narrowed eyes as he returned to his seat – phone in hand.


-[x]-


The phone rang an hour and half later and he picked it up. "HELP ME PLEASE."The Brunette made a move to grab the phone, but he yanked it away, holding the receiver to his ear.

"I guess I don't have to ask if you got the girl," the same gravelly voice filled his ears. He laughed and Phil felt the sudden urge to break something.

"I have her; now tell me where Kylee is." Phil shouted. He hadn't noticed he had begun to pace. He felt the brunette's eyes on him, but he ignored her.

"It's not that easy, Phillip. Did you think I would just let you have her back? You have to earn my trust first."

"I can go to jail. I could spend the majority of my life behind bars. What more could you want from me?"

"I just want to make sure you aren't going to go running to the police. This is between you and me."

"I told you, I wouldn't."

"Yes, but I don't believe you. Not yet. That's why you have to find me. If you find me and bring me the girl and you do not call the police. Then you can have your niece back."

"Will you let me talk to her?" Phil raked his fingers through his hair.

"Not this time. If you want to find your niece, Phil. You must go back to where it all began."

And with that, the line went dead.

Phil slammed the phone down against the receiver. He yanked the cord out of the wall and threw the phone. The brunette flinched as it hit the wall –smashing and falling onto the carpeted floor, a mess of broken pieces.


[an] sooo, what do you think the kidnapper means by "back to where it all began?" I actually updated this before the end of the month – just like I said. Wow. So. I hope you guys enjoyed this… and your feedback would be greatly appreciated.

[disclaimer] I do not own cm punk or aj lee. I am not benefiting financially from this work… yada, yada, yada.. it is called fan –fiction after all.