Author's Note: Sorry guys, from now on I'm gonna make shorter chapters, cause I wanna finish this story sooner to move on to another one. There'll probably be around like, five to ten more chapters in this story. Or more. I'm not sure. Anyways, here is chapter ten… oh, and please review. 

Chapter Ten

Cody's heart raced as he felt himself being pulled up violently, and roughly dragged off somewhere. Cody couldn't see where he was being taken. It was too dark. The harsh voice grunted as the movement came to a stop. The person pressed Cody to a wall and tightly wrapped a rope around him.

"Wha – w-who – where – who are you?" Cody finally managed to speak out. He intended to yell, but his voice came out shaky, like a choked whisper.

The voice of the man that was slowly stuffing Cody into a car; laughed an evil, plunging laugh. "Shut up and cooperate Cody. Don't do anything stupid, and nobody is going to hurt you." The voice sounded vaguely familiar to Cody, but he couldn't figure out who exactly it was.

"Get up Cody," the man said.

Cody knew that this could cost him, but as he was riding bumpily in the trunk of some car, he remembered how Zack was always calling him a chicken. He desperately wanted to do something brave, and he desperately wanted to find out who kidnapped him. So, shutting his eyes tightly for a moment, to get more confidence, Cody announced, "I'll g-get up if you tell me who you are, where you're taking me, and what you want from me."

The man laughed again. This time he honestly sounded amused. "Really? You are making bargains with me?"

"That's right. Answer me, and if you don't, I won't get up or go anywhere with you and you can't make me," Cody felt his body go numb as words he was thinking were coming out of his mouth. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop himself from talking back to his kidnapper.

"You do know that I've got a gun right here, don't you?" the man asked, "And for that matter, a knife, an axe and a dagger."

Cody nodded, attempting a smile. He knew perfectly well what this person could do to him, but at this point, he didn't care. He didn't want to cooperate with this creepy guy unless he found out why he had to.

"Well then, you've got a choice: either you get up, or keep talking back like that. If you go for the second one, you've got for more choice – the type of death you'd prefer." The man hoped that by being more direct, Cody would change his mind. Tough luck for the kidnapper. Cody wasn't planning to give up.

"If you kidnapped me just to kill me, then sooner or later you would do that. I'd rather get it over with sooner. But if you had a reason, then I don't think you would spoil it all by killing me, now would you?" Cody felt confident. He smiled as evil a smile as the one that was probably spread over the face of the man under his dark mask.

"The kid's got a point," another voice, from inside the car giggled, "If you kill him, how we get Kurt back to join the band?"