Gotcha Ya!
Luke groaned. "Luke!". A yelling whisper. Luke faintly heard the voice. He felt paralyzed. He couldn't move his arms. Or his legs. "Luke! Wake up!". Again, the whisper. Then he realized where he was. He snapped awake. He noticed he and Emma, both tied to chairs. Emma's hands were tied to the arms, and legs to legs. Same for Luke. "Are you alright?" Emma asked. "Yeah," Luke answered. Then he felt his knee. He jumped and yelled in pain. "My knee!" Luke yelled. Luke wasn't worried about an ACL injury anymore, though. He tore his ACL when he was 9 and it felt different. No, this was just tweaked. "Luke!" Emma yelled. Then the door burst open. "What's going on, prisoners!" Vincent yelled. He looked at Luke. He laughed. "How's the knee?" He asked. Luke cursed at him. He laughed again. He walked over to Emma. He pulled her shirt up a little so you could see her stomach. Then he punched her. Hard. Emma groaned in pain. "How'd that feel?" Vincent asked. Emma looked up. "What feel? I didn't feel anything," Emma told him. "The blood on your shirt says otherwise," Vincent said. He had a ring on the hand he punched Emma. He shifted his attention towards Luke. He used the same hand and punched Luke on his bad knee. Luke yelled again. He felt like he was going to pass out from the pain. Then he punched him on the side of his face. "Good night. We'll get down to business tomorrow," Vincent said when he walked out of the room. Emma and Luke exchanged glances. "What do you think business means?" Emma asked nervously. Luke smirked. "Who knows? We'll escape before the business. Or right after. We did it before," Luke told Emma. "But we weren't tied up before," Emma countered. Luke had no answer, and just looked at Emma, and Emma looked at the bloody gash on his cheek. Luke looked at Emma's blood-stained shirt.
Zuri screamed. But that's all she had time for before the car was bulldozed off the road. Or shot. Zuri didn't remember falling asleep. She just closed her eyes, but all of a sudden she opened them and there were sirens and police lights. "She's awake!" Someone yelled. At least five people rushed over. "Ms. Ross, are you okay?" A man asked. Zuri nodded. "Where are Ravi and Jessie?" She said weakly. Someone pointed towards an ambulance and saw her brother sitting up, answering questions. Zuri smiled and thought of the know-it all, Indian accent answers he was probably giving. "Your nanny, though, we think that the men who shot your car off the road might have taken her," a woman said. She had a police badge. Zuri went wide-eyed. "And we believe these men are working with the boy who kidnapped your brother and sister," she said again. "We also have no idea where they are taking her, or where your brother and sister are," she finished with the news.