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CHAPTER TEN: Kidnapped

"Jun!" Dino called out as I was just about to walk out of the manor. He stopped by from his house, which I know was on the other side of the city, and a lot closer to the school. He waved at me form inside the car, his head just barely fitting through the half-opened window. I didn't completely understand why he didn't just walk out of the door but instead he poked his head out of the window and managed to get himself stuck.

"Seriously, you are so stupid; you don't act like an heir to a mafia family." I jokingly said and walked next to the car and opened the door. "Scoot over so I can get in." I pushed him as I got into the car.

"Hey…what does this mean?" Dino asked.

"What do you mean, what it means?" I looked at him with a confused look in my face.

"I mean riding the car with me, I thought you hated me?" he said with a smile. I glared, I had no idea what it is he wanted me to say, it's not like I hated him; I just hated his stupidity and his dumb clumsiness.

"Look here; you can interpret whatever this is to whatever you want." I gestured around us.

"So…it is what it is?" he asked. I looked at him.

"Tch…it is what it is." I repeated just to make things clearer for him.

"Huh…ok."

The rest of the ride to the school became awkward, but not quiet; Dino was whistling an odd song and not only that, he was off tune with whatever it was he was trying to whistle. And the truth was, it was rather annoying, almost as annoying as Beatrice's voice, but nothing can be as annoying as her.

We arrived at the school, and like always, it was crowded with people. I still have yet to get used to the amount of people showing up in that school. I am not one to mingle properly with strangers.

"Well, you can go ahead; I still have to stop by at our club room. I'll see you at lunch." He said then rushed off to a different direction. After Dino left, I made my way to the classroom which was by the way, oddly empty.

Yesterday, I came at the same time but the room was full of students, hostile students. Not that I care though, the less I have to deal with, the better. But it was still odd.

As I made my way to my desk, at the very back of the classroom but it occurred; I have a very bad feeling about it, the room being empty that is. Beatrice must have something up her sleeves, after what happened yesterday, I wouldn't doubt it.

She seemed like the kind of person who would hold a grudge until the person she hates, either disappears or kneels for forgiveness and I am not about to kneel in front of her nor will I ever disappear. I enjoy pissing her off, so she can try.

And just as I was about to sit down, I quick flash of white went past my shoulder and in front of me. By the time I realized what it was, it was already too late. A drenched cloth was forcefully pushed against my face, covering any airways, preventing me to breathe any fresh air.

I pang of realization came to me, there was chloroform on the cloth and in a matter of seconds, I was losing consciousness. And whoever it was that got a hold of me, I knew was male. I fought against his grip before the dizziness hit me but it was too strong for me.

I was losing my consciousness but I was still fighting whoever it was that got a hold of me, I am not about to be taken without fighting, I know it was futile, but I have my pride to keep.

As soon as it happened, I lost all senses.

It became dark, then nothing.

When I came to, everything was dark and damp and not only that I was completely cramped. I attempted to get up but my head hit something hard; I felt around to get an idea where I was, but found out something horrible and hoped that I stayed clueless.

The supposed box I was in was actually a coffin. Everything about it screamed coffin, I mean, what else could it be? It was wide where my upper body was, then it slimmed when it reached towards my legs; it was a dead give-away and it was a terrifying fact.

Who in their right mind would do such a thing? I felt helpless, even as I waited for help to come, no one would come since no one had known what happened. It's not like I planned to get kidnapped and told someone, 'Hey, I'm gonna get kidnapped later so come and get me, okay?'. Tch, only one person can do something like this, guess that's answers my question earlier.

Damn that Beatrice, I didn't think that she would go as far as kidnapping me, and she's serious about getting rid of me, otherwise she would just take me somewhere and teach me a lesson but she even went as far as digging a hole and sticking me in it.

Dammit! I was careless!

But whining about wouldn't get me out of here. Yelling for help wouldn't help either, that would just use up all the oxygen I have, so there was nothing else I could do but bust myself out of there. Digging myself out would be the best possible way but can I do it? One way to find out.

I punched the wood above me and to my surprise, it gave away and soft soil came raining down on me. It almost filled my mouth, it got into my eyes and nose, but I ignored it and began to dig up. It wasn't hard considering how soft the soil was, but I was weird, she made it too easy. If she was really out to get me, then she would at least pour cement on top—I mean I would—but she didn't.

