Sorry it took so long to update this story, I really abandoned it… but NOW I will write really really much

Disclaim: OUATIM is not mine and I thank Robert deeply for creating it.

Chapter 7) Kidnapped.

They where driving for about three hours and none of them had said a word. Except the one time the evil sunglass-man ordered Gregory to drive them to a motel somewhere very far from their home.

Rosaline sat next to the sunglass-man, trembling of fear. The wicked man still had his gun pointed at her and slowly she started to realise what all has happened before. The bad man had shot Curcuiz and he was probably dead. She'd know the man her entire life and she'd loved him like he was her uncle. What lead her to the next scary thought. This sunglass-man had also killed her real uncle and Anjedrez. And shot her papá!

'What am I going to do now,' She asked herself in shock. She was so far from home and there was nothing she could do, even as a good trained spy. 'And I'm not going to speak to the sunglass-man, because he'll hurt me.'

From the corner of her eye's she looked at Gregory, he noticed her look and smiled slightly back but his eye's told her other things. He was scared to, very scared. It made her eye's fill with new tears.

She started to sob. "I wanna go home, señor. Please I wanna go back!" The first few tears run down her cheeks.

"It's a lill' late for that sugar." The sunglass-man said with a smirk. "You're daddy ain't that nice for his guest and for that you'll have to pay the price." His hollow laugh echoed through the car. "So you're lucky I don't like it much to hurt lill' kiddy's. But if you dare to scream or even make a sound at the motel I have to do something pretty nasty to you, got that?"

Ever word coming from the mouth of the sunglass-man made her shiver, even worse then the time she had a fiver from falling in the pound. There was no doubt the man wasn't lying. And it was so dead frightening because he was the first person that said things to her like that.

"I asked you a question kid. Do you understand?" The man said with a scaring low tone.

She nodded. "I understand, señor."

"Good, so you won't make a sound?" He whispered in her ear.

Quickly she shook her head. "No señor I won't."

"Well, good girl. Now tell me you're name, you might be with me for a long time so I better know some stuff 'bout you."

She swallowed trying to stop crying. "R-rosaline, señor."

The sunglass-man smiled and continued. "Rosaline, nice name you got there kid. How old are you?" His voiced had changes a bit, with some more warmth and a little less terrifying.

"Five" She whispered, holding back more tears.

"Five… nice age. I remember being five, not much to worry about, no taxes, no bitches that betray you… nice time." He grinned. "Be glade you're five kiddo."

She nodded immediately not wanting to disrespect the man. 'But he is not right. Being five is really stupid. You can't watch tv when you want. You have to go to bed too early and you have to wear silly clothes you haven't picked yourself. Always stupid dresses, there is absolutely no fun with dresses. Everything got done for you and that is not cool. I wanna do things myself, right after I'm home again…'

Worried she watched through the window. It was dark outside and she couldn't recognize anything she saw outside. Small ugly houses, cactuses and again some ugly little houses. Where was she? Her eye's told her they where ready to cry again. She bit her lip. 'No more crying. Papá told me spies never cry and I'm a spy, a very good one!'

It took them for more then an hour and she was about to fall asleep. A sudden stop made her jump back into real life. Immediately her lip started to tremble. 'I thought it was all just a very bad dream.' The doll she loved so deeply clenched around her chest. Lolita was the last one that could protect her from the evil sunglass-men.

"Are we at the motel?" The sunglass-man asked.

"Si señor." Gregory answered.

"Good." The sunglass-man said blunt. He kicked the car door open and his grip around Rosalina's body tightened.

"Listen, Rosy where gonna stay at this motel for some time now." He said, then grabbed Lolita from her . Before she could even start crying he hushed her. "Don't. Shut up, stay right here and your dolly won't lose her fluffy guts, got that?"

Defeated she nodded. "Si."

"Well, hop out I'll be with you in a sec."

