Hey guys! This is a bit of a longer chapter, at least it felt like it was longerish when I was writing it, so yeah. I was sitting in a car for five hours, so this gave me something to do.

thanks,

Rawki

I stood alone. I couldn't recall how long I had been stuck there for, wherever I was. I couldn't quite put my finger on the reason why I was here in the first place.

I sat in cold, dull and dark room, which was probably only the size of a dog house. I sat with my back pressed against the cold metal wall.

The darkness filling my vision made it hard to see. I could here voices coming from outside, the same voices of the men who kidnapped me.

It's not like they were intentionally starving me, but I could feel myself becoming weaker and weaker each coming day.

I slumped down even further until I was lying flat on my back staring up into the abyss of darkness that lay above me.

I heard a loud creaking sound from the front of the room. By now I had learned that this was the door being opened.

An African American man stood in front of me. He was dressed in black and leather and wore a hat that covered his hair.

"Get up," he ordered.

I stood up slowly. I wasn't looking for a fight, nor could I handle one at this time. I walked slowly to the door and exited it.

The man stuck a riffle to my back and forcefully pushed me forward. I urged myself to walk on, though it made me furious. I felt so helpless, and I wasn't one to be helpless. I hated to very feeling of it.

He pushed me to the same underground room as he did before. The lights hanging front he ceiling gave the concrete floors a greenish blue glow. The place was dim and dark.

I sat down on the same chair as I had done before. The man tied my wrists together behind the frame of the chair. I didn't struggle. I didn't move.

One of the other criminals in the room stood before me holding a cell phone and a computer.

"I'm gonna make this real simple," he started, "you video chat with your daddy, he knows you're still alive, he brings us the money, and you get to go home, understand?"

I nodded almost robotically. What was I supposed to do? Try my luck and possibly get shot. The odds were piled up against me. This is my life were talking about. My life, as fragile as a single thread, which could at any moment be cut by a sharp pair of scissors.

"Good," the man replied, no emotion shining through in his voice. He pressed some buttons on the computer screen and an image appeared with a loading icon.

Seconds later, an image of my father came on the screen. The other kidnappers in the concrete room stepped out of the frame so I was the only one on camera.

"Trixie! Are you alright?" My dad asked and I nodded vigorously.

"I'm fine," I reply, not wanting to cause any problems with the men holding me hostage.

"Where are you?" I heard my father speak again, in a more compassionate tone.

"I-I'm..." I paused when the strange men in the room stared at me with ominous glares.

I stopped, not knowing what to do. My father stared at me,massif he was confused.

The leader with the blonde hair and cold grey eyes stood behind me and spoke,

"Remember our deal? I want my money, and I'm getting impatient,"

I saw the setting in the computer screen. My father was standing in our kitchen in my house. I could see my mother and Glitch standing silently behind him.

"Glitch!" I exclaimed.

My father handed Glitch the computer and I saw his face come into focus on the screen.

"Trixie, are you okay? What's going on?" He asked with serious eyes.

"I'm fine," I replied and for the first time in a long while, I smiled.

"It's gonna be aight, I promise..." He continued.

"Awe.. Isn't that touching..." The man behind me spoke with a mocking tone. I turned my head to face him.

"Now you guys can all have a reunion after I get my money," the blonde man explained.

"Okay, I'll bring you your money," my father agreed.

"No, no, no, no," the man uttered a creepy laugh and shook his head, "I want to see the money, now!"

My father moved around in the background and brought forth a black case. He i clasped it to reveal a ton of dollar bills.

"Very nice," the man said and chuckled evilly. My father glared coolly at the man and I prayed he wouldn't do anything stupid.

"Ah, ah, ah, remember," he started and drew a switch blade-knife from his coat pocket, "I still have your daughter,"

The man abruptly grabbed the ropes binding my hands and slid the knife up my left palm, drawing a long line of oozing blood. I clenched my teeth together and kept in the tears that started to well up in my eyes.

