Kidnapping
Part 2: Le petit souris
"Ce n'est pas Fawkes, c'est ton ami."
This was to my near death, these words ran my blood cold, and it was the only time in my life, I was not thankful I had decided to pick French up as a language.
Before, I could do anything, Arnaud had dragged me to his car, and for some odd reason, almost as a safety precaution he made sure I was buckled in the car first. He tied my hands up next, with strong rope, it made my wrists sore.
"This will be the last time you see your neighborhood, petit souris." He says with a laugh, and then he covers my eyes with a blindfold.
Anger rages inside of me, a mouse, why must I always be the mouse. Why can't I ever be the lion, and not chicken out. I know I am weak, but my mind is sharp, but it always removes it self in times like this. What good are you? I think You're going to get me killed, and probably today. Then, it hits me. I need to stay still, so I can conserve the little energy I have left.
Arnaud pulls the car out jerkingly, it bumps erradically, almost as if he had parked on the sidewalk. I listen to his breathing, it is almost as heavy as mine is after my jog. I have a feeling I would have been taken enroute if I had actually woken up this morning. That may be the only good thing out of my housemates partying the night away. We pull off the road quickly. I hear him step into a phone booth, he has hit the phone with something, making it ring loudly in the air.
I try to catch my breath, I have also noticed I have started to sweat. I close my eyes and imagine myself in a land of happiness.
I snap out of my meditation about ten minutes later. Heavy footsteps can be heard on the concrete, I think its concrete anyway, it may be gravel. If I am correct, we may be at Ligget's drug store, then it is gravel.
The door is opened, and I feel Arnaud's presences above meHe places a hand on me so I don't fall out. He is blocking me from anyone's view. "Guess what, you actually get to see where we're going, we'll un peu." He says untying the blindfold, and putting in its place, heavily shaded sunglasses. My eyes begin to ache, as it tries to adjust to the sunlight, but is brought back into darkness.Since the glass are so dark, it is hard to determine any shapes clearly. I do notice I can see Arnaud now, he must be utilizing a latex suit again, I just pray its not of me this time.
I can make out a crude smile on his face. "Be glad their are people getting supicous. Stupid feds, they believed me though when I said you were having eye problems, and you just needed some sunglasses." He laughs in my ear, and walks away from his postion, and slams the door harshly, it makes the whole car shake, and my shoulder aches. Why did he have to place me right next to the door. I hold my cry of pain inside, I have a horrible feeling it will just get worse then that. I hear him laugh at me, and he walks around to the other side of the car, getting in.
He drives away slowly at first. If Feds had really been at Liggit's,( which didn't suprise me much, it was a hangout of theirs) and they had believed him, I was in for a lot of trouble. And if their superior came by, and he heard about them looking at a person blindfolded, and believing he just needed dark glasses, they would be fired. That made me a little happy. especially if they were FBI, the FBI hated the agency. We drive about a mile away, then I feel him jerk the car to fourth.
Please, God, let a cop pull us over.
end of part 2
Part 2: Le petit souris
"Ce n'est pas Fawkes, c'est ton ami."
This was to my near death, these words ran my blood cold, and it was the only time in my life, I was not thankful I had decided to pick French up as a language.
Before, I could do anything, Arnaud had dragged me to his car, and for some odd reason, almost as a safety precaution he made sure I was buckled in the car first. He tied my hands up next, with strong rope, it made my wrists sore.
"This will be the last time you see your neighborhood, petit souris." He says with a laugh, and then he covers my eyes with a blindfold.
Anger rages inside of me, a mouse, why must I always be the mouse. Why can't I ever be the lion, and not chicken out. I know I am weak, but my mind is sharp, but it always removes it self in times like this. What good are you? I think You're going to get me killed, and probably today. Then, it hits me. I need to stay still, so I can conserve the little energy I have left.
Arnaud pulls the car out jerkingly, it bumps erradically, almost as if he had parked on the sidewalk. I listen to his breathing, it is almost as heavy as mine is after my jog. I have a feeling I would have been taken enroute if I had actually woken up this morning. That may be the only good thing out of my housemates partying the night away. We pull off the road quickly. I hear him step into a phone booth, he has hit the phone with something, making it ring loudly in the air.
I try to catch my breath, I have also noticed I have started to sweat. I close my eyes and imagine myself in a land of happiness.
I snap out of my meditation about ten minutes later. Heavy footsteps can be heard on the concrete, I think its concrete anyway, it may be gravel. If I am correct, we may be at Ligget's drug store, then it is gravel.
The door is opened, and I feel Arnaud's presences above meHe places a hand on me so I don't fall out. He is blocking me from anyone's view. "Guess what, you actually get to see where we're going, we'll un peu." He says untying the blindfold, and putting in its place, heavily shaded sunglasses. My eyes begin to ache, as it tries to adjust to the sunlight, but is brought back into darkness.Since the glass are so dark, it is hard to determine any shapes clearly. I do notice I can see Arnaud now, he must be utilizing a latex suit again, I just pray its not of me this time.
I can make out a crude smile on his face. "Be glad their are people getting supicous. Stupid feds, they believed me though when I said you were having eye problems, and you just needed some sunglasses." He laughs in my ear, and walks away from his postion, and slams the door harshly, it makes the whole car shake, and my shoulder aches. Why did he have to place me right next to the door. I hold my cry of pain inside, I have a horrible feeling it will just get worse then that. I hear him laugh at me, and he walks around to the other side of the car, getting in.
He drives away slowly at first. If Feds had really been at Liggit's,( which didn't suprise me much, it was a hangout of theirs) and they had believed him, I was in for a lot of trouble. And if their superior came by, and he heard about them looking at a person blindfolded, and believing he just needed dark glasses, they would be fired. That made me a little happy. especially if they were FBI, the FBI hated the agency. We drive about a mile away, then I feel him jerk the car to fourth.
Please, God, let a cop pull us over.
end of part 2