She must be planning on something else; I, being buried six feet underground was just the beginning of everything.

I finally reached the top; I pulled myself out and immediately gasped for air. My temper was fluctuating. I was having the urge to hurt someone, and that some is going to be, pretty-face Beatrice. She will pay for what she did, and I will not hold back this time.

When I finally calmed down a bit, I noticed that I was standing in the middle of an cemetery; the kind where ghost stories would just sprout of the graves, it's the kind of place where thrill seekers loves to go to find the adrenaline they were hoping to get.

It's the kind of place I hated the most.

How Beatrice found out about it, is truly beyond me. I guess her having good sources were true. But putting me in a cemetery was just putting me in a fouler mood. At least it's in the middle of the day; if it wasn't, I just don't know what I would do.

I looked around to get a good feeling of the surrounding, everywhere I looked, old mausoleums towered over me. Despite it being midday, it didn't give me any comfort at all. It all made the mausoleums looked more sinister, like something was going to come out of it.

I shook my head, ridding of the one image in my head that made my knees tremble and started to walk. I had no idea where I was, or which part of the world I was on, for all I know, Beatrice could have shipped me somewhere far away from Italy; if she wants me out that bad, she would do it.

For an hour, I walked and walked but it seemed like the cemetery just went on and on; a never ending pathway. When I was finally was about to give up, a sort of movement, flickered by the corners of my eyes.

"Geez! What the crap was that?" an unexpected squeal escaped my lips; it's a good thing that no one was there to hear or see that.

But as I was just about to take another step, a hand popped out of the ground and grabbed me by the ankle. My reaction couldn't be any more embarrassing; it's only natural to scream from the top of my lungs and flail my arms around like an idiot. If it weren't for my pride, it would have kept doing it like a complete idiot.

These kinds of things scare me, but my pride always keeps me in check. Beatrice did her homework and she did well, I'll have to repay her if I ever get out the predicament I am in. but if I guess right, she doesn't plan on letting me get back.

I looked down at the hand wrapped around my ankle and saw that it was a mere mechanical hand that people put in haunted houses; in this case, haunted cemetery.

"Oi Beatrice! If you ever have an ounce of pride you would come out and fight me fair and square!" I yelled, trying to provoke her if she was in the area, but I doubt it. She was not that kind of person who would get down and dirty her so-called pure hands.

A sigh escaped my lips when I realized that she wasn't going to come out all, heck, she probably wasn't there at all. If that was the case then, getting back is the only thing that should be in my mind, then I can beat the crap out of her once I see her.

I yanked the fake hands from the ground and destroyed it to prove that I am out for blood. I don't think I will ever forgive her even if she begs me. What she's doing is beyond some childish prank, if it was any other person, they could get hurt.

As I continued to walk, the mausoleum started to look older and covered with more moss and vines. Instead of actually getting out of there, I was actually getting deeper into the labyrinth of the dead. It was rather irritating, I never had a good sense of direction and a compass would have been useful right about now.

But since, I have nothing; I am stuck with my gut feelings and my feeling is telling me that hostile beings is about to get me good.

As I reached a clearing, a group of men stood sneering at me once they saw me walk out in the open. My heart skipped in surprise, Beatrice not as dumb as I thought she was. I figured out what it was she really wanted to do with me; by burying me, I exhaust myself from just digging myself out, then she had me walk aimlessly to disorient me and then have a group of muscle heads to attack me while I'm in a state of panic.

Panic, I thought; I was done panicking, I was in the point of rage. But I don't think my rage can defeat five burly men. I am just a girl after all, even with my martial art skills; it wouldn't be enough at my weakened state.

"Oh, the little girl finally showed up! I got tired of waiting for you." The brown-haired one said, his muscles were so big, it made him look like a sausages.

"For a second there, I thought you died in the coffin, I would have been so disappointed." The red-headed one sneered; his face was so full of freckles it was beyond ridiculous.

"Oh, come on. Are you really going to gang up on one little girl?" I exclaimed with a grin. Apparently, they didn't like it and began to make a rouse. And all at once, they came at me.

"Oh, crap."