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Mike's p.o.v

Pain. It was the first thing that registered in Mike's brain when he slowly started to come back from the land of dreams, horrible, breathtaking pain. Mike's eyes tried to open, but as soon as the lights hit his eyes, he had to squeeze them shut again, the light being too much because bright stars flashed across his vision, almost blinding him. A small, breathless groan escaped between his lips, but voices surrounded him as soon as he let off the groan, sounding like they were underwater and speaking another language. He couldn't understand them at first, because Mike was desperately trying to roll on his back to look at his surroundings, to try to figure out why he was here and what happened. Rolling onto his back was harder than Mike expected, because his arms didn't seem to want to allow any weight to be put on his arms, they collapsed under him, almost sending him to the floor if a pair of arms didn't catch him first

"Easy Mike" Darren spoke in the softest tone Mike had ever heard him speak, especially around his daughter. Mike suddenly struggled under their hands as soon the word daughter was spoken in his mind, the memories clouding his vision enough to make his vision go black for a moment. He remembered the struggle and the muffled screams behind the locked door leading to outside, him trying to open the door only to see his little girl get tackled from his sight by a much bigger man than her. The man throwing his defenceless daughter over the black bar, her body disappearing from his sight, only to be filled with the bigger man, and them fighting before he managed to overpower Mike. Then there was a blinding pain that roared through his skull, sending his vision completely black

"D-Darcy!" Mike rasped as loudly as he could, trying to wrench himself from the hands that were holding him down, but they kept pushing him down when he wanted to get up. He growled angrily at the men, ripping his arms away from their hands

"Mike, stop that" Darren snarled, but Mike completely ignored the warning in his voice, trying to get up from the floor and searching his surroundings for his daughter, hoping that she had somehow managed to get away from her attackers. A sharp shove made Mike hit the floor again, a low, angry snarl hissing in his ear, threatening

"Mike, stay the fuck down. You've got a concussion" Darren snarled right in Mike's ear, the loud music not helping in the slightest

"D-Darcy, where is she?" Mike rasped, swallowing hard when his vision swarmed and tilted slightly to the right, a horrible sick feeling making his stomach clench, almost sending a wave of vomit roaring from his throat, but he willed it back as much as he could. Darren's eyes widened when he looked behind him, a low, murmuring voice flowing into his ears. Darren soon began to start to scream at someone behind him, he even shot to his feel quickly, his voice raising a few octaves so he was bellowing loudly, too loudly for Mike. A complaint was on his tongue, but he bit it back when Darren moved to allow Mike to see who he was yelling, and ice-cold fear gripped at his heart. It was the girl who had helped Darcy to get ready for the concert, when Darren had pushed Darcy into the room so the girl could work on her. Darren was shouting in her face, venomous, hate filled that were making her eyes water, her lower lip trembling as he screamed at her

"Darren! That's enough!" Mike screamed, flinching as the scream echoed in his head, making the pain much worse "shouting won't make Darcy come back" Mike tried again to lift himself from the floor, managing to sit up before the pounding headache made his vision blacken at the edges. He stopped his attempt, just crashing against the wall and saving his strength as much as he could, letting his vision slowly return to normal. Darren's heavy breathing was the only thing that Mike could hear in the silent atmosphere, the loud pounding music only an annoying buzz in Mike's ears

"Do you know what happened to Darcy?" Darren asked suddenly, making Mike's attention snap towards him, his vision still black around the edges

"I don't know. The last thing I saw was Darcy being thrown over the black bar, me and this bigger guy fighting and he knocked me out" Mike spoke, a feeling of guilt blossoming in his stomach at not doing enough to save his daughter. Daren sighed from in front of Mike, and the guilt made itself known

"We have to cancel the concert" Darren spoke in an emotionless voice, clicking his tongue in annoyance, the word cancel spoken in a snarl. He would lose money because of the concert, and plus Darcy's fans would not be happy because she couldn't do the concert. They would have to give a false excuse so that they didn't worry the fans, but would they buy the excuse? Or would they scorn Darcy? Mike didn't like to think that far in front, worrying for his daughters feelings and future, because she loved to sing. When Darcy first found out that she could sing at the age of five, she had immediately begged her dad to listen to her sing. At first she had been incredibly nervous, but when she started, Mike had stayed frozen to the floor at her singing. Shaking the memory from his mind, Mike looked up at Darren, searching his face for any emotion that would show Mike how he was feeling

"They will be pissed" Darren snarled, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling, his eyebrows knitting together in annoyance

"Darcy's been taken by someone we don't know, we don't even know the reason she's been taken! She couldn't have helped getting kidnapped" Mike spoke through the pain in his skull, glaring at Darren

"She shouldn't have even gone outside! If she had remained inside the building she wouldn't have been taken in the first place!"

