Chapter 4: Lost
By MD.
*disclaimer: I don't own them, except for Lori, Kyle, Brad, and Mr. Cloaksworth. Later.*
Lost
My head felt sore. I guess I must've bumped my head in the process of being kidnapped. I didn't want to open my eyes because it hurt and I was afraid of what I was going to see. But after a few moments, I opened them slowly. I was in a small room with a dingy bunk at one end and a metal door with a small window with bars on the other end. I felt shakey when I stood up off of the cot. There was music blaring out of my prison. Damn. The freaks were listening to my CD that was in my backpack. I heard some guys talking in the backround. A few minutes later, someone came to the door. They had a black ski mask on so I couldn't identify them. "You're up. Here's something to eat." The guy stuck something through the bars. It was a paper bag. Then he left. I looked in the bag. There was a sandwich in it wrapped with cellophane and one of those juice drinks in those cardboard boxes. Slowly I ate. I had to think of a way to get out of there. After I was finished, I sat on my bunk. What could I do? Should I pretend I was sick so'd they'd take me to the hospital? I didn't know. I sat and thought for a while. My head hurt and it was hard to concentrate with the blaring music. But, all of a sudden, it was turned off. I heard a new voice coming from outside of the door. I went over to the window and listened."So, you have the girl, right Kyle?" said a man with a deep voice. He sounded like the boss of the kidnappers. "Yes Mr. Cloaksworth, we do," Kyle said. "Brad put her to sleep and I got her wallet. It has the address of the place she's staying at.""Good. Next thing to do is send a note to her parents and ask for ransom money," said Mr. Cloaksworth. "But, what if they don't believe that we really have their daughter?" James asked. "Easy. We'll get the girl to write the note. Then, they'll have to pay!" Mr. Cloaksworth replied. I heard someone coming. It was James. "Here, kid. Take this and write a note saying this: 'Dear Mom and Dad. I have been kinapped. My captors demand one hundred thousand dollars in cash at the dumpster behind the Cafe Sbrerro by tomorrow at 5 p.m. If there are any police, they will kill me.' Then, sign your name at the bottom," James said. I did as he said. Then, I slipped the note through the bars and James read it. Then he left. I sat back down on the cot. I had heard them say that Kyle was going to hand deliver it. Maybe someone would see him delivering the letter. Maybe not. As I was thinking, I suddenly wondered about something. When Dr. Lecter was in the insane asylum, how did he escape? I faintly remembered reading somewhere that he had taken part of a ball-point pen and using that to open the lock to his handcuffs. I jumped up. A thought ran through my mind You still have the pen from writing the ransom note. I ran over to the corner of the cell. Yes! It was still there! I picked it up hurriedly and made sure that no one was coming. Then, I removed the center part of the pen. It was one of those expensive executive type pens, so it had a strong, thin metal cylinder over the ink. I crept over to the cell door. I couldn't see anyone coming. I slipped the pen cartrage into the key hole. I pushed up and turned. There was a click! "Yessss!" I hissed. It was opened. Now to get past the kidnappers. I was really pissed. My whole day was going totally wrong, and I was NOT going to let those idiots get away with this. I carefully opened the door and slipped out. Limp Bizkit was still blairing on the boom box. That was an advantage. James, Kyle, and Mr. Cloaksworth wouldn't hear me sneaking out. I was walking down a dim corridor. There was only one door going out. When I got to it, I opened it a crack and peered out. It was a huge room. I think I was in an abandoned warehouse or something. The area was decorated like a typical guy's bedroom. There was a sofa, television, boom box, baseball bat, skateboard, etc. James was sitting on the couch watching the tv that was on mute and listening to the music. I had to get past him.... wait- a baseball bat? The closest thing to the door was the baseball bat. Maybe I could sneak over there and get it and...knock James unconsious with it. A little harsh, but hey, they had kidnapped me. I took a moment to get ready and then I opened the door quickly and lunged for the bat. By the time James figured out what was happening, I had already reached the bat and started to swing. The bat hit him square on the forehead and he slumped over and hit the floor. I didn't feel any emotion as I turned away from the still figure. I was just numb. There was a door all the way at the end of the warehouse. I started to run toward it. This area of the room was really messed up. There were pillars with cracked and peeling paint and thick black wires hung thirty feet from the ceiling to the floor. I had almost made it to the door. I could see sunlight streaming out of the sides of it, when suddenly a figure leapt in front of me. It was a man that looked about like he was in his late thirties and he had a sneer on his face. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked. I reconized his voice. It was Mr. Cloaksworth. I turned and ran back toward where James was lying. There was a gun lying on the table. I grabbed it and spun around. Mr. Cloaksworth whipped out his gun and was smiling. Why was he smiling? He raised his gun at me. I've never thought about killing anyone, but right now, I had to. I pulled the trigger. Isn't the purpose of "pulling the trigger" to shoot someone? Well, when I did, I just heard a click. No wonder why Mr. Cloaksworth had been smiling. The gun didn't have any bullets in it. "Now what are you going to do, girly?" Mr. Cloaksworth hissed. "Looks like you ruined our little plan. Now that you've seen us, I won't be able to let you out of here... alive. Next time your parents see you, you'll be in a body bag!" he said. Then he started laughing. I lunged for him and tried to get the gun away from him. Yeah right, like a thirteen year old girl can is any match against a thirty-something guy. He just stepped aside and knocked me on the head with the butt of his gun. I fell to the floor, dizzy. Everything looked fuzzy and I couldn't see clearly. I couldn't get up either. I was helpless. Mr. Cloaksworth aimed the gun at me. I looked at him terrified. This was going to be the last thing I ever saw... As I waited for him to shoot, I thought I saw something lower quickly around Mr. Cloaksworth's neck. Confused, he spun around. There was someone behind him. Mr. Cloaksworth screamed out in pain as I saw a knife slash through the flesh on Mr. Cloaksworth's abdomen. His bowels fell out, and right before he died, I heard the snap of a rope or wire being cut, and the wire-noose around Mr. Cloaksworth's neck pulled him up, strangling him. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was the dark sillhouette of Mr. Cloaksworth, feet dangling off the floor, with his bowels hanging out.
MD
