Codes

Okay, so, time to get back to Kitty and her kidnappers… and it turns out they are much more sinister than they appear. (Read and Review please!)

Kitty hissed in pain. Her little baby was kicking so much now. She'd started being sick more often now, too. She bigger- she'd never be able to run away. She was just waiting for Sam.

What if they never gave over the letter?

They must have.

Do you think they believed what it said?

Who?

Mum and Dad- did they give it to Sam, did she decode it?

I don't know… I just don't know…

Kitty began to sob. She had to get out soon. Her little baby wasn't going to be raised by those… things! Just then, one of the things came downstairs. It was them.

"Kitty, we're just going to get baby some new food. What does baby want?" She asked.

"Same as before?" He asked.

Kitty nodded, biting her lip. She was afraid that if she said anything, they'd hear how sad she was. They left the room, and a few seconds later she heard the click of the cellar door, followed by the click of the front door. Clicks were becoming Kitty's least favourite thing. As it was, she began to twist her right wrist around inside the rope that bound it. It was free. She then untied her other arm and both legs. For the first time, they'd left the house together, and Kitty was going to make the most of it. Struggling over to the small window, Kitty wrote in the dust-

"SAM- KITTY"

There wasn't room for anything else, it would have to do.

Looking through the dank piles of old rubbish, Kitty found something. An old passport! It was the woman's, and beside it sat the man's. Their names were Carl and Hayley Jonas. Slipping them into her bra, where she hoped neither would ever look, she continued to explore. Soon she stumbled across something else of interest- a pair of scissors and some old nails. Holding the scissors out, Kitty made a slit on her tongue, which she knew would bleed the most, and began to drip the gore into the corners of the room, behind and under things, so it was easy to find, but easy to conceal. Taking the nails, Kitty began to fiddle with the lock on the door. Click! For once, the click was welcome- because this click meant freedom. Smiling, and hissing "Yes!" through her teeth, Kitty pushed open the cellar door. She found herself in a typical, upper class, family home. But the windows were double glazed and locked. Then, to her horror, she heard the kidnappers just outside the door. Click! This time struck fear into her heart, as the couple opened the door, and saw Kitty stood there, escaped. The man gritted his teeth, a malice Kitty had never seen before in his eyes. He lunged at her, pulling her back into his cellar by her hair, pressing his hand over her mouth so hard there was another click… he broke her jaw. Sobbing, Kitty struggled with the rest of her might as he threw her onto a sterile table in the corner of the room, and the woman bound her wrists.

"Time to free baby?" The woman asked her husband.

"Yes, my love, time to free baby."

For, the gentle show keeper, with no bad intentions, had mentioned Sam's visit. Someone was on to them, and from the woman's description, he knew it was the jogger he knocked out. In panic, he and his wife had left there shopping and returned home. On the way, his wife had begged him not to let the "bad girl keep baby" and so, he formed a plan. He'd read up on it, when he heard his wife wanted a baby, and couldn't adopt. Both of them were infertile, both wanted a child. To him, the eager to please quiet man, stealing a baby seemed the only way left. While researching, he'd found a story… the title was "Womb raiding- new criminal fashion?" In the articles, babies had been taken prematurely from their mothers.

He took a knife to Kitty's stomach, and made the first incision.