Allen woke up shrouded in darkness. His sleep addled brain couldn't process where he was at first.
Upon waking, Allen found that he had an awful migraine. Perhaps he had been drinking and was now hung-over? He couldn't quite remember what had happened.
Trying to hold his dizzy and somewhat pounding head, Allen found that he couldn't move his arms. They were still a bit numb, but he could still feel something solid stopping them from moving.
After his pain subsided a bit, he started rolling his head around trying to get a look at where he was. There was no light making it pitch black, but even after his eyes adjusted to the lack of light all he saw was darkness and nothing else.
After a moment of focusing, he realized that he was laid down on his back. It felt like the surface he was laying on was hard...and soft...kind of furry?
Becoming more aware, he tried to move his arms more frantically than last time. Again they wouldn't move and when he looked down he could just make out what looked like rope wrapped around his body. Craning his neck, he saw that his hands had been tied at his sides.
Allen struggled to get out of it, but he was tied tightly and his arms wouldn't budge. A fiery pain seared into his arms as the rope dug sharply into his soft flesh.
Now, Allen was not known for being calm in a crisis. In fact, when he was scared or felt threatened, it was all too easy for him to fly into hysterics. He began to flail helplessly. It was only when he went to move his feet that he noticed they were tied together as well.
Where am I? Who did this? What's going on?
These questions tore mercilessly through Allen's mind. Allen's panic was starting to hit its peak when a sound shredded the previously oppressive silence. A bang that shook him and the surface he was on. It took him a moment to place the familiar sound, but when he did it was followed by the whir of an engine concreting Allen's suspicions.
That was the sound of a car door! I'm in a car! Why can't I see anything? It was then that Allen finally realized what a cramped space he was in. That was when it all started to click in his head.
He was lying on his back in a cramped, hard place that felt like it was lined with a furry carpet. Allen's sense of fear skyrocketed as he realized he was tied up in the trunk of the car of some unknown assailant. He could feel the car start to move, but he still could not wrap his head around the position he was in.
Why is this happening to me? Allen thought that the only real way to answer that would be to ask the person who'd kidnapped him in the first place and he didn't quite feel like doing that.
Hoping to signal for some help, Allen raised his feet and began kicking the roof of the trunk fiercely and scream at the top of his lungs. The car jerked immediately, but soon returned to driving normally, if not, much faster than it was before.
Allen continued to kick and scream hoping to attract attention, but he didn't get much of a chance to see if it worked.
Five minutes later the car driver slammed on the brakes sending Allen hurdling into the side of the trunk. Because he couldn't move his arms to protect himself from the collision, he ended up being thrown into the wall face first, his head being hit fairly hard.
Allen groaned as he began to inch himself away from the wall when he suddenly froze. Almost as soon as the car made a full (although sudden) stop, Allen felt as well as heard the car door being thrown open and then slammed closed soon after. Loud, furious footsteps stomped around the car until stopping in front of the trunk.
Allen held his breath, afraid to see who had taken him, but wanting to know what was going on. After a slight pause, the trunk was thrown open and a hand shot forward. Grabbing him by his shirt, the hand dragged him out of the trunk and onto the ground.
Allen felt himself fall painfully face down on concrete and listened to the echo made by the fall.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The 'fuck' part was said with so much venom as if it were the most important part of the sentence.
He heard the shout from above him, but with the pain of hitting the ground aggravating his headache, he was in too much pain to answer.
Suddenly, a foot slammed down on his head pressing his head harder against the ground. He had turned his face away so his cheek was now grinding against the floor. Allen opened his eyes and saw the car was parked in an empty parking garage. The shoe ground his cheek even harder, tearing the soft tissue causing it to bleed.
"Look, you little shit, I don't know what you're trying to pull here, but don't fuck with me!" The voice yelled again. It somehow sounded familiar to Allen.
In the back of his head somewhere, a fragment of recent memory surfaced. He could remember a friendly voice beckoning him over with ease. Then came the memory of a colder voice threatening to end him on the spot.
And now there was this one which was unlike the other two because it was filled with emotion. Venomous, tinged with annoyance and anger and dripping with a lust for murder. They were all so different, but all the same voice.
"Can he not speak or something? Maybe somewhere along the way I damaged his head. That may be troublesome…" The person above mused to himself. Almost as soon as the memories surfaced in his abused psyche, a name came to him.
"L-Lavi…" Allen called out tentatively and in a hoarse voice.