"That's pretty deep, well, I don't think she has much time at all... How unfortunate, now, get me my money in the next two hours, or she dies," he spoke and pointed a finger at me, "I'll be at the street corner on 6th Avenue, you'd better be there,"

Before anyone could respond the man shut the computer. I felt the pain throbbing in my hand. I didn't cry. I bit my lip and didn't speak a word.

The kidnappers kept me there, tied to the chair as some of them left while the others stayed to watch me.

The pain in my hand grew intensely. I didn't mind though. For some crazy reason, I didn't mind. It was the one thing that reminded me that I'm alive.

The anger boiling inside felt like hot acid about to burn through my skin. I held it in, every single emotion I felt.

I sat in that chair for what felt like forever. There was no clock for me to check the time of day. I sat in absolute silence.

The fear for my life slowly drained from my mind. I wondered about everything. Absolutely everything. From my current situation to how the last few weeks had changed my life so much.

Disrupting my thoughts, everyone in the room stood up and gathered everything, wiping away and possible traceable evidence they were even there. The African American man came back over to the wooden chair I was sitting in and untied my tightly bound hands.

They urged me forward, up the steps of the old building into the central area where I was being contained before hand.

It was only when they lead me through numerous more floors that I figured out where I was. I was under the main floor of an old auditorium, the city probably used this place for theatre productions until it shut down.

The men lead me outside and we all walked casually. For a group of criminals, these guys were pretty good at not sticking out in public. These probably weren't your average criminals though.

"Walk faster!" One of the them exclaimed in a hushed tone, trying to keep their cover.

"Shut up you idiot!" Another barked.

"All of you! Stick to the plan before I knock your heads together!" The leader ordered.

We continuously went from 4th Avenue, then across to 5th, and soon approaching sixth. I could see my father and Glitch standing not far from where I was.

The gang of kidnappers and I crossed the street as soon as the light went off. I wanted to run to them, to escape this mess, but instead I walked at the same pace as the men behind me.

Once we had gotten across the street, I ran to Glitch and threw my arms around him. I buried my face in his shoulder and he held me tightly.

"Alright! Where's my money?!" The leader shouted and pointed a pistol at us.

"Relax, god dammit, I've got your money," my dad said and held up the black case. Reluctantly, my father handed the man the black case.

The blonde man opened the case and his cold grey eyes opened widely.

"Well, this is all very touching, but I'm afraid it isn't enough," he explained and abruptly grabbed the back of my jacket. The man held my jacket high enough my feet were barely touching the ground.

"Now, we can't have a bunch of you running around to tell the cops, now can we? No, it simply won't do, I'm afraid I'm going to have to kill all of you," he said and put the pistol to my temple. I felt the gun pressed hard against my skull.

I was afraid to move, I felt as if the slightest movement would cause him to pull the trigger.

"Let her go! You got your money! Now just go!" Shouted the young protege. His emerald green eyes locked into mine and they softened.

"That's real touching, son," the man said and laughed, "but I can't do that. I'll kill you first so you don't have to watch," and with that the man pointed he pistol at Glitch.

"No! no!" I screamed and tried to shake the man's hand, but he just shoved my down. I hit my head against the pavement and struggled to stand again. I had never felt so pathetic, so weak.

I wouldn't have it. I used everything I had left in me to stand up and punch the man as hard as I possibly could.

The man felt the side of his cheek where I had punched him. He looked at me and grinned, but I could have sworn it wasn't a good kind of grin.

"So this is how it works? You think you can just beat me? Sweetie, I'm the guy with the gun," he threatened and walked closer to me, gun still in hand.

I heard the sound of a gun being loaded and I closed my eyes. My heart beat fast against my chest, I wouldn't be surprised if everyone could hear it.

"Drop the gun!" I heard a man yell. I slowly opened one eye and then the other. The scene had changed in a blink if an eye.

I saw the police car on the road with many of the criminals being arrested. I saw my father shaking hands with one of the officers.

I walked over to where Glitch and my father stood in the sidewalk.

"I thought I lost you," Glitch said and hugged me tightly. He brushed my hair softly.

"I'm glad your okay, Trixie," my father said, "I have to say, Glitch... He's a very nice young man,"

I smiled brightly at the both of them. I think I might have finally gotten his approval.