day by day


-another moment gone-

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*My apologies. Inspired slightly by Falling Through Midnight's story, And in the darkness, we'll find the ending –but completely different. You'll see. So sorry if I gave you the impression that it was like her story. It won't be.*


Chapter 2: do as i say

lie down/be quit/don't make a sound/or we'll be found.

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"—Up against the wall, children." He sneered. Other men; dressed in the oh-so-inconspicuous-black, crowded behind the leader with their white pearly teeth glowing in the dim-lighted house.

"And if we don't?" Chris Plovert bravely asked, tired of these men making his never tearful girlfriend, cry. The leader's smile grew wider as he slowly inched towards Plovert's erect figure.

"If you don't," he prompted knowingly. "You'll be paying a serious consequence." Plovert held his ground. He was taller than the man in black.

"Like…?" He wisely tested.

The man in black scoffed, "John…"

Another man dressed in black, scooted forward and held a gun to Plovert's head. Massie let out a howl.

"Plovert!" She gasped.

Plovert wasn't shaking but he wasn't smiling either—he understood; even without the words sliding out of their whisky-tainted breaths.

"Wanna pay the consequence?" 'John' taunted. Plovert hated to let his dignity be crumpled up by these assholes but he wasn't about to test the waters any longer.

"No." He coldly spat at John.

"Good," John moved the gun from Plovert's head and slid it back into his pocket—making sure some of it was still glinting in the poorly lit room.

Up against the wall, Alicia's doe-like eyes were stuck on the glinting silver gun that was hanging out of John's pocket. She watched as it shined and shimmered as John moved back to the shadows. She held her scream.

"Where are my parents?" Massie asked desperately, she looked around the room, holding Plovert's hand in hers.

"Not here." The leader of the men in black said.

"What do you mean?" She asked, her voice a higher octave.

"They're not here—what part of that don't you understand?" One of the nameless men in black snapped. Plovert's eyes flashed.

"Don't talk to her like that." He said indignantly.

The man who snapped at Massie came forward, scoffing at Plovert's protectiveness. "Lemme guess," he taunted. "You're this pretty girl's boyfriend."

Plovert refused to let that man's taunt make him cave.

There were five men there. Maybe more; Dylan wasn't sure.

"Plovert…" Cam warned. "Stop."

"That boy with the one blue and one green eye is right," the leader spoke again. "There's consequences…" He left his sentence hanging as he shifted to put his own gun in view of the terrified teens.

"Plovert, stop it." Massie begged.

Plovert stepped back towards the wall again; his eyes never leaving their eyes.

"Mark, what now?" John asked, staring at Skye with lustful eyes. Skye shuddered and leaned towards Kemp, who looked just as angry as Plovert did.

Massie tried to imagine this room, the living room, a happy place like it used to be. She tried to imagine her Father sitting on the reading chair with the lamp on, glasses on, muttering to himself. But when she opened her eyes, she remembered that this was really happening. That there was really a man dressed in black, sitting on that chair, lamp off, staring hungrily at her.

She bit back her scream too.

"We're going to take these pretty ladies, and feisty boys back to The Place." He said with ringing authority.

"How?" One of them asked.

"We'll wait the night here, then sneak out early in the morning." Mark said, his eyes never leaving Massie's hateful amber orbs.

"Okay."


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Who knows how much time passed, all Massie knew was that seeing Dylan, Kristen, Skye, Alicia, and Claire, leaning against their guys made her want to cry too. They were defenseless.

"Wake up ladies," John sneered, gun intact.

"Wha?" Alicia drowsily stammered.

"Time to go," Josh mumbled, helping Kristen up too. Alicia never had a boyfriend, nor did she want one. But up until today—she's never wanted a boy as much as now.

"Where are we going?" Massie asked in a small-not like Massie-voice.

"Stop asking so many questions." Mark snapped.

"Not until you tell us—I have to secure everything. Assure my parents…" Massie trailed off, unsure of what else to say.

"—Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Mark blew up.

Massie trembled as Mark got in her face.

"When I tell you to shut the hell up you will shut up. Clear?"

Tears rolled down her cheeks again.

"Yes," she whispered. Plovert glared straight at Mark with hate burning in his eyes. Strangely enough too, Derrick was glaring too. Dylan tried not to be bothered by her own boyfriend getting protective of her best friend.

Skye was sure that the boys would've charged by now, if it weren't for the guns pointed in their direction, and the duct tape holding them like chains. Tears were rolling down all of her friend's faces; it burned like flames.

