Chapter 4

Wilbur was thrown onto the mossy forest ground. His mysterious kidnapper pulled him back to his feet by his shirt collar. He brought the gun back out and Wilbur's eyes widened.

"Relax, I'm not gonna' kill you," the man said. "My master has forbidden it. He needs you alive. Now move." He pressed the gun against Wilbur's back, and Wilbur started to walk. He was relieved that they weren't going to kill him. But he wanted to know what they wanted with him. Maybe they were just going to keep him for ransom. But what do they want? Money? Supplies? A time machine?

A time machine. Wilbur wished he could slap himself in the forehead right then. Of course. The time machine could change history; of course an evil person would kidnap the inventor's son and demand a time machine for the ransom.

After about twenty minutes of walking they came to a blue and green hover car. The kidnapper took a remote-like device and pressed one of the many buttons on it. The hatch of the hover car opened and the man took Wilbur and threw him into the backseat. Wilbur's head hit the window right behind the seat and immediately started to throb. Wilbur fought back the tears that started to form. The man climbed into the front seat closed the hatch above their heads. He pushed a glowing green button and the hover car lifted into the air. Wilbur sat up in the seat and looked out the window. They were now speeding through the air, away from the Robinson mansion.

"When we get to my master's lair you had better not try anything funny," the man said from the front seat. Wilbur had decided to call him Gun Man, since he brought out his gun a lot. He even had it laying on the seat right next to him.

They were driving through the city now, and Wilbur was lying on the floor, since Gun Man had ordered him to. All the bright buildings went past them in a fast blur of color. Wilbur actually wished he was in school right now. Being in school was way better than heading off to some unknown place with an insane gun crazy lunatic.

There was a beeping sound from the front of the hover car, and Wilbur knew that this meant there was an incoming video message. From the floor Wilbur could hear Gun Man push a button, then some static, then a voice.

"What is taking you so long, Kahf?"

"The kid was being difficult back at the house sir. I'm bringing him to you right now."

"Well obviously, since you're in the hover car talking to me on the video screen. Where is the Robinson boy?"

"Tied up on the floor in the back."

"And he's not injured or anything?"

"Not at all."

"Why do I see that gun by you?"

"Because…well…just in case…"

"There is no just in case! The kid is to stay alive and uninjured! So either you put the gun away or I'll shoot you with it when you get here!"

"Yes sir." Wilbur heard Gun Man fumble with the gun before putting it back in his pocket.

"Good. Now hurry your ass up and get the Robinson kid to me!"

"Yes sir," Gun Man repeated. Wilbur heard some more static and then heard the video screen switch off.

"Did you hear that back there kid?" Wilbur gave a muffled reply. "Well good. Now you know what my master is like. He will take no funny business whatsoever, just as I said earlier. If you're good and do exactly as we say, you might just find your way back home." Gun Man didn't say what would happen if Wilbur didn't cooperate with them, and Wilbur decided he didn't really want to know.

Wilbur had been trying to get out of the ropes that bound his hands together, but had gotten no luck at all. He noticed he wasn't getting anywhere, so he decided to give up. He just lied there on the floor, hopeless and scared.

Ok, I'm sorry to all of you out there who aren't fond of cussing. I'm not either but it just seemed like the right word to put in that sentence (ass) and the right kind of attitude for Gun Man's master. I'll try to stop the cussing unless it's absolutely necessary, which I hope it isn't.

Oh, and Kahf (which is Gun Man's last name) is pronounced like cough. You know, sicky sicky cough cough.

Review please!

-Taylor