"Hm?" Lavi made a surprised sound at hearing his name called. Lavi knelt down beside him and, grabbing his side, flipped Allen onto his back. Both boys took this opportunity to analyze the other.
"I take it that means you're okay." Lavi observed.
"Well, not okay…" Allen said wondering how the hell he could be okay in this kind of situation. His body ached all over. The red head's inviting smile seemed misplaced.
"Now." Lavi's voice became slightly darker. "I think you were signaling for help." He was referring to Allen's previous actions.
Feeling slightly bolder, Allen opened his mouth. "So what if I was?" He gave Lavi a sharp glare.
"Hmm…" Lavi narrowed his eyes at Allen thoughtfully. "Methinks you don't understand the position you're in." With that, Lavi took a big step backwards.
Allen thought he was just going to leave him there tied up, but then Lavi kicked a foot forward catching him in the gut.
"Gah!" Allen cried in pain. He wished he could grab his stomach to help extinguish some of the pain, but he was still tied so he could only cough violently.
"Do not cross me. I will torture you. I will make your life a living hell." A creepy smile spread across Lavi's face, seemingly with a revelation. "Oh, no...your life is already a living hell."
Standing abruptly, as if he'd finished having his fun, Lavi grabbed the injured boy by his shirt and wrenched him onto his feet.
When Lavi began dragging Allen towards the car, he began trying desperately to get away, fearing that he would be locked in the trunk again. The flailing was getting to Lavi and within a second, he had turned around and slapped Allen hard across the face.
If it wasn't for Lavi's other arm holding his own arm in a vice-like grip, Allen would have been knocked to the ground by the force of the impact. His cheek stung and he fell silent as his eyes began to water.
"Finally, that shut you up." He heard Lavi grumble, though probably more to himself than Allen.
He began to pull the no longer struggling Allen to the car and, much to Allen's surprise, sat him in the passenger's seat this time. Lavi climbed back into the driver's seat and without another glance at his victim, started the car and drove out of the parking structure.
(Kanda POV...Kanda POV...Kanda POV)
"I can't believe we have to spend the rest of the day in here." Kanda heard someone grumble.
He was sitting in a recreation room of the prison (his damn parents made him visit) in a chair near a corner of the room with his feet propped up on a table.
The scared straight program was cut short in the middle of one of the pompous warden's speeches when the prison's alarms started blaring. A panicking guard had come to the warden right then and said that someone had broken out of the prison and that they'd taken a hostage.
Now the young "guests" were camping out in one of the rec rooms while they waited for the authorities to get a handle on the situation. The warden, whatever his name was, had made a show of waving it off as a low-level prisoner running off. He claimed it was "nothing to worry about", but the look of quickly rising panic in him told a different story.
"You know what I heard?" Some people in a group further off from Kanda were talking.
"What?"
"I heard the guards saying it was this guy, The Bookman, who broke out."
"The Bookman?"
"That's his last name or title or something. No one knows his first name. He's used about 40 different ones."
"How do you know?"
"Saw a special about it on TV. You know, one of those nighttime criminal shows on the Murder Channel."
"Oh."
"I saw it too! That guy was one sick fuck!"
"What did he do?"
"What didn't he do? The only thing he isn't guilty of is kidnapping the president's daughter."
The sick jerk snickered at his own joke then continued. "He committed several bloody, bloody murders. It was a complete massacre. He beat some people's brains out with a large hammer, others were thrown out of windows or choked or mutilated with knives. It's like he used whatever was on hand to commit the most painful killings possible.
He paused in his tirade to breathe before continuing. "He would move from place to place with a new life, new identity, new name. And when the police caught onto him and were finally getting close after years of this, he must've decided to go out in style.
He became a rapist for the last week before he was caught. Every night one or more people! He raped everybody, women, children, MEN! And some were real strong men too! Mans a demon!" The boy was getting real excited now. Kanda turned his head away in disgust when a sudden thought came to him.
Meanwhile, Leverrier and Link were speaking with the head of security about the current situation.
"So if it wasn't a guard that the little monster abducted, then who?"
"Must've been an innocent." Link said, using the preferred term used to refer to people who are neither prisoners nor workers in the prison, though this group of visitors may be anything but innocent.
"Hey." An Asian teen with long black hair stood up and called out to the room. "Where's Allen? Has anyone seen the Moyashi?"
Allen..? Leverrier thought as a light went off in his head about who the poor hostage might be.
