thoughts

Over the last few days, I was debating whether to continue this story or not. It seemed a little boring. But since I started it, I might as well finish it. Most likely I won't. ;)

Anyways, on with the story...

On my fifty-seventh 'what to do?', the bed stirred again. About time, I thought. A yawn escaped from the person or thing next to me. A rather huge one. The person's jaw cracked. Lovely. I learned that big yawns weren't reassuring.

I decided to think of my captor as a person. Male. A beasty captor just won't do with me. And I hardly think that women cracked their jaws while yawning. Since his face was still unknown to me, my guesses weren't corrected.

The bed shifted. Obviously, he had gotten up. I heard his steps thump slowly away from me. But the light remained off.

I stilled myself, waiting for an "Oof!" or "Ow!" from him. I mean, if it was this dark, you're bound to bump into something, right? It'll be satisfying to hear a captor hurt himself.

No bump.No thuds either. All I heard was his steps getting fainter and fainter.

I sat on the covers, stunned. What was wrong with this guy? Did he cat eyes or something? It was pitch black for heaven's sake! And I seriously doubted that he knew the contents of every square inch of his room.

The footsteps were coming back.

I blinked.

He was done already? The steps stopped. Seems like he noticed me. Oh well, might as well introduce myself. I got up from my position on the bed gingerly.

"Ittaizentai?"

I froze. What did he just say? Ittai-what?

"Nanimono..." the voice faltered.

I stood up. That definitely wasn't English.

My brain racked. Great. I was captive in an unknown place that was black all around, didn't know who or what my captor was and found out that my captor doesn't speak English.

I hated my luck.

Still, it doesn't hurt to try. I cleared my throat.

"Do-you-understand-Eenggllisish?" I asked slowly, emphasizing the last word.

No one answered.

Oh well, it was worth a shot.

After a few seconds, I heard shuffling. Seems like he (captor) was dressing up or something. Guess he was leaving to contact his accomplices. He'll most likely leave me here and lock the door. Not that I saw any door.

Predicting this, I sat down cross-legged on the floor. Apparently, the floor wasn't exactly squeaky clean. I felt books, socks, chip bags, cans and whatnot spread all over the place. It took me a few minutes to settle into a comfortable position. Might as well get used to the place.

Annoyed of the endless black that was surrounding me, I closed my eyes to calm my nerves. I had never meditated before, it always made me fidgety. But it wasn't that bad. My body seemed to sag as if being hypnotized. The feeling was quite welcoming. I prepared to slumber into this feeling. My head rolled. I felt my breathing become even and slow.

Someone hoisted me up.

"Wha!" My eyes shot open and the dreamy feeling vanished like smoke. Instantly.

It took me a few mintues to realize the position I was in. The captor was carrying me. ME. It doesn't sound like a big deal, right? I mean, someone was carrying you, yay yay yay. But that's for all you skinny, slim and well-bodied girls.

To tell you the truth, I'm not exactly light. For a 14-year-old, I am on the heavy side. A whopping 121lbs. Whoa, heavy, right?

So it is pretty reasonable to say that I was shocked. Lifting up 121lbs. is not exactly an easy task. This guy however, (now I'm definitely sure it is a male, women can't carry 121lbs. that easily, right?) could've been lifting a newspaper from a stand and you wouldn't have noticed the difference.

But why was he carrying me?

He started to move.

Maybe he was taking me to his base to torture or interrogate. Or maybe he was taking me somewhere to murder me without leaving any traces. I shuddered at the thought. He stopped.

Did he change his mind?

I felt him grabbing something while still holding me with ONE arm. He must be a real muscle metal man.

Seconds later, a blanket settled on top of me, or what felt like a blanket. (It was still midnight black.) His hand ran along the edges, tucking the cover at the sides under me.

Well, he was certainly caring for a kidnapper. But I wasn't cold. Why did he get a blanket?

Helloooo. You shuddered. Most people shudder when they're cold. He thought you were cold, idiot.

Oh yeah, right.

After securely wrapping the blanket around me, he started to move. Out of curiousity, I decided to ask about the whereaboutsof our destination. But before I was able to voice a word, he hopped up onto something and a second later, plunged straight down at an incredible speed. My stomach lurched as I felt the altitude dropping rapidly. It seemed as if we were falling into an abyss. Thankfully, the captor landed with a "thump!" onto something solid before I emptied my stomach onto his clothes.

Unfortunately, before I was able to clear my head, the captor began to sprint and jump to what it seemed to be all over the place. My sense of direction whirled about me uselessly as the captor sprung from one place to another with great agility. To me, it seemed as if I was on the wildest roller coaster ride while being blindfolded.

He kept on hopping like a frog for 15 minutes. By that time, I felt nauseuos and sickeningly dizzy. If the blanket wasn't wrapped around me, I would've clenched my head to steady the swirling thoughts.

I'm gonna be sick in 2 seconds.

2...

1..

He stopped.

Loosening the cover gently, he lowered me to my feet. I collapsed. It took all the will I could muster to keep digested matter coming through my throat. I gagged and heaved. Crouching on all fours, I shut my eyes and eased my pounding chest. As the pounding declined to a sluggish throb, a hand settled on my shoulder.

I shook it off violently. It was jerked back, probably from surprise. After taking a few deep breaths, I staggered to my feet and grimaced as I felt my surroundings swirling again.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I waited for the naseous feeling to disappear. My stirring stomach decided to rest for awhile.

Whewwww...

I opened my eyes. It was still as black as ink. Damn, did this city have dead people or something? Where were the freakin' lights?

