I honestly hated this man right now. I hate how he treated me as though I was his and his alone.

As I was being dragged upstairs a random Metallica song popped into my head. It was the song All Nightmare Long.

Soon after I started humming the chorus I realized something. This song perfectly described Capone.

He would hunt me down with no mercy, even if it took all night long to do so. He would trace every move I made. I was trapped, or maybe not.

I then realized that we were stopped by Ivan and Napoleon to discuss what we were doing tonight. Capone's grip had surprisingly gotten lax and I had my chance.

I broke off into a run.

By the time he realized I was gone I was on the other side of the hallway. He looked at me and said, "WHAT DO YA THINK YOU'RE DOIN?!"

I looked at him and said, "I ain't gonna be played around by you. If you want me to bad, come and get me!" I then broke off into a sprint.

I was surprised to hear not only Capone shouting orders at his men but Napoleon and Ivan doing the same. I then saw Capone running dead straight towards me.

Oh crap is all I thought.

I sprinted as fast as I could until I ran into something, or someone. I looked up to see George Custer standing in front of me. He had a motorcycle at his side. He looked at me and said, "Well there darling where you off to? And who's that behind you that seems to have a snake in his boot?"

I didn't have time to answer I just grabbed onto the motorcycle and said, "I need to borrow this thanks!" and then took off.

Thank god I knew how to drive one of these.

I had finally lost Capone, for now. I then looked down at the vehicle I was driving. It was the same motorcycle that Harrison Ford and Sean Connery used in Indiana Jones!

I was turning a corner when I heard gun shots being fired. I just kept trying to evade them when I heard air to seep out from my front tires.

Damn, those boys have good aim!

I was just getting off when I was grabbed from behind and chucked over someone shoulder. Guess who's shoulder? The only person who's been doing it for the past day or two now, Al Capone.

I beat my fists against his back and yelled and kicked. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO! I AIN'T YOURS CAPONE! LET ME GO!"

I kept trying to break free until I saw that he carried me all the way upstairs and into the same room that we were in yesterday.

I was then set on the ground, and had Capone yank his coat onto me again.

I struggled and tried to get it off of me, but I was only met with him and his anger filled eyes.

He looked at me and said, in a deadly voice, "Babe, if you don't put this jacket on right now, so help me I'll shoot you're father and that boy of yours. Believe me it won't be any skin off my neck. Actually, it'll make it easier for me, cause I won't have them bothering me while I'm tryin to spend time with you, MY GIRL. So just put my damn coat on, and sit there. I need to wait for dress boy to get up here so we know what we're doin next."

I grabbed his coat from him and yanked it on. It was surprisingly still warm from when he had it on and it had a faint scent of his cologne. Wait, why am I thinking this!

I then felt my cell phone buzz in my pocket. I had a text message cause it didn't continue buzzing.

I pulled it out and saw it was from Nick. Figures, last night we couldn't remember we had these when we needed them most.

The text said, "Hey me and Dad found Amelia and Dorothy again. We're all fine, you okay? We're walking around trying to find out what can be done about Kahmunrah and this whole tablet mess. Stay safe and text me if you need to.

Love you, Nick"

I smiled at his concern for me, but I was still kind of mad at him from before. I opened my phone up to text a reply when all of a sudden it was grabbed from my hands.

I looked up to see Capone holding it in his hands, looking at it like it was some alien device.

I stood up on my tip-toes to reach him (he was a good 6 inches taller than me, I'm only 5 foot 1!) and said, "Hey, give me the phone back!"

He just gave me a weird look and said, "What's that you're talkin bout? I ain't seein no phone here. What the hell is this thing ya got?! It's a little buzzin box that's all I see."

I rolled my eyes and laughed at him. Yes, I actually got the courage to laugh at him. It was a bad idea though.

I felt myself being pushed up against the wall and was now nailed to it by Capone's body. He snarled at me and said, "What's so funny?! HUH?!"

I then said, "That was a CELL PHONE. A miniature phone that you carry around with you so you can call people. You can also send messages, like telegrams, with the phone. That's called a TEXT MESSAGE!"

I was starting to get fed up with this. I tried to yank myself away from the wall with no avail.

I just stood there, and my body was starting to ache.

Capone just looked at me and said, "Ya know, I think it's time ya got some different clothes, that get up ya got there just ain't gonna work. Come on."

He then pulled me off of the wall, hooked an arm around my waist and arm. Great, this looks like it's gonna be another long night.