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KEVIN'S POV
I'm lying down on something soft. How did I get here? I don't open my eyes because there is a slight pain when I do. The last thing I remember is trying to kick a gun away from some guy. The guy! He must be why I am here!
But if he's the type of guy who would pull a gun on me, how come I'm lying on something really soft. I'm sure that guy, wouldn't have been nice enough to give me something soft.
I tried to sit up but a jolt of pain shot through my head and I lay quickly back down. The next thing knew pair of gentle hands were helping me lean against the wall, with the soft thing still behind me.
Curious, I opened my eyes and couldn't believe what I saw. It's a girl; I think she must be an angel. She has dark eyes and long blonde hair framing her face. Her clothes are tarnished and dirty and cloth has been torn off the bottom of her shirt so that now it is slightly above her midriff.
She didn't see me staring at her though, for she was looking at the wall for some reason. I reached out to see if she was real. When I touched her arm she jumped, turning her head to face me. She had a small smile on her face. "You're finally awake." She finally said in a smooth melodic voice. "How are you feeling?"
"Awa-" I croaked out. I stopped to clear my throat and spoke again. "Awake?" I asked
"Yeah" she said gently," You've been unconscious for the past five days, you got in the head with something. How does it feel?"
I just stared at her amazed. Then I realized she was waiting for a response. I reached up to touch my head, and found a piece of cloth tied around it.
"I feel okay, I guess." I said slowly, looking around the desolate cement room. I realized it was the basement, as my eyes explored the crack on the other wall. She must have seen me looking around because she spoke,
"Ya, I have no clue where we are. Probably in a cellar of some kind." she spoke with saddened words.
I noticed her sad tone. For the first time I looked carefully at the girl. She obviously hadn't taken a shower for a while, though I shouldn't be one to talk. Her clothes were covered with dust and dirt smears. Her hair obviously hadn't been combed for a while, her nails were chipped, and she had bruises on her arms and legs.
"I do." I said carefully, watching for her reaction.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "You do?!" she asked, astonished, seeming to shocked for words.
"Ya," I said to her, "this is my house."
The girls surprised expression changed as quickly as it had come. She now wore a confused expression, and opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.
"I left a while ago, to go on a trip to my Mom's house. I ended up staying for a few years." I said calmly thinking I had better explain. "I came back and found a bunch of people here. Some guy pulled a gun on me and that's the last thing I remember."
The girl sneered. "So you met Jason." She said, more of a statement than a question.
"Jason?", I asked confused.
"Jason", the girl repeated, " he's the head of the little operation they've got going on here. I don't know what it is, but my guess is that it's majorly illegal."
"Well, that would explain why he didn't want me here, yet wouldn't let me leave either." I stated dryly.
The girl just smiled meekly.
"I'm Kevin", I announced suddenly. If we were stuck here for a while I might as well let her know who I am.
"Lizzie." The girl replied, "Lizzie Mcguire."
Mcguire, I thought. Why did that sound so familiar? Lizzie Mcguire.. I had heard it somewhere before hadn't I? But where?
"Well Lizzie I told you how I got here.what about you?" I asked gently.
"I.I.I." her voice faltered, "I don't remember."
"You don't remember?" I repeated, confused. I would think that she would remember something like that for the rest of her life.
"I do know some stuff Nick told me though, but it's not much." she said after a long pause. "He told me that, I had been given some kind of pill so I wouldn't remember anything about the last few days they took me.he also told me that I was here because Jason thought I knew too much."
Seeing me still looking at her, she continued, " That's another thing that makes me think they have an illegal operation going on here."
I nodded slowly. " So, you were kidnapped, because they think you know too much about their little 'operation'. I pondered.
Lizzie just nodded.
"Who's Nick?" I asked, "More scum like that Jason guy?"
"No," Lizzie shook her head sadly. "Nick is Jason's sidekick person, but he's not helping Jason willingly."
I just looked at her, confused again.
"I think Jason has something on Nick or has threatened him in some way." She continued in a thoughtful voice. "If it weren't for Nick, we would probably both be dead right now."
Suddenly loud, close together footsteps echoed through the door. Lizzie's eyes widened. She pushed to the floor, hard.