He pushed her out and she stumbled on the dirty ground. The car door got slammed shut and now she was all alone, far, far away from her home, her papá and mamá. It was dark, a few hours after sunset, she was cold, hungry and felt so bad inside.
She looked around, in the area around her was nothing more then dust, rocks and a very mouldy motel.

Still her very skilled spy senses told her to stay focused, just like papá always told her to be. Never close your eyes around your enemy, Rosaline. Never.

And now that she was snatched out of her own home she had to keep her eyes open all the time. Or ears as a matter of fact. She sat up and placed her head against the car door.

There wasn't much to hear, some mumbling a brief silence and then two very soft clicking sounds.

Then the handle of the car moved and she had to wince back, to prevent a smack of the door.

The sunglass-man stepped out. "Where are you kid?" He snapped.

She jumped up. "I'm here!"

He grinned. "Good kid, if you keep doing what I tell you to, you'll get your dolly back, 'kay?"

"Si señor." Rosaline agreed.

"Good, now let's go to the motel, kid. You lead." His hand moved forward and grabbed her and pulled her around.

She started to walk, then stopped. "Why is Gregory not coming?"

Something in his face turned dark. "Let's just say he's not feeling that well right now. Ditch the talk and walk, kid."

She frowned and looked worried to the car, then back on the sunglass-men. She didn't knew Gregory was sick. He was never sick, not in her entire life and she didn't trust the sunglass-man.

"Kid, I speak correct Spanish, so MOVE god damn it!" Another push forward and a few more curses.

For a moment she wanted to run away, back to the car to see if Gregory was alright. But her eyes kept staring at her doll. And the sunglass-man was dangerous and would hurt her.

So she walked towards the motel. "We're here señor."

"Kay walk in."

The lobby of the motel was reasonable clean compared to the outside looks. But Rosaline thought it was smelly and she as Barillo stood highly above should a low class dump. With her noise high in the air she walked to the lobby.

The sunglass-man touched the counter first and then started to talk. "Room number 18."

The man behind the counted nodded and gave Rosaline a questionable look. "Off course señor, there is a man waiting for you."

Without thanking the man the sunglass-man turned around, turning Rosaline as well.

"When do I get Lolita?"

"Huh?" The sunglass-man looked down at her.

"My doll, señor. You said I would get her back when I was inside."

"Yeah, yeah." The sunglass-man made a brief hand gesture. "You'll get the thing back later, just after this little game. Can you count?"

"Off course I can!" Rosaline said offended. She was a spy, of course she could count, to hundred if she wanted.

"Goody, walk to room eighteen then." The sunglass-man said.

Rosaline stared at him for a moment. 'He will better give me Lolita back when where there, he's a lair, a cheater and he stinks. And I will yell all of that very loud if he is lying again!'

She stared to walk into a very dark creaky hall. Half way she was almost glad the sunglass-man was holding her. The hall reminded her of on what she saw in a movie she wasn't allowed to see. But because Carmen whined she couldn't, she'd watched him one time very late. It was a very scary story about a family in a house with all kinds of monsters in it. She had nightmares for weeks and needed to sleep with a nightlight on, to her disgrace. A real spy should be able to sleep without one!

But right now she wished for a little light and her doll and her mamá where ever she may be.

Luckily the hall wasn't as long as in the movie. With a sight of relieve she stopped at door number eighteen.

"Door, eighteen, a one and an eight?" The sunglass-man asked on a hard tone.

"Si señor." She said back a bit moody. Did he think she was stupid. She could count very, very good!

"Then thank the fucking pries, I fucking made it." He grinned cocky and knocked three times on the door, stopped and knocked three times again.

"Can I get Lolita back now?" Rosaline asked very pleading, staring at him with the most angelica expression she knew.

But before the sunglass-man could answer the door got opened. A dark figure stepped from the shadows and in front of her young eye's the biggest man she'd ever seen stepped out, carrying a huge axe in his fist.

It had been long since I update anything. Let's just say I have a very busy life at the moment. FINALY 18 YEARS YEAHH, now I can do… EVERYTHING!!!

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