Mark came to a road and ran to cross it without looking or really being aware of anything. There was squealing of tires, and he was blinded by bright headlights and then flashing emergency lights. Least the driver had been paying attention; the truck veered around Mark, and came to a halt at an odd angle in the road.

"CHRIST BOY, watch where you're going!" The man shouted as he opened his door, and shook his fists. "I couldda killed you, ya know!" He then said.

The man was shaking with anger, and advancing on Mark when suddenly he stopped. He retreated back to his vehicle and then drove off, as another car came along and stopped; this one had red and blue police lights flashing. The spot light on the side of the car flashed to life and was swiveled until it pointed at Mark. The light was incredible bright; Mark shielded his eyes and tried to step out of the brilliance, he heard a car door slam, but he still couldn't see anything. From behind a hand clamped on to his should and spun him around; it was an officer in a brown uniform.

"Officer….?" Mark stammered.

There was cruelness in the other man's gaze; intensely he started down at the teenager. He reached on his belt and pulled something off it, he now held a pair of cuffs in his hand.

Mark tried to pull away but he couldn't shake the officer's grip; he felt himself get steered then harshly shoved into the side of the patrol unit.

"Please…don't." Mark winced stunned at the brutality; he was also winded as what breath he had was pushed out of him, he sank to the road coughing.

The man trying to pull him up, but Mark lunged to the side and tried to run away. The officer was not exhausted or out of too out of shape and he tackled Mark to the ground easily; he then hauled the teenager up, and twisted the youths arm behind his back to show he meant business. Mark yelped, and the official forced him back to the car. The enrapt officer worked quickly slapping the cuffs onto Mark's wrists; he balled his hand into Mark's hoodie and dragged him forward then sideways. He turned and pushed Mark against the rear of the cruiser, and opened the back door.

"Someone help me." Mark gasped as he was pulled and then shoved belly first into the car this time. "Please help…." He whimpered trying to take in a breath.

The man then unceremoniously shoved the gasping teen into the back seat; he then produced zip tie cuffs and clamped them on Mark's ankles, before the youth could right himself. The man gave no response to Mark's whimpers, tears, and protests; he slammed the car door trapping Mark inside. He opened the other door and finished his work by placing tape over Mark's mouth.

The officer smiled and looked into Mark's wide eyes. "Try to chew your way out of these bonds."

Mark sobbed as the door was slammed, and the cop got into the driver's seat, and took off. He tried to free himself remembering some tip he heard on TV once about how to get out of cuffs and leg restraints, but he was just too tired and terrified to make any head way. As he struggled, the cop slammed on the brakes throwing Mark off the seat on to the floor; he grunted as his head, and arm hit the solid divider, and he passed out hearing the officer chuckle darkly.

The drive took a few hours and thankfully after a little forceful persuasion the brat in back finally piped down. He had been promised a lot of money by the man in the richly embroidered vest; by just the look of his clothes, the cop could tell this guy was from riches. After being in law enforcement for years he discovered that crime paid much better than justice; at the end of the day what motivated him the most was the all mighty dollar. He finally reached the destination and turned the car on to a dirt driveway. The drive wound through over grown hedges, and through an ornate iron gate that needed a little repair. Once the path widened revealing a mansion that too was in a state of disrepair; he angled the car by the house and cut the engine.

The officer huffed. "What a dump."

He got out of the car and hauled open the back door without looking; He was surprised when a set of feet collided with his chest. The officer stumbled back; his air jolted out of his lungs, the ground impact with his back made it harder for him to take in a breath. He struggled to breathe and make sense of what just happened.

Mark wiggled around and got out of the car, his legs were still bound, and his wrists were still cuffed, but he was not going to be some lamb led to slaughter. He hopped away the best he could hoping to find some sort of incline to roll down, it may injure him, but he would be on his way to some sort of escape. He spied the downhill opposite of the house; just a few more hops and he could just lie down and roll. He bid for freedom was cut short when a hand clamped on his shoulder and spun him around; something impacted with his face causing stars in his brain to explode.

The officer got up, and he cursed loudly. He caught up to Mark in just a few strides; grabbing the teen by his shoulder he spun the bound kid around and slugged him hard across the face. The dark haired youth dropped like a sack of potatoes; and lay on the ground stunned and blinking.

The officer stood over the kid and smirked. "God damned little punk, you ruined my good uniform!"

He then bent over and grabbed a fist full of cloth and punched the kid again. He had been sucker kicked by some no good kid, he didn't care if he had damaged the little jerk. This simple task was becoming a real annoyance; he was going to hit up the rich guy for double what he had first agreed on.

Blood was trickling out of the kid's nose; the cop resisted the urge to spit on him. "Serves you right!"

Satisfied the kid was out for the count; he hoisted the teen over his shoulder, and carried him inside. Mark moaned pitifully as he was jerked up and then hoisted over into an upside down position.