"Ow!", I cried out, "What the-"
"Shut up!" Lizzie hissed, "Just pretend your still unconscious!"
She ran to the other side of the room and pretended to be asleep, just as scraping sounds were heard on the other side of the door. A few seconds later, the door was flung open, and the sound of heavy boots stepped through.
The boots walked over to were Lizzie was lying, and I winced as I heard the sound of them connecting with Lizzie's back.
"Hey girlie", a voice sneered.
I distinctly remembered that voice. The guy with the gun.. Jason! Oh God Lizzie!
Lizzie faking sleepiness slowly sat up. I could feel her apprehension from across the room.
"Jason, what a pleasant surprise", she said, her voice brimming with sarcasm.
"Oh shut up girlie", he hollered, with another kick, this time to her leg. "I came again to check an' make sure you don' member nuthin'".
"I don't remember!" Lizzie hollered right back; "I thought we went through this yesterday!"
"So, girlie still has that loud mouth of hers, huh?" he said in a low voice, "we'll just have to break her of that, now won't we?".
The last thing I heard the sickening thud of something coming together with something, and the boots stomped off through the steel door.
Worried, I slowly sat up and managed to somehow make my way over to Lizzie. She ways lying on the floor, her head facing the wall.
"Lizzie?" I said quietly.
"Lizzie?" I asked in a louder voice, shaking her a little. "Lizzie!"
"You should be resting your head, go back to your pillow." Came the blunt reply.
"Lizzie is you okay?" I asked gently.
"I am fine, go back to your pillow and rest!" she insisted.
Annoyed, I raised my voice slightly, "Lizzie! I wish you would look at me while you talk! I want to know if you are ok!"
Lizzie gave a small, disgusted laugh. You want me to look at you while I talk?" she slowly sat up, still facing the wall. "I can handle myself!" she claimed, her voice cracking slightly.
Slowly she turned around, the look on her face looked as if she were saying, is this what you wanted? You happy now? " I can take care of myself, she whispered, this time sounding not quite so sure.
"Oh my god.Lizzie!" I managed to gasp.
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KEVIN'S POV
I'm lying down on something soft. How did I get here? I don't open my eyes because there is a slight pain when I do. The last thing I remember is trying to kick a gun away from some guy. The guy! He must be why I am here!
But if he's the type of guy who would pull a gun on me, how come I'm lying on something really soft. I'm sure that guy, wouldn't have been nice enough to give me something soft.
I tried to sit up but a jolt of pain shot through my head and I lay quickly back down. The next thing knew pair of gentle hands were helping me lean against the wall, with the soft thing still behind me.
Curious, I opened my eyes and couldn't believe what I saw. It's a girl; I think she must be an angel. She has dark eyes and long blonde hair framing her face. Her clothes are tarnished and dirty and cloth has been torn off the bottom of her shirt so that now it is slightly above her midriff.
She didn't see me staring at her though, for she was looking at the wall for some reason. I reached out to see if she was real. When I touched her arm she jumped, turning her head to face me. She had a small smile on her face. "You're finally awake." She finally said in a smooth melodic voice. "How are you feeling?"
"Awa-" I croaked out. I stopped to clear my throat and spoke again. "Awake?" I asked
"Yeah" she said gently," You've been unconscious for the past five days, you got in the head with something. How does it feel?"
I just stared at her amazed. Then I realized she was waiting for a response. I reached up to touch my head, and found a piece of cloth tied around it.
"I feel okay, I guess." I said slowly, looking around the desolate cement room. I realized it was the basement, as my eyes explored the crack on the other wall. She must have seen me looking around because she spoke,
"Ya, I have no clue where we are. Probably in a cellar of some kind." she spoke with saddened words.
I noticed her sad tone. For the first time I looked carefully at the girl. She obviously hadn't taken a shower for a while, though I shouldn't be one to talk. Her clothes were covered with dust and dirt smears. Her hair obviously hadn't been combed for a while, her nails were chipped, and she had bruises on her arms and legs.
"I do." I said carefully, watching for her reaction.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "You do?!" she asked, astonished, seeming to shocked for words.
"Ya," I said to her, "this is my house."