"She needed fresh air! She got nervous" the girl that Darren had yelled at previously spoke, her voice small but confident in sound. Darren twirled on the spot, immediately the girl tried to back away from his glare. Darren started to yell again, but Mike cut his rant off

"Darren, shouting at the girl won't help getting Darcy back! Darcy's been kidnapped, and we need to get her back before anything happens to her!" Mike spoke, giving the girl a gritted smile, she didn't return it


Darcy's p.o.v

Pain was the fist thing that Darcy felt when her body collided painfully with something metal, the metallic clang the only thing that Darcy had to go off. Her eyes opened slowly, but she couldn't see an inch from her face, the room around her pitched black. The room around her suddenly turned to the right, making Darcy once again crash into the metal, but as she tried to catch herself with her hands, reaching only metres out, her hands touched something soft. Her vision was slowly adjusting to the darkness, giving her a better sense of where she was, but Darcy really didn't want to know because as her mind started to become clear, the pain shot from her skull, making her cry out with the pounding pain starting in her skull. Her hands went to her head, but she found out that she couldn't move her hands without a sharp shooting pain racing from her wrists. Her legs were free, so Darcy took the chance to kick above her, a metallic sound echoing around in the space, ripping into the painful pounding in her skull. She chose not to kick above her again, because the pain was bad, making her vision go black at the edges, and her first thought was she had an concussion. The painful pounding was familiar to her, because she had an concussion before she went to the Palm Woods, when she foolishly went skateboarding and fell off when she was trying out a particular hard stunt. Her head had crashed into the concrete first, and even though she had a helmet on, it had cracked in half. Her dad had never allowed her to skateboard again

"Let me out!" Darcy shouted as loud as she could in the closed off room she was in, kicking up her legs against the roof and yelling as loud as she could, even though the pain in her skull went from throbbing to like someone was jack-hammering inside her skull. She ignored the pain, gritting her teeth but still kicking and punching the roof to gain the attention of the person. Suddenly Darcy was thrown violently to the right, her body painfully hitting a wall of some sort, a low groan escaping her lips because she couldn't brace herself for the impact. A sharp voice bellowed from somewhere, but Darcy couldn't see who was talking, that was until a door of some sort opened above her, shedding light into the room, blinding Darcy with bright daylight. She had to look away from the sunlight because it was painful to look at, her skull protesting harshly. She lifted her tied hands to cover her eyes so she sunlight didn't keep hurting her head

"Stop struggling" a man above her sneered, and instantly, when Darcy dared to take a look to see her kidnapper, she recognised the man as she tried to press herself against the back of the back of the boot she had been stuffed in. The man, who had been the man who threw her over the black bar, reached inside the boot to grab Darcy harshly by her tied wrists and yanking her out of the boot, throwing her to the floor without a care in the world about her injury. Darcy tried to stop her head from crashing into the concrete, but she momentarily forgot that her wrists were bound. As she suspected, her head slammed to the concrete, threatening to turn her vision black with the immediate contact, the pain in her skull becoming increasingly worse as she lay stunned on the floor

"Get up" one of the men sneered, kicking Darcy in her ribs when she refused to move a muscle, only groaning in pain and trying to lift herself up even with her arms shaking when she bared her weight on them. It was not quick enough, and Darcy received another swift kick to her ribs, sending her to the floor once again with a groan of annoyance. Darcy didn't bother to get up again, only turned her head to glare at the man who kicked her, her lip up in a sneer

"I would if you didn't keep kicking me!" Darcy snarled, struggling in the bounds around her wrists and wincing when she made the raw skin sting more, it didn't stop her from still trying to loosen the ropes around her wrists. She was yanked to her feet by her hair, a small gasp of pain ready in her throat, but she bit it back in fear. The man's eyes stared deeply into hers, grey meeting light blue murderous eyes that showed no emotions, and Darcy felt her heart skip a beat in fear. His grip tightened around her hair and pulled at her hair sharply, making Darcy gasp in pain. He only simply threw her back to the floor

"You're lucky I can't kill you" the man sneered as Darcy rolled onto her back to glare at the man looming over her, trying not to show the fear that she felt in her gut

