Hi! I've returned! ::runs from flying things:: Um anyway! I wrote this a few days ago and I was wondering if I should continue with it. I've gotten some positive feedback from some of my other friends and I was wondering what you people thought. ^_^ Please tell me what you think.... but no flames. If its constructive criticism, then I'll accept it. ^_^ Okay? Thanks!!!!!
The cloth was bitter tasting. It sat there, rolled up into a ball-like figure, claiming every crevice. His tongue moved against it, trying to budge the mass from its position, but it was a losing battle. Pushing it out of his mouth would have worked, that is, if they hadn't sealed his lips with duct tape.
Struggling did nothing. His hands were chained together with simple metal handcuffs, reinforced with ten layers of electrical and duct tape around his wrists. His ankles were bound in the same way, only without the cuffs. Grunting, he tried to roll over, but did not get anywhere. The kidnappers were kind enough to run a heavy chain between his wrists and his ankles that connected the bonds together and prevented him from getting up. His body ached. This position was painful, for his legs were bent in a kneeling pose, and his arms were taught behind his back. He was lying on his side, staring at the musty concrete wall that faced him. Grunting as he struggled again, he bit into the acrid gag and closed his eyes, trying to remember what had happened.
His captors were smart. Smashing a pipe against the back of his head gave them their advantage. Once he had fallen forward, they leapt upon him before he had a chance to recover. One of them had stuffed his mouth with the dirty cloth while his partner tended to binding his arms. He tried to fight back, but with his wrists bound, he could not swing a punch at either of them. The man who had handcuffed him slid down to sit on his legs, pinning them from kicking. The man's partner stuffed the cloth further down his throat, waited for the gagging response, and then promptly held his head down to tape his mouth shut. He then tossed the roll of binding tape to his partner, who began to tape the struggling feet together.
He groaned into the sour gag. Now he knew why his head hurt. The dried blood on the back of his head had dried to a crusty clot, gluing some of his black hair down. Grunting again, he tried to move, hopefully to loosen some of the bonds. A loud scratching noise startled him. Turning his head, he looked toward the rusted door. One of the men entered the empty room, walking toward him, at a quickened pace. The man reached behind his back to pull out a gleaming handgun from his pants, loudly cocked it, and aimed it downward at the captive. His crimson eyes widened, and then closed. He trembled slightly.
Shadow was going to die.
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