A hand nudged me by the shoulder. Probably my captor. He nudged me harder.

I guess I had to go forward.

Taking hesitant steps, I stretched my hand in front of me, feeling for any obstacle. Unlike the guy who was behind me seemed to possess, I did not have owl eyes.

A short walk soon led us to a tower. Or what I thought was a building of some sort since my hand felt cool stone. The climate wasn't hot or cold. Maybe a little windy, but not much else. During the walk, I tripped numerous times, thanks to the eternal darkness that was everywhere. I occasionally heard voices speaking to one another, but I couldn't see anyone. My captor himself seemed to remain silent and unresponsive.

Brushing my hands across the smooth stone, I searched for an entryway. Just feeling the coolness of the walls calmed my nerves. It also gave me a burst of something that I did not have for a long time; confidence.

Taking hold of my arm, my "guide" pulled me into the direction that he wanted to go. I followed obediently, something that I did not do often. Once we were inside, my captor halted and spoke to someone in his language. Hearing the words "Arigatou" and the suffix "-san", I definitely knew that they were speaking Japanese. Well, at least I wasn't on a deserted island with a bizarre culture.

Having finished their conversation, my captor once again pulled me by the arm. We started to go up by stairs. The progress was agonizingly slow, since I stumbled and slipped every five seconds. I gritted my teeth, cursing the blasted place for not having any lights. The man beside me however, didn't seem impatient at all. Most unusual.

About half an hour later, the unending staircase finally stopped. God, we had only climbed to reach our destination and I was exhausted. I couldn't imagine what was going to happen AT our destination.

The man led me to...somewhere. Unfortunately, this place was as dark as everywhere else. I sighed. Looks like my chances of seeing light were quite slim. He (my captor) stopped. Not knowing this, I continued walking, only to bang my head at a wall. Or was it a door?

Grinding my teeth for the second time, I slapped my forehead with an open hand to numb the pain. How I hated this place.

Someone chuckled. Whirling around, I began to punch anyplace that was within my reach. I hated, hated, hated this! UGHH!

My fists only met the air.

What's the point? I asked myself exasperatedly. Might as well try to find a needle in a haystack blindfolded.

A smart knock interrupted my thoughts. A few seconds later, a

"Saa oite." grumbled from someplace.

Oh, so I had banged my head on a door. The hinges creaked. Must be pretty old doors. Don't they oil things around here? Grabbing me by the arm again, my captor led me into what I supposed was the room. The doors whined shut.

As soon as I entered the room, the feeling of warmth was present everywhere, as if the whole place was basking in sunlight. I welcomed the feeling with open arms. The darkness had made everything feel cold and isolated. Something that I did not enjoy feeling.

Muffled voices were having a talk. I recognized my captor's voice, lazy and stern at the same time. A deeper gruff came from my left, must be an old cranky man. The third voice startled me. It was feminine. Who ever heard of a female kidnapper? That was a first for me. I began to wonder what they were going to do to me.

There was a sigh. A shuffle of feet seemed to approaching me. I stiffened, waiting for a blow or threat.

Nothing came.

I began to relax, tensing my muscles for too long often gave me aches. Just as I was about to sigh, a rather rude finger, two fingers actually, poked me in my right eye. Naturally, I jerked away with a "What the!"

Out of nowhere (literally nowhere, since it was still dark), two strong arms pinned my own, rendering me immobile. I began to breathe sharply. So, they were going to poke my eyes out were they? Well, they'll go through hell before I even let them see my pupils.

Since my arms were useless, I clamped my eyelids shut, hoping that it was closed tight enough to not be pried open. The man behind me continued to pin my arms. I heard another sigh.

Another person was coming toward me. I could hear them. With a thump, I felt the person sit down in front of me in a rather impatient fashion. Holding my breath, I forced my eyelids to be closed tighter than ever. They started to smart from the force. I grinned inside. There was no way anyone could make me open my eyes now.

Can I ever be more wrong?

Two inhumanly strong fingers pried my eyelids open as if they were peeling a banana. Needless to say, I was shocked.

After keeping my right eye open for a few seconds, those blasted fingers opened my left eye. The person in front of me muttered. It was the female. With a heave, she lifted herself and walked away from me. I heard her plop down, probably in another seat. The man let go of my arms.

"Buraindo." I heard her say tiredly.

Burandou? Boorando? What? What was she saying? Maybe I should ask her. She might know a little English.

I cleared my throat. I cleared it again.

Oh whatever.

"Do you speak English?"

Sssiiiiillllllleeeeeennccccccccceeeeeeeeee...

Okay, guess that was a no.

The voices were murmuring to one another again. They seemed to be asking eachother questions, judging the way the voices got higher at the end of each sentence. Higher meant uncertainty or questions while lower or a constant voice meant confidence or a normal sentence.

Someone cleared their throat. Or tried to. It seemed more like a deep cough. It didn't matter. But what the person said did matter.

"Me...little...English..." Although the voice was gruff and deep, I could tell that the speaker was uncertain about speaking in another language.

I stood there, deep in thought. Well, from his first sentence, it seemed that asking questions in English was not a choice. It would only succeed in confusing everyone, most likely including me. On the other hand, the only words that I knew in Japanese were a few curse words and animals. No need for those. Insulting a captor or cursing at one unintentionally would only make my situation worse.

"You..."

I blinked. Did someone just say something? Half of my consciousness was still in deep thought, not really alert at this point.

The voice struggled, trying to find the last word. After a few minutes, he said,

"...You...blind..."

AUTHOR'S BABBLES
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