Anthony's Point of View
With our hands bound behind us and our eyes blind-folded with some cloth, all Ian and I could to the entire journey was think about the horrors that led ahead. 'Where they were taking us', 'why we were kidnapped', and 'what was going to happen to us' buzzed around in my head like an angry hornet. Ever since I woke up to Ian poking at my side with the tips of his fingers, I had been pondering and dreading the future.
The van had been driving for at least an hour now. As far as I know, it had been seven hours more. I had no idea how long we were unconscious, but by my rested feeling (and aching and bumped head) I figured it must have been a while. This all made the fact that Abby hadn't waken up yet even more frightening. But soon after, she awoke to my constant nudging of my hand to her leg. Why did she take so much longer to awake?
Abby groaned as she pulled herself up from the bottom of the van. By the sound of shuffling and sudden hyperventilating breaths, I could tell she moved her hand around in the bonds of the ropes to notice they were tied and was startled. I placed my finger tip to her hand, not to try to untie the ropes (which I already tried with Ian) but for comfort. Her breathing slowed down and she stopped squirming. "A-Anthony?"
"Yeah, Abby," I hushed. Ian and I were too terrified to talk for the whole trip, so I kept my voice to a near inaudible whisper. "I'm right here. Me and Ian."
Abigail's voice quivered in fear. "W-Where are we? W-What's going on?" She suddenly flinched and twitched. "Why do my ears feel like someone stabbed scissors in them?"
I quickly shushed her again as I heard someone climbing over the passenger seat. My grip tightened on Abby's hand as they came closer. A firm hand gripped my hair and tugged it forward. I cried in pain and allowed my head to follow the grasp. The hand then forcefully removed the blindfold from my eyes. I blinked furiously to adjust my sight to the surroundings. A low-hanging light bounced along the car ride, presenting a small beam of light that made it almost impossible to make out the man's face. "Alright, ladies," He said as he removed Ian's and Abby's blindfolds. "Before we get to our destination, we need a few quick questions answered." He spoke calmly and medium-paced, as if something like this happened every day. Maybe for him, it does.
"What do you want with us?" I asked firmly while straightening up, trying to hide my trembling fingers.
"Like I said, we want answers." He glanced to Ian. "Starting with you. How did you know where our lab was, and who are you working for?"
Ian scrunched his eyebrows. "A lab? As in a Meth Lab? THAT's what it is?"
Apparently the man was the only one who was to ask questions. He rammed his foot into Ian's stomach, causing him to gasp for air and start coughing immensely. Oh, God. The last thing we need is Ian having an asthma attack…
"Now is REALLY not the time to play stupid," He informed. "I'm going to ask you one more time." He kneeled right into Ian's face. "Who. Sent you."
"No one!" Ian insisted. "I wasn't part of some investigation or whatever, I swear!"
"Then explain why you were there!" The man asserted, holding a hand to Ian's face. Although he tried not to, Ian flinched.
"All I was doing was getting the camera back. You know, the one on the table? I left it at the south side for a shoot more than a week ago. I needed it back, so I came here and found it through the window. I wasn't breaking into your 'lab', I just needed my camera back!" Ian explained, his words rambling as the hand in front of his face stiffened with every word.
The man pulled away, to Ian's relief, and laughed. "Funny! But tell me, what would a wimpy 17 year-old need with a Panasonic movie camera?"
"That's basically our job," I intervened, giving Ian the time to catch his breath. Neither of us bothered to correct the age statement. "We make videos for a living so we have really nice cameras."
"Videos for what?" He asked with a raised eye brow.
"Well, YouTube. We're part of the~" But his attention passed on what I was saying. He waved me off as his eyes caught sight of Abby, who sat next to me with her eyes wide and mouth glued shut.
"Well, look-y what we have here." The man strolled over to Abby and brushed a lock of raven-black hair out of her face, then stroked his finger down her cheek. She looked down and shifted in her seat.
"Leave her alone! She doesn't have anything to do with this!" I demanded while moving around in my seat, trying to get my legs out in front of me and stand up. Without breaking eye contact with Abby, he roughly tapped my face and pushed me back down. "Don't worry, big guy. I ain't doing nothing."
"Now, tell me, honey," The man pulled her chin and head up to his. Abby tried her hardest to pull out of his face. "Are they lying or not?" With her eyes forced down, she shook her head strenuously.
The man sighed and tsked. "I don't think you're telling the truth either. Prove it to me." He then pushed her lips to his and kissed her massively. Abby's eyes grew in size and tears formed in the edge. Her head was pressed against the side of the van and was unable to move farther back. Ian and I yelled out while he continued to stick his tongue down her throat. My protective instincts took over as I spazed around on my legs yelling, attempting to free myself of the bonds and beat the shit out of him.
To my fear, his hands slowly moved from her cheeks and down to the zipper of her jacket. As the front of her black, tight leotard began to peek out, Abby had enough. She took her knee and shoved it where no man wants it to be. He recoiled in pain and gripped his area while pulling away from Abby's mouth. She gasped for air and began to breath normally again, relieved.
The man wasn't as happy, however. "You bitch!" With one swift motion, he stood up and slapped Abby on her right cheek. She yelped and kept her face down afterward.
"Whatever, it doesn't matter if you guys were telling the truth or not. You all have still seen too much. It's time for us to know you'll keep this to yourself, once and for all."
As he began walk back to the passenger seat, I cried, "Wait, what does that supposed to mean?"
"You'll see when we get there." He informed with no emotion in his voice. He froze in his spot.
"Get where? What do you~?"
"You know what?" He walked back over to us and thrust the blindfolds back on. "Maybe it's time for you to stop asking so many questions, huh?" His shoes clomped back to the front of the van, insinuating he left our voice range.
"A~Abby?" I was reluctant to ask how she was, or how she felt.
She sniffed subtly. "Yeah."
"Are…are you ok?"
A sputtered sigh came from my right. "Yeah, I'm fine…I'm ok." But it sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than me.
None of us talked for the rest of the ride that must have been an hour or two, mainly because none of us knew, or wanted to talk about, what lay ahead. After what seemed like an eternity, the van came to a jolting stop which made us all pile onto each other due to the force. Seconds later, a bright light shown through the edges of the blindfold and hands gripped my elbows and dragged me upwards. I felt a knife slide past my ankles, cutting the ropes that bound them. I grunted as the knife skimmed across my skin.
All of us piled outside the van and onto dirt ground (for once, my loose fitting flip-flops that must have been left in my car came to my advantage). The cool crisp air was reliving to the stuffy atmosphere of the car. Sticks and twigs broke under the feet of about five people, including Ian, Abby, and I. We walked for about ten minutes until the hands led us in a different direction. The men's voices echoed, meaning we reached an open area.
They talked inaudibly to each other for a while. Eventually, I could pick out a 'yeah' and 'if you say so'. More of these words came into play until they all came to agreement. The man who held onto me then pushed my shoulders down and I tumbled to the ground. Two other bodies fell next to me with their wind knocked out of them. What was going on now?
But my question was answered too quickly. A gun cocked right behind me. "Alright. Let's get this over with."
