1.1.1 The Kidnapping
By Portalkeeper87
SEVEN
Marco awoke, bound and gagged in a dark cellar. He looked at the two dark figures crouching nearby and rolls his eyes. Surely they must be from the play, here to play a prank.
As his eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom, he frowned. He had never seen either of these people before. They definitely weren't part of the cast.
So who were they?
One of them crouched down and growled menacingly in Marco's face.
"Listen buddy, we're hoping you'll fetch for a handsome price. If not, well…"
His buddy snickered and pulled out a seven-inch knife. The blade glinted dully.
"Mmph mmmph, mmph!" It was a real knife.
This wasn't a joke.
"Buddy, we're gonna send a ransom note to…" he craned his head to look at a tattered wallet in his hands. "To 25 Fox Run Dr. And you better hope we get the twenty grand tomorrow in the park."
Marco stared, eyes wide. He couldn't morph here, in front of these guys! Maybe one of them was a Controller or might later babble to a Controller. He couldn't let them know he was anything other than a normal teenager.
The guy with the knife smiled, showing crooked, broken teeth. "There's no reason why we can't have a little fun though…"
He raised the knife and rammed it through Marco's left forearm.
A muffled scream sound through the night, followed by many more.
By Portalkeeper87
SEVEN
Marco awoke, bound and gagged in a dark cellar. He looked at the two dark figures crouching nearby and rolls his eyes. Surely they must be from the play, here to play a prank.
As his eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom, he frowned. He had never seen either of these people before. They definitely weren't part of the cast.
So who were they?
One of them crouched down and growled menacingly in Marco's face.
"Listen buddy, we're hoping you'll fetch for a handsome price. If not, well…"
His buddy snickered and pulled out a seven-inch knife. The blade glinted dully.
"Mmph mmmph, mmph!" It was a real knife.
This wasn't a joke.
"Buddy, we're gonna send a ransom note to…" he craned his head to look at a tattered wallet in his hands. "To 25 Fox Run Dr. And you better hope we get the twenty grand tomorrow in the park."
Marco stared, eyes wide. He couldn't morph here, in front of these guys! Maybe one of them was a Controller or might later babble to a Controller. He couldn't let them know he was anything other than a normal teenager.
The guy with the knife smiled, showing crooked, broken teeth. "There's no reason why we can't have a little fun though…"
He raised the knife and rammed it through Marco's left forearm.
A muffled scream sound through the night, followed by many more.