The girls surprised expression changed as quickly as it had come. She now wore a confused expression, and opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.
"I left a while ago, to go on a trip to my Mom's house. I ended up staying for a few years." I said calmly thinking I had better explain. "I came back and found a bunch of people here. Some guy pulled a gun on me and that's the last thing I remember."
The girl sneered. "So you met Jason." She said, more of a statement than a question.
"Jason?", I asked confused.
"Jason", the girl repeated, " he's the head of the little operation they've got going on here. I don't know what it is, but my guess is that it's majorly illegal."
"Well, that would explain why he didn't want me here, yet wouldn't let me leave either." I stated dryly.
The girl just smiled meekly.
"I'm Kevin", I announced suddenly. If we were stuck here for a while I might as well let her know who I am.
"Lizzie." The girl replied, "Lizzie Mcguire."
Mcguire, I thought. Why did that sound so familiar? Lizzie Mcguire.. I had heard it somewhere before hadn't I? But where?
"Well Lizzie I told you how I got here.what about you?" I asked gently.
"I.I.I." her voice faltered, "I don't remember."
"You don't remember?" I repeated, confused. I would think that she would remember something like that for the rest of her life.
"I do know some stuff Nick told me though, but it's not much." she said after a long pause. "He told me that, I had been given some kind of pill so I wouldn't remember anything about the last few days they took me.he also told me that I was here because Jason thought I knew too much."
Seeing me still looking at her, she continued, " That's another thing that makes me think they have an illegal operation going on here."
I nodded slowly. " So, you were kidnapped, because they think you know too much about their little 'operation'. I pondered.
Lizzie just nodded.
"Who's Nick?" I asked, "More scum like that Jason guy?"
"No," Lizzie shook her head sadly. "Nick is Jason's sidekick person, but he's not helping Jason willingly."
I just looked at her, confused again.
"I think Jason has something on Nick or has threatened him in some way." She continued in a thoughtful voice. "If it weren't for Nick, we would probably both be dead right now."
Suddenly loud, close together footsteps echoed through the door. Lizzie's eyes widened. She pushed to the floor, hard.
"Ow!", I cried out, "What the-"
"Shut up!" Lizzie hissed, "Just pretend your still unconscious!"
She ran to the other side of the room and pretended to be asleep, just as scraping sounds were heard on the other side of the door. A few seconds later, the door was flung open, and the sound of heavy boots stepped through.
The boots walked over to were Lizzie was lying, and I winced as I heard the sound of them connecting with Lizzie's back.
"Hey girlie", a voice sneered.
I distinctly remembered that voice. The guy with the gun.. Jason! Oh God Lizzie!
Lizzie faking sleepiness slowly sat up. I could feel her apprehension from across the room.
"Jason, what a pleasant surprise", she said, her voice brimming with sarcasm.
"Oh shut up girlie", he hollered, with another kick, this time to her leg. "I came again to check an' make sure you don' member nuthin'".
"I don't remember!" Lizzie hollered right back; "I thought we went through this yesterday!"
"So, girlie still has that loud mouth of hers, huh?" he said in a low voice, "we'll just have to break her of that, now won't we?".
The last thing I heard the sickening thud of something coming together with something, and the boots stomped off through the steel door.
Worried, I slowly sat up and managed to somehow make my way over to Lizzie. She ways lying on the floor, her head facing the wall.
"Lizzie?" I said quietly.
"Lizzie?" I asked in a louder voice, shaking her a little. "Lizzie!"
"You should be resting your head, go back to your pillow." Came the blunt reply.
"Lizzie is you okay?" I asked gently.
"I am fine, go back to your pillow and rest!" she insisted.
Annoyed, I raised my voice slightly, "Lizzie! I wish you would look at me while you talk! I want to know if you are ok!"
Lizzie gave a small, disgusted laugh. You want me to look at you while I talk?" she slowly sat up, still facing the wall. "I can handle myself!" she claimed, her voice cracking slightly.
Slowly she turned around, the look on her face looked as if she were saying, is this what you wanted? You happy now? " I can take care of myself, she whispered, this time sounding not quite so sure.
"Oh my god.Lizzie!" I managed to gasp.