A few of my readers wonder what happened to a dear and appearing lost character. Perhaps he hasn't been forgotten. ;)
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As Don uncomfortably watches the movie, Raph watches Don with his suspicions, and Cally tosses in her sleep:
A small black car pulled up into an alley way, beside an old abandoned warehouse. Two men exited both sides of the front seats. They walked around to the back of the car, they wore a basic T-shirt and pants. Nothing suspicious. Until the two walked around the back and the larger one opened the trunk. The two reached in, each grabbing and arm and pulling a young man with auburn hair out. They pulled him up and set him on the ground.
"Let me go!" The young man screeched with terror, "I know nothing!"
The two men still gruffly held an arm of the terrified victim. One of them had a small
go-T that widened under his lip as he grinned, the grin could have been crawling with bugs and wouldn't have looked any different. "We know that you know exactly what we need," He chuckled.
The other man remained silent, flicking his narrowed eyes back and forth every once and a while.
The young man whimpered and tried to shrink down, but the go-T man pulled him back to his feet extremely roughly. The two kidnappers dragged the man into the building that appeared abandoned. The quiet one took their prey by both arms while the other opened the door into the building. The only light trickled in through the window in form of moonlight. Inside was scattered with stacks of boxes that were covered in dust and cobwebs where the spiders could manage.
The two men dropped their captive, who instantly fell to his knees. A larger man walked out from the shadows and approached the young man, cracking his knuckles. "Let's get this taken care of, shall we?" He lifted his right eyebrow, revealing a scar. His blonde hair was pulled back into a short ponytail.
The scarred man crouched down in front of his victim who was looking more like a bird looking into the eyes of a snake. "Let's talk a little about you. Do you have a job?"
The auburn haired man quickly shook his head, and shrank a bit as his captor laughed, a laugh that had no pure joy whatsoever.
"Of coarse you don't!" The man boomed. "The owners of your job were murdered, their daughter is no where to be found, and you!" He shook his head, "Oh…my dear friend," He patted his captive's shoulder making the young man shake even worse. "You are running for your life because you are the police's first suspect and are hot on your tail." The large man's natural growl brought out a bellowing cackle.
"H-how do you know?" The victim squeaked, his eyes growing.
The scarred man gave one last deep, short laugh, "We have are way of….getting around." He gave a wink full of malevolence and schemes.
A small burst of courage caused the young man's chest to puff out. "What do you want with me then?" He slurred out, as if the question were about to explode inside him.
The glower of the captor disintegrated any left over courage in the captive. "That, is our next address," He replied curtly. "We had the girl. All that we needed, went through quite a bit of trouble for her you know. That, unfortunately, caused the trouble to turn to you."
A flash of anger split on the young man's face, but was as gone as fast as a falling star, being overtaken by cowardice.
"She escaped," The man continued, "She knows who we are and what we did. But, we need her back. It won't be easy, and she isn't quite worth out bother."
The shrinking prey gulped, realizing that the tables were slowly turning to him.
"The girl knows you," The scarred man smirked at the fear he could inflict with no effort. "She trusts you."
"W-what do I do?" The auburn haired captive's face was full of wishes that he knew couldn't come true.
"You, find the girl and bring her here," The captor shrugged, "tell her its safe, leave and we get the girl. Its quite simple."
The young man frowned, "What makes you think I would give you Cally?"
The man leaned back and looked at the ceiling, still in a crouched position, he pretended to think. "Ah, Cally's her name, sounds like such a doll." A smile that matched the former wink crept up on to his face like a centipede up a wall. "Perhaps, she'll be worth this," He held up a glass bottle with a folded piece of paper, closed by a cork.
The captive's eyes lit up, "Where'd you get that?"
The scarred man kept his smile, "Found it during our little messy part of the plan." He shrugged, "Thought it might help pay a little for the trouble."
After a minute of staring at the bottle with longing glinting his eyes, the prey shook his head, "No, she isn't worth it."
The abductor grinned and leaned close to his victim, "I don't think you'll like this, but is she worth your life?"
The young man's eyes brimmed over with fear. He shifted, chewing his lip, and considering his narrow options. "Alright," he murmured finally, "I'll do it."
"Good," The scarred man gave a brisk nod, "I think you'll like that decision as much as we do."
The young man looked away and frowned, his eyebrows scrunching. It was obvious he was already regretful of his final answer.
"Cheer up," The larger man punched his prey's shoulder, knocking him over. The captive quickly sat back up, shook himself off and rubbed his shoulder sympathetically. "You'll see our way pretty soon."
But…," The man frowned, "You have a time limit. One week to carry out our little plan, or you'll be in for an unexpected…'surprise.'"
The victim gulped, shifting nervously, and nodded. He refused to look his captor in the eye.
"I'm sure you'll do it," The man smiled, standing up. He tossed the bottle to the young man who caught it and clutched it to his chest, frowning. "It's just a little something for your trouble." Then, he turned and walked to the door, followed by the two other men who emerged from different corners. The captor turned, "Remember, Kyle, one week."
They walked out the door, leaving Kyle behind in the dark, clutching the bottle and staring at the floor. The door closed with a bang.
After the car engine had started up and driven out of hearing distance, Kyle planted his face in his hands and moaned, "Ooh…what know?" He took his hands away and stared down at the bottle. He took it in his hands and squeezed it with anger until his knuckles turned white.
"It wasn't worth it," he hissed, "I should have known that it was never worth it!"
Kyle stood up, his breath rigid. He tossed the bottle across the room and listened with clenched fists to the shattering and scattering of glass.
"You darned recipe!" He hollered. "Look at what you did! I went for you, worked for those smile loving goops for you! I even skipped Harvard for you! My dream, my dad's dream…" He looked away then continued his rage. "I…I was going to take you where you belonged! The world could have tasted you! I could have been rich!"
Tears streamed down Kyle's face, "And I can be rich…" The thought tempted him. "No-now, because of you, I either lose my life…or Cally's."
He fell back onto his knees in racking sobs. "Oh…Cally doll…sweet Cally doll." He choked for a moment. "She truly, really, is a doll. She was the only one worth those days. But her parents never would have approved of a man three years older than their daughter.
"I'm sorry, Cally," He whispered, before placing his head in his hands. A small draft blew through a broken window on the other side of the old warehouse. Kyle felt something catch his knee. Lifting his head, he saw the recipe. He took it in his hand. Even though it was almost unfolded his averted his eyes and folded it back before slipping it into his pocket.
He sighed and stood, trying to hold everything together. Kyle knew what he had to do, no matter what it cost him; and even as he walked out of the warehouse hoping he would wake up in his bed and be late, once again, for work, a plan was churning in his mind.