"Why can't you kill me? Your boss forbid hurting the famous girl?" Darcy fought back, but he lunged forwards and slammed his fist into Darcy's cheek, her head snapping to the right from the harsh contact

"The boss really wants you, not me. So consider yourself lucky that I can't kill you, yet" he sneered the last word directly in Darcy's face and she couldn't help but flinch at how close he was to her face. He was so close that she could feel his breath on her face, the stench making Darcy went to vomit, but she willed it back, swallowing hard enough that it hurt. She tried to replace the fear with anger, but the man's words were playing in her mind and it made the fear continue to play around her mind

"We've got a long way to go, so you get a bathroom break" the man sneered as he backed away from Darcy, allowing her to get to her feet on her own, but she stayed on the floor for a few moments, allowing herself to get her bearings and think of a plan to get herself out of the situation. When the man moved towards her, Darcy immediately tried to stumble to her feet, holding out her hands to show that she didn't want him to get any closer to her, giving a look daring him to step another toe towards her. He never made another move towards her, and Darcy let out the breath she didn't know she was holding in. The progress of trying to get to her feet was harder than Darcy expected, because the pain in her skull pounded against her head again, sending vomit roaring up her throat and out her mouth before she could will it back. It splashed against the concrete around her feet, her legs almost giving out on her, but she managed to stumble backwards and crash to the floor before she ended up collapsing in the puddle of sick she just made. Her whole body went slack against the concrete, her energy spend up on keeping herself up on her feet so she didn't collapse. Her vision slowly returned to normal, because as she was throwing up, the pain in her head had only gotten worse. The man hovered over her, his mouth moving but the words not reaching her ears, so she squinted in the sunlight, trying to make out what he was saying. But as he went to grab Darcy, she flinched violently before he made contact with her skin, kicking out her feet as if she knew his intentions were to put her back in the boot

"No!" Darcy screamed, kicking out more violently when he grasped her arm tightly, yanking her to her feet, and before she could gain her balance, he was dragging her towards the car and the open boot. Darcy's vision blurred so much that she couldn't see anything, nor where he was dragging her too, she could only guess. The man's hands tightened around her arm hard, biting into her flesh with his fingernails. He didn't care about her injuries, only threw her into the boot, her head hitting the door of the boot, sending her vision black


Mike's p.o.v

The whole process of him telling the police about what happened in the incident where his daughter was taken to men that he knew like brothers was pointless to Mike. Currently he was sitting in his living room back at the apartment, clutching a bag of peas wrapped in a towel against his head to help with the raging headache that was attacking his mind

"I've already told you everything I know!" Mike raged, pressing the peas closer to his temple and trying to relax and not stress himself out even more. He had seen the boys that Darcy used to hang out with, but they had not seen him luckily. They didn't seem to care about what happened, but Mike immediately squashed those feelings down back inside of him, because no one else knew about what happened. The whole concert had been cancelled as soon as the news of Darcy's kidnapping, or disappearance according to the police, broke out. But it had been Darren that broke the news to the thousands of fans that had turned up to the concert. That was not the only horrible thing that happened today, because Darren had given a stupid excuse to why Darcy couldn't do the concert, and Mike had let a lot of swear words roar from his mouth at Darren for his stupidity. He had said that Darcy didn't want to do the concert, and all hell had broken loose as soon as Darren spoke the words. Horrible, nasty words had been sent to Darcy through twitter when the fans got home, calling her names that Mike didn't want to repeat, especially to Darcy. She would be heart broken at the fact that her manager had given a stupid reason for cancelling her concert

"Come on Mike, we only want to know what happened from your point of view" Josh, a snotty nosed new boy at the station spoke, his voice annoying Mike because it was grinding against his already injured head. Mike made eye contact with Simon, the man that often worked with Mike, and he rolled his eyes, seeing the look on Mike's face as Josh rattled on about something that made Mike want to lunge towards him. Gritting his teeth, Mike held himself back from Josh, who was now staring at Mike with his stupid eyebrows raised. Simon started towards Mike, squaring his shoulders incase that Mike tried to lunge for the boy, but he only growled low in his throat at the boy, narrowing his eyes

"What? Like I was saying it was Darcy's fault that she was taken! If she didn't go outside before her first big concert, she wouldn't have been taken!" Josh moaned, throwing up his hands and slouching his shoulders, looking like he didn't want to be there. But Mike was having a hard time keeping himself from lunging at Josh for talking about his daughter like she was an idiot. He didn't know anything about how Darcy acted, or when she was nervous. She often went outside to calm herself down when she was angry or upset, because she didn't want to hurt anyone, often taking her anger out on an object

