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Chapter Four: May It Be

Kline's POV

I was still sitting in a chair. It was a terribly interesting chair, I had grown to notice. It made all other chairs look dull in comparison. Oh yeah, that's right. I was in a cool chair. Coolest of all chairs. Other chairs looked up to it, followed it around, worshipped it. Other chairs wanted to be my chair.

And no, I was not delirious. But I had nothing else to do other than write personal stories for inanimate objects that sat in my room. So far, I had a nerdy cot that spent his entire life trying to prove to the popular chair that he was good enough for her. A couple of glass shards followed them around singing annoying songs. That's right. My cot and chair weren't only a story, they were a musical. One song was called "Chairs Just Wanna Have Fun". It was sung by my chair, and scarily enough, resembled that song "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun". It was a pretty pathetic song. I didn't like it much.

I shook my head, trying to remove chair and cot thoughts out of my head. I mean, come on, how many normal girls think about chairs and cots, and their personal lives? Not many, that's for sure.

Christine might have, I reflected, scooting towards the cot a bit in my chair. Christine thought about loads of weird things. But she never thought about those kind of things. I was the one who had come up with the plugs and outlets thing. She had rolled her eyes. But did anyone ever think about it? I mean, the plugs really are like whores, diving into any old outlet. I scooted closer to my cot. Did the outlets get jealous, I wondered. I wonder if they ever struck back against their plugs.

I had reached my cot! Woo-hoo! Alert the presses! I began to rock back and forth in my chair, carefully tilting it towards the bed. Slowly but surely, it tipped over, and I fell onto the cot. I was still tied to the chair, sure, but now I was laying down. I sighed in delight and shut my eyes, beginning to fall asleep.

However, right before I reached dreamland, the door crashed open and I was startled into alertness. I opened my eyes hesitantly, not wanting to see who was there. Marie, however, didn't let me stay in ignorance for long.

"Kline! Wake up! We're leaving!"

Well, that certainly got my attention.

"Leaving?" I asked slowly. Did this mean they were letting me go? Probably not, but I could dream.

"Yes, that's right. Someone alerted the police about a young woman being held captive here. The police are on their way. My plans are disrupted. I am taking you to St. Ives," she snapped, yanking me up and untying me. I flexed my hands experimentally, relieved that my wrists were free from their bondage.

"Do you know who alerted them?" I questioned. Marie turned to stare at me. We're talking snake-like stare here, people. Be afraid.

"I have a feeling that Ace may have spoken with some of the wrong people. She doesn't know about the snitches and plainclothes cops, as so many people refer to them as. She probably mentioned you. I will have to harm you for that, I'm afraid."

"Hey! What did I have to do with anything?" I shouted, a bit upset at being used. Come on! I wasn't the one walking around and telling cops where I was. Not that it was a bad idea, but still.

"Ace has an interest in you. She wants you for her own property. If I hurt you, it may prove a good example. Now shut up! Fredrick and Amelia are waiting for you!"

Fredrick. That was his name. Well, at least my kidnapper could do something right. Joy of all joys. Note my sarcasm.

I was hurried down the hall, a couple of bad guys leering at me. I sneered back at them, tripped one of them (Marie had to hold him back and threaten him before he put his knife away and left), and generally made myself appear the tough guy that I wasn't. Didn't really fool them, I guess, but it showed them I wasn't any wilting flower. I hate girls who act like that.

I was taken out to a van in the back, where I was quickly shoved inside. Amelia and Fredrick pulled me inside and sat me down. Before I could speak, they had pressed their hands against my mouth and were hissing words into my ear.

"Don't speak. Marie is ticked off, it wouldn't do you any good. Just let it be."

I nodded quietly and they removed their hands. I let out a long yawn, realizing that I had been avoiding sleep for a couple of days. Whenever I had slept, I had nightmares about Christine, Jenny, and Sherlock. Amelia smiled at me, and Fredrick nodded towards the blanket that was next to me. Shrugging, I lay down on the floor, drew the blanket over me, and fell into a deep sleep, undisturbed by dreams.

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"Wake up!"

I snapped to attention, waking up on my cot with a thin blanket over my lower body. I was confused. Where the heck was I? This place was much nicer than my old lair. This place had paint on the walls (light blue) and carpet on the floor. And my cot wasn't a cot, but a twin-sized bed. I even had a TV in my room! Hey, this was all right. I might be able to catch some of my favorite TV shows. I liked watching the Gilmore Girls. I wondered if they had it over here in England.

"Are you awake?" Marie asked, scowling at me. I nearly scowled back before remembering that she had the rights to hit me. Correction. She had no right to hit me, but nobody was going to hold her back.

"Yeah, I'm awake. Is this my room from now on?" I asked. Marie sneered at me, but nodded.

"Yes. Amelia and Fredrick wanted you to have a TV and bed. They will be spending the most time with you from now on. I have other jobs to do around here."

I looked at her in interest. "Other jobs?"

"Yes... some associates of mine have some things to learn," Marie informed me, her mouth twisted into a demented grin. Can we get one thing across? Marie is weird. Intelligent, but I think she lost whatever remained of her sanity years ago.

"Killing them?" I asked casually, my stomach twisting a bit at the thought.

"Perhaps, if they don't cooperate. I'm leaving now. But I needed to give you this before I left."

Marie's hand recoiled and then came across my face with a snap. She slapped me a few times, which sorta hurt, and then drew her hand into a fist and slammed it into my cheek. Ok, that really hurt. As in OW! Marie smiled sweetly at me, turned on heel, and left me to clutch my face in pain.

Sighing (which hurt, actually), I fell back onto my bed and breathed deeply, pondering my bad luck. First I got captured, which sucked in and of itself. I barely remembered the details anymore. I had been chasing the dancer girl who had been killing everyone, and had followed her into the warehouse that Marie was staying at. I didn't even recognize all the bad peoples until I got hit on the head with a piece of wood. That was an even bigger ouch than being hit by Marie. Next thing I knew, I was waking up in my old room, tied to a chair. I got food every day by some people, but Marie hadn't visited until a week or two after my capture. Guess she was involved with some other unspeakably evil thing.

Pawing around the bed, I found a remote and flipped the TV on. I wonder if England got good cartoons.

I know it is short, but that is all I wanted to accomplish this chapter. That's all I have planned: what I intend to accomplish each chapter. I don't expect many reviews for this chapter, so I'll play nice and try to give you a new one soon.