Chapter 23: Drunks
The back of the van was stuffy, and very very very cold. Ann shivered, but made no move to huddle and keep warm. She let her legs flop on the ground in front of her, as punishment for being so stupid. That and maybe she'd die of frost bite before they could have the satisfaction of killing her.
The truck hit another speed-bump, but it had no affect on her. She was busy re-living what had just happened to make sense of it. Even if she didn't want to.
"Why don't we stop somewhere?" Bill asked, stopping at the corner of the sidewalk, exhausted and shifting his weight on each foot, grimacing. Ann's feet hurt too. Everyone's did.
"And where would that be?" Brian asked. He stood perfectly fine, with his head high, with absolutely no sign of pain at all; he was on the track team.
"Umm…"
"Doesn't matter! I'll go anywhere; my feet are killing me!" Kyle said and watched Bakura and Mokuba bob their heads in agreement. Ann shifted from her left foot to her right foot, trying hard not to complain, but was failing. Bill quickly looked around, as if his life depended on it, and spotted a noticeable building with flashing lights.
"There!"
Ann felt horror stricken, standing in front of the building Bill had picked out, her face growing rather hot.
"It's a bar." Bill said flatly to her.
"It's a club."
"So?"
"Do you have any idea what happens at clubs?!"
"People dance."
"And drink!"
"Um… no they don't." Ann looked up at the blue neon writing, reading FREE BEER, and turning angrily back to Brian, Kyle, and Bill. Except they weren't there anymore, any of them. She turned again to see Bill disappearing into the swinging doors, a look of joy on his face. That left her in a predicament.
1 Stand up for what you believe in. Stay out side!
2 Go in with your friends, be careful
3 Screw 1 and 2. GET DRUNK!
4 Just sit down, and listen to the music
Ann debated a few moments.
"This is ridiculous." She muttered, sitting at the bar, ignoring the amber liquid in a glass meant for her and her grateful toes. She couldn't even believe they were actually serving any of them cocktails; they were all under age for god's sake! These people must be insane. Or piss drunk. What-ever the situation, she hated beer. Her uncle had been an alcoholic; took him years to get off. Goes to show its bad for you. Ann sighed and took the little stick in her "Drink" and spun it around, ignoring Bill screaming something about bottles of beer on the wall. He had one too many drinks after she had told him not too at all. Everyone did. Except Mokuba and Bakura, who both ordered Chocolate milk and were hiding in the corner of the complex in fear of being spotted by girls. Okay that was Bakura. Mokuba didn't care really. Ann had just about given up on controlling any of them. She glanced at Bill sitting up on the soda machine swinging a full bottle around as Kyle spoke to the females of the party happening around them; Brain was off somewhere betting and playing cards. Gambling was okay, as long as you had the money to pay for it, which Brian didn't. So, yet another one of Ann's warning were denied any thought.
Ann let her finger circle the rim of the wine glass, ignoring the people staring at her in the corner of her eye. She had no thought for mingling, dancing, or flirting. Get the hell out of my face if they came up to her and check please!
"And then I said, what mummy that's just a guy wrapped in linen!" Ammon suddenly shouted behind her, Ann didn't dare turn to see what he was up to. He had to be drunk on account Bill was. This was really bad.
Suddenly there was movement in the corner of her eye. Someone was approaching her. She kept cool a moment, watching and feeling their presence to make sure. They were right up behind her and clasped her on the shoulder.
"THAT'S IT! GET THE FUC-" Her voice died in her throat at who she was staring at.
"Hello." Kakra smiled broadly, showing what looked like a good set of teeth. Marik stood tall behind her, keeping his eye on business instead of the giggling girls in at a near by table. Ann would have admired him for that if she wasn't so damned surprised to see Joey, Kaiba, and Tristan sitting with them, all as jabbering over their words. Kaiba was acting very scary, smiling and beaming… and cracking knock-knock jokes. This was very bad.
"W-what did you do to them?"
"We detained them using alcohol, no sentitives…had to shut up Wheeler and Kaiba somehow."
"Shut up Marik." Kakra snapped at him, darting to check up on her sweet heart at the table where Bakura and Mokuba were sitting. Intimidating his lesser half, not flirting with other women. She was pleased.
"You have no one to rely on, Ann, what will you do?" She did though, Calendae, but something about this situation smelt foul, and it wasn't the body odor.
"Yes, there is a trap if you try to run or try any thing tricky..." Kakra whispered, eyes darting to the corners of the room, were fog started to pour from and an odd snarling Ann was only able to hear…
"What will you do?" Ann hesitated. Couldn't put the others in danger or any of these drunken fools. Open and shut case.
"I'll come quietly, if you don't hurt anyone." Kakra's smile widened, as her fingers motioned to Marik. He took her by the shoulders and restrained her.
"Darling?" Kakra purred, making Ann feel ill. TombRobber turned from his business with Bakura, who was very white in the face.
"Yes, my sweet?" His eyes were sparkling, and he was grinning an evil grin. Ann was unprepared for what happened next.
"Have fun."
TombRobber's smile exploded in Ann's head like a time-bomb and her eyes widened, knowing that he would release whatever monster they had brought with them; her friends were to die. And she could do nothing. She immediately started to thrash but Marik's hold was too tight, and Calendae would not answer any of her shrieking calls for help. No one answered them. She was taken away out the doors, watching as TombRobber turned back to his counterpart evilly.
Ann should have put up some sort of fight, not walk out like a soar loser. Idiot! Why didn't she do something?! No point in being angry now, other things at hand, most likely the fact the ice-cream truck freezer was not killing her fast enough, and she had no other means in which to do it herself. She couldn't scream or retort in any foul language of the sort since they gagged her as well as had her hands and feet bound with some sort of rope, which seemed unbreakable since it looked to be shadow-realm material. She wondered why they didn't kill her in the club. No one answered her question. Ann sighed and let her head bob down in defeat, trying not to think about it anymore for she'd probably start weeping. She was caught. Kakra was going to get her prize.
It was time to face the music.
BookDragon: "Short I know. Had a busy day."