"Josh!" Simon hissed loudly in Josh's ear, making the boy flinch and rub his ear aggressively, a scowl crossing his face. Mike wanted to jump up and make his point, but Simon shot him a dirty look, making Mike remain on the sofa

"I have a right to say what I want! We are investigating what happened to his daughter!" Josh stabbed a finger in Mike's direction, his features becoming angered the more the conversation lasted. The look Simon was giving Josh looked like he wanted to murder him, but he was somehow managing to remain rooted to the floor, the anger not controlling him as much as Mike's was controlling him

"You don't know anything about Darcy, nor what's been happening with her. Did you know that she has a stalker after her? That he might have been the person who took her?" Mike snarled, watching as Josh's eyes went wide


Darcy's p.o.v

A pain in her shoulder made Darcy come to consciousness quicker than she really wanted to, but the pain had sparked hard and fast in her body making her jerk awake. Immediately the pain in her shoulder was numbed by the scorching pain in her skull, making her flinch and groan in pain, her vision still remaining black because the room was pitched black. She tried to move her arms to rub at her shoulder, but a burning pain in her wrists stopped her as she tried to shift into a more comfortable position of whatever she was sitting on. Darcy waited until her vision adjusted to the darkness of the room, but even when they did, she still couldn't tell what type of room she was in. There could have been anything in the room around Darcy, but she wouldn't have been able to see anything because it was so dark. Only small, grey outlines around the room was the only thing that Darcy could see in the room, and even then she was still in the dark about what was going to happen. Her mind wheeled back to the incident involving her kidnapping, and the horrible situation she had put her father through. He had been hurt whilst trying to help her, his head slamming against the concrete hard, but she had been hurt too. She wanted to go home as soon as her thoughts went to her dad, a home sickness hitting her stomach. She bent down when her stomach started to twist violently in her body, her hands hitting the back of the chair she was tied against, stopping her from falling to the floor. Her legs were tied to the legs of the chair with pieces of rope, her jeans crumpled where the ropes were tight against her legs. When the sickness faded enough so that Darcy didn't feel the need to throw up, she forced her tired, aching body back against the back of the chair, her head falling back. Her head hitting the back of the chair did not help with her concussion, flaring the pain back into the back of her skull, but she ignored it for the moment, her primary concern was trying not to be sick again and panic. A sudden creaking door alerted Darcy to the large metal door, but only her eyes moved towards the person that opened the door, light immediately flooding in the once dark room. When the light hit her eyes, Darcy squeezed her eyes tightly shut against the light enough so that the pain erupted behind her eyes, the sudden light horrible

"Hello Darcy" the person spoke, and for a horrible moment Darcy thought that she recognised the sneering voice talking to her, a cold sensation creeping up in her bones, her body feeling like ice. The creaked once again, the light behind her eyelids vanishing as the door closed. Daring to take a look, Darcy couldn't see the figure in the dark room, only listening intently to the footsteps approaching the chair she was strapped to. She strained her hearing so she could hear what was happening, but as the sound hit her ears, she couldn't figure out what was happening. A feeling of panic and fear crept up from her stomach, but she willed it down, swallowing hard. A flicking of a switch and a bright, sudden cast of light right in Darcy's face made her cry out in pain, squeezing her eyes tightly shut against the pain hammering against her skull. She gritted her teeth against the pain, listening to the person laugh harshly at her pain. But the bright light vanished from her vision, and it took Darcy a few minutes to let the pain numb in her skull before she dared to open her eyes. Slowly so she didn't aggravate her skull, bright spots clouded Darcy's vision like a million cameras going off, but as soon as they appeared, the lights disappeared slowly and Darcy let her vision clear before casting a look over to the figure. Her breath hitched in her throat as soon as she saw the figure cast in the light of a nearby lamp, her heart stopping dead in her chest, the cold feeling washing over Darcy, her mouth dropping open in fear, her lower lip trembling with the fear. Her mouth tried to form words, but every time she tried to speak, the words were paralyzed in her throat, surrounded by a sudden lump formed in her tight throat with the fear. When she finally had the courage and bravery to speak, she could only let out one small word

"M-Mom"


Cliffy! Hope you enjoyed the cliffy, and I hope it makes you want more! Please review to let me know what you think!

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