I slammed into opposite door hard, my head sent spinning from the hit. Blinking my eyes slowly, I heard the wheels squealing as the car lurched forward and picked up speed. Sitting up, my eyesight was blurred. Taking a moment to adjust my vision, I reached for the door handle and pulled it up and down. The door just wouldn't open.

My attacker and his friend laughed at me. "Don't bother. It's got child lock on." he smirked.

Sitting back in the seat, I raised my shoe and aimed to slam it into the passengers face. With reflexes faster than mine, the passenger quickly swung round and pointed a handgun in my face. Putting my foot back on the floor, I realized that I was screwed. No one knew where I was, no one could save me. These guys meant business and I was disposable once they had finished. I leaned forward towards the passenger, holding up my hands in resignation.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, trying to sound calm.

"Shut up." The passenger snapped back.

"Where are you taking me?" I screamed.

Grabbed my coat, he pulled me forward so fast I didn't see the gun as he swung it at my face. Feeling it connect with my jaw, I screamed as everything went black.



I jolted awake as my body hit the hard wooden surface. Opening my eyes to see only black cloth that covered them, I listened carefully only to hear the sound of small splashes. Attempting to move my arms, I found they were tied tightly behind me.

"Get up" came a deep voice.

Struggling to my knees, I fought at my restraints. "Release me!" I demanded.

Hearing laughs, I called on Logan's senses within my head. Suddenly, I could smell five men around me and that I was next to a large amount of fresh water. Footsteps approached me and the wooden planks below me shuddered as something heavy was dropped beside me. It let out a hiss of pain. Marco.

"Are you alright?" I whispered to him. A sharp intake of breathes confirmed he had heard me.

"I'm fine." he whispered back slowly. Listened to his sharp painful breathes, I knew he must have been hurt badly.

The footsteps approached again and I sighed in relief when the constricting cloth over my eyes was removed. Looking around, I was on a wharf of a lake as the five men stood over me, three carrying large rifles.

"Please let him go," I pleaded, looking over at the restrained Macro. "I was the one who hurt your friend. He had nothing to do with it."

The men looked down and laughed. The man who attacked me earlier bent over, his face inches from mine. "I wasn't finished with you. He got in my way. No one does that to me"

Pushing me aside, he walked over to Marco and grabbed him by the hair.

"Go get him Simon!" one of the other men called out.

Simon hissed at him to shut up and grabbed a tighter grip on Marco hair. Marco groaned in pain as he was pulled upwards by his hair. Ripping the cloth from his face, Simon pulled at his hair once more, forcing him to stand at the end of the wharf. Marco stared at me, his eyes wide in fear. With his hands still tied behind his back, he was defenseless.

Struggling against my restraints, I once again pleaded with my capturers. "Don't hurt him, please?" I begged, my voice trembling. "He can't even fight back. He doesn't have a chance."

Simon turned around, his face thoughtful and evil. "Sure," he said, looking down at me. "He can fight, why not let him."

Turning Marco around, Simon pulled a knife out of his belt, he cut the ropes on his hands. Pushed Marco to the ground, Simon stepped back and took a boxing. Marco lay on the ground, painfully breathing in and out. His friends looked at each other in uncertainty and moved back.

"Get up!" Simon commanded, shoving his left steel-tipped boot into Marco's side.

Rolling over in pain, Marco slowly got to his hands and knees, keeping his eyes directed at the wooden planks. Simon lifted him boot to kick him again, Marco held out his hand.

Slowly, Marco got to his feet, his balance unsteady. His eyes focused on Simon in a look of pure determination. Simon smiled evilly and raised his fists. Simon raced towards Marco, his body low and ready to tackle him. At the last second, Marco jumped to the side, bracing himself as he hit the ground. Simon spun around to receive a kick to the face. Simon stumbled backwards and fell onto his ass, blood dripped from his nose.

I expected Simon to be furious but instead he just smiled. "Big Mistake!"

Pointing at his friend, Simon grinned. "Kill him."

Marco's eyes opened in fear as Simons friend lifted a rifle and pointed it at Marco.

"Noooo.................................."





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