The swirling confusion was hanging in the heavy air. The endless hole she felt like she was in felt like the abyss's that every poet knew about; a never ending film that just kept on rolling with maniac traitors leading them all into the dark holes. Farther and farther down they went, the more hope seemed to dwindle.

"Boys, we're going to tell you once—to avoid any consequences," Mark told them, a dangerous tone wavering in and out of Massie's ears. "You try to protect your helpless girlfriends again," Mark looked pointedly at Plovert, "—we'll shoot you: in the arm first, then the other, then your leg, then the other. And if you are still alive by then—and fresh—we'll shoot your head. Understood?"

Sobs racked Claire's body. She tried to calm herself but it just wasn't working. Cam shot her a 'be quiet, please' look; he didn't want her to attract any attention and piss them off any more than they are.

"And who's this?" A sadistic man saw Claire's and Cam's helpless exchange.

Cam was practically growling and Skye had to shoot him a glare to shut him up.

"C-Claire," she stammered.

"Claire…" The man prodded. "I'm Ryan; and you're such a pretty girl—I don't want to do you harm." He was tantalizing her, and everyone but her knew it.

"Please don't hurt her," Massie shouted unexpectedly.

They were all about to climb into the van but their attention was stopped shortly.

Plovert bit back his desperate words for his girlfriend to stop.

"Don't hurt Claire—she's done nothing wrong," Massie glowered. "Please."

Ryan's grin became clearly annoyed and fake—and Massie knew it.

"Ah, Massie Block," he grinned. "Such a beautiful girl… I wonder…"

Before she could see it coming, she saw Ryan's face changing before her very eyes, and he reached out his arm and his fist collided with her cheek. Letting out a silent scream, she collapsed.

"Ryan!" Mark growled warningly when he saw Ryan's angry eyes. "I told you to only strike when necessary."

Ryan shook his head and spat on the pavement.

Light was sweeping across the sky, leaking and pouring through windows. They had to move quickly if the men in black didn't want to get caught.

Mark's face was becoming clearer to Massie—hurt or not, she still could see; even through her tears.

Derrick and Plovert were ready to explode. Even Cam, Josh, and Kemp were looking very angry.

"That's what she gets for angering Ryan," Mark told them. "Don't do it again."

Seconds passed until they finally crawled into Kemp's van. Mark asked for the keys and Kemp handed them to Mark with a glare which Mark happily ignored.

"Untie me please," Plovert growled. "Let me help her in."

Ryan, the man Massie had seen on her father's chair inside her house, smiled a sadistic smile at Plovert. "I've got it taken care of."

He picked Massie up with rough hands, grasping her in uncomfortable areas. He tossed her in the backseat; she was their first captured victim in the van. Plovert steamed with fury; Derrick did too.

Skye was next, but she pointedly climbed in without Ryan's help. Massie was no longer crying. Skye had been untied for the car ride. She rubbed Massie's cheek gently and hugged Massie tightly.

Alicia crawled in with a quick lithe movement. Ryan stared lustfully. Mark was in front but John and the other unnamed were nowhere to be seen. Massie's head was throbbing but she managed to look lock eyes with the fuming Plovert.

"I'm okay," she mouthed to her protective boyfriend.

Plovert didn't look convinced; staring at her bruising cheek with haunted eyes. Massie made sure to look away and give him the view of her other non-damaged cheek.

Once everyone was loaded in, Mark and Ryan sat in the front seats; talking in whispered tones as Mark pulled out of the Block's driveway.

Alicia didn't know where they were going but she knew that if they wanted to stay alive and not to let anyone else get harmed, they better keep their mouths shut tightly and do as they were told.

Dylan squeezed her eyes shut tightly and leaned against Cam. Cam stared at Dylan for a moment then wrapped an arm around her. Derrick stared at Massie's closed lids and tried not to let his thoughts stray. Kristen and Josh were together because Mark didn't know about their relationship, so they were careful not to show PDA. Plovert was far from Massie and that wasn't going to change.

Driving to places of the unknown; not knowing what was waiting for them when they reached their destiny, apprehension was rolling off of them like sweat.


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Review Replies:

Anonymous: I'm sorry I gave you that impression. I can assure you, it is not. I haven't read that story recently, but I can see where you're coming from with this point. My apologies. It may seem similar in the beginning but the kidnapping isn't all that uncommon and this chapter should prove my point. If it doesn't, the next chapter definitely will. Thank you for your point and thank you for reviewing.

Raybanislove': Thank you! And thank you for reviewing! (: I'm taking French; haha.

Ohmyitsdani: Haha, I was hoping it would appear suspenseful. Thank you, and I appreciate your review a lot. You'll just have to wait and see what happens next. (: