A/N: Hello! Yay! Everyone's favourite story is being posted tonight! :D It would've been posted sooner, but, like I said in previous chapters of this and my other story, I have online work to catch up on! I'm surprised that I'm even posting these Home Alone stories, since I'm sooo behind on my work! The exciting thing is, I'm already on Unit 4, a screenwriting unit! Sweet! Well, let's have enough of me blabbing, and more of reading this story! OK! Let's go!... :D

BIG NOTE: I think I've been making the mistake in saying that Kevin has family in Paris! When I was writing this, I was thinking of Uncle Rob and Aunt Georgette! But, it wasn't a total fuck up! Uncle Rob and Aunt Georgette do stay in Paris, sometimes, do they not? And there has to be some family living in Paris, somewhere, right? Well, let's just go with it! :P

Chapter 21: A Risk Willing to Take

Kevin's PoV:

I'm just looking down at the gun that's pointed to my side. If I tried to do anything, Harry will hurt me, and probably kill the cabby! And I know that he's not afraid to do it, since he probably killed those two pilots! "Hey..." Harry warns, almost in a whisper. "Don't you dare..."

After a few moments of hesitation, I take a hold of the gun, since Harry's granted me free mobility of my hands. When I do, I shout to the cabby, "Help!" Again, just like on the plane, a hand is forced over my mouth. This time, I notice that it's Marv's hand, because Harry's leaning forward in the cab's backseat, aiming the gun to the cab driver.

"W-What are you doing?" the French-accented driver asks, afraid.

"Just keep on driving, Mr. Cab Driver," Harry warns.

"A-Are you still going to that abandoned apartment?" the driver asks, nervously.

"Of course,"

"I could call the cops on you, you know..."

"Oh, really? Well then, if that's the case, you can say 'goodbye' to this little boy right now," He then takes the gun's aim away from the driver and starts aiming it at my head. "If you say one word, Pierre,"

"That's not my name..."

"I don't care. I'm calling you "Pierre", because it seems that all Frenchies are named that..."

"Please... Please don't hurt that boy..."

"Well then, that all depends on you, now, doesn't it?" Harry smirks, evilly, looking towards the front, where the driver is. He then looks down at me, still with that same evil smirk, which makes me nervous.

"I... I won't say a word..."

"Are you sure about that?" The gun is now back aimed at the cab driver.

"I'm... I'm sure..." he answers, nervously.

"No! No! He'll hurt me!" I try to shout through Marv's hand, but it all comes out muffled.

"You shut up!" He aims the gun at me for a second, then back at our driver.

"Just be quiet, OK, buddy?" Marv whispers down to me. I try to break free of Marv's grasp on me, but he only holds on to me tighter. "Please, bud..." he begs.

"No..." I try to cry.

"I said, shut up!"

"So, you expect me to drop you off at the apartment, and then just go my merry way?"

"Yes, because if you do anything, other than just that, I'll hunt ya down and kill ya. Then, after I've finished killing ya, pipsqueak here," Harry then directs the gun to my direction for a second again, then back at the driver. "Will be next."

"There are tons of us cab drivers in Paris. How would you be able to possibly find me again?"

"Oh, I could... Trust me," Harry's just smirking away. "So, if I were you, after you've dropped us off, I'd go my merry way."

"What are you gonna do to him, once I leave?"

"Well, that's my business, and my business, only," Harry answers. I gasp, when he says that. What about Marv?

"Hey, what about me?" Marv asks, seeming to be insulted. Speaking of which...

"Shut up, Marv!" When Harry says that, I get even more scared.

"How do I know that you won't kill him, anyway?"

Harry looks back at me, smiles, then looks back forward. "I have some... things... that I want to do with him first... Heheheh..." I just gasp and want to cry.

"No... Please don't hurt him..."

"Hey! Don't be telling me what to do! I can do whatever the hell I want to with this kid! Alright?!" The driver frantically nods. I'm so desperately holding back the tears... "Now, hurry up and drive this thing!" Harry shouts, impatiently.

"I can only drive so fast, sir..." I feel like the cab driver's about to cry, too. Why does Harry have to be so intimidating?

"Don't argue with me..." Harry threatens. "If we don't get there within ten minutes," The gun is aimed at my head, yet again. "This kid's brains will be all over the backseat of your car, got it?"

"I'm going, I'm going..."

"Obviously, not fast enough..."

I just so badly want to shout, "He can only drive so fast, you idiot! Leave him alone!" I become even more scared, when I think that Harry's serious about the ten-minute time limit. In fact, I start to cry, because I'm so scared. I have to finally let out my fear... "Shh. It's OK, buddy..." Marv tries to reassure me, pulling my wet-because of the tears-hair out of my eyes. He starts rocking me back and forth, trying to calm me down. Honestly, I think he's scared of what his partner might do to, not only me, but the cabby, too.

While Harry's still aiming the gun to the cabby, he starts fiddling around inside of his coat, appearing to be looking for something. I think I know what it is, and I'm right, when I see that he's pulled out the roll of duct tape. Harry's still facing forward, when he shoves the roll our way, telling Marv, "Tape him up," I think the driver knows that Harry's talking to Marv, even though Harry didn't say Marv's name, because of what Harry said to do.

Marv has no choice but to free my mouth from his hand, because he uses both of his hands to rip a strip of tape and wrap my hands together with it. I just look down at my hands becoming tighter and tighter together. "Sorry, bud..." I'm still crying, because I'm scared of everything that's going on. "Come on, sit back,"

Marv slightly pulls me back against the seat. I keep looking at Harry, aiming the gun at our driver. Harry looks back, looks forward again, but then immediately looks back at us again. He then asks, "What are you doing?"

"What?"

"I gave you the duct tape for a reason! I don't want him flapping his mouth!"

"Come on, he'll be quiet," Marv then looks down at me. "Right, little buddy?" I just nod, because I don't want tape across my mouth!

"Yeah, he's just saying that, so that he doesn't have to have his yap taped shut. He doesn't mean it. Now, tape him up! Enough sympathy!"

Marv sighs, then says, "Fine..."

He pulls out the tape again, and I try to beg, "No, please... I'll be quiet... Please... I won't say anything... I haven't said anything..."

"I'm sorry, buddy," I'm cut off, when a strip is placed across my mouth. I'm then pulled back against the seat again. Marv has me pulled close to him, I guess so that I don't try to get away, or something... Harry looks back here again, gives Marv a satisfied look, then faces forward.

There's an awkward silence, before the cab driver says, "We're almost there..."

"Good. I can't wait..." I can see Harry smirking again.

I gasp at how Harry can't seem to wait, until we make it to this abandoned apartment. "It's OK, buddy..." Marv says, trying to comfort me, but it isn't working...

I feel like it's my fault for why I'm taped up... If I would've just dealt with the gun at my side, I wouldn't be like this... I feel pathetic and helpless... And I know that I'm truly not those things... But, damn, Harry sure makes me feel that way... What's going to happen, when we get to this abandoned apartment? I don't know, but I feel scared, just thinking about it. I'm looking out the window, seeing the apartments and other buildings fly by the cab window. I then realize where we are now... We're on the street that has Uncle Rob and Aunt Georgette's apartment that they stay at, when they visit Paris! Though, I still have never heard of this apartment that Harry's wanting to go to.

I then see Uncle Rob and Aunt Georgette's apartment fly by the window. I then try to shout out that that's my Aunt and Uncle's apartment! I even try to break free from Marv's grasp, but he pulls me back, saying, seeming panicked, "Kevin! Kevin! Stop!"

Through the tape around my mouth, I try to scream, "No! No! That's my Aunt and Uncle's apartment!"

"Shut up, kid!" Harry shouts back at me.

"Kid, kid, come on! What's going on with you?!" If you didn't tape my mouth shut, I could tell you! Marv tries to pull me back, but I try to fight him, crying.

"Kid, if you don't stop it, I WILL kill you!"

"He obviously saw something that got him going!"

Harry rips the tape off of my mouth. I try to ignore the pain of which that has caused, because Harry starts shouting at me, "What the fuck's your problem, kid?!"

"My Aunt and Uncle's apartment! We just drove by it!" I finally cry out.

"That's what you're freaking out about?!"

"Yes! Please! I wanna see my Aunt and Uncle!" I plead.

"No! Now, deal with it!" Harry then turns around to face the cabby and shouts, "And don't you even think about doing anything!"

"I... I wasn't thinking of doing anything..." It seems like the cab driver's about to cry.

"Yeah, right..." Harry huffs. Harry then shoots his head back to Marv and I's direction and orders, "Shut him up again,"

"Come on, Harry..."

"No! He's already caused commotion, while his yap was taped shut! Now, do it! I don't want him causing any more commotion!"

"I'll be quiet, I swear!"

"Yeah, right! I don't believe you! You wanna know why?! Because, you caused a commotion, already! Now, if you don't wanna be hurt, I suggest you just cooperate!"

"I'm sorry... I wouldn't have done anything, if I didn't see the apartment..."

"I don't care! I don't want another scene like that happening again!"

"There won't be... I... I promise..." I cry, looking down at my lap. I then hear more duct tape. I keep crying, because I don't want this again... Soon after I hear the sound of ripping duct tape, a new strip is placed across my mouth. I keep looking down at my lap, not only because I'm terrified of Harry, but because I feel pathetic again.

"Oh, quit your crying..."

Harry's pissed at me. Though, at least Marv has some sympathy for me, because he wraps his arm around me and tells me, "It's OK, buddy..." I don't know why he keeps saying that it's OK, when it isn't! Maybe he doesn't know what Harry's planning, but he's got to know that it won't be all right, no matter what Harry's planning! I guess he's just saying that to make me feel better. Though, I'm not giving myself false hopes... I know it won't be all right... I just know it won't be...

To be Continued...

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A/N: Thank you again! As usual, you know what to do next! :P Wow! This was quite the lengthy chapter! It just went on and on! I couldn't stop myself! But, here we are, the end of Chapter 21! Let me know what you think! Unfortunately, the next chapter won't be posted, until Monday night. :/ Damn, eh? I'm anxious to continue writing this! Though, the good news is, tomorrow night is the night for His Protector, and that will be pretty exciting to write, too! :D Well, thanks for reading this longer chapter! Ciao for now! :D

- Majora's Mask Freak184