The smell of rain hung in the air. It was already late in the afternoon; Jimmy and Cindy had been hostages for only a short while, but they were both growing tired of the whole ordeal.
They now sat in a small basement. Patrick had blindfolded them on the way there, so they had no idea where they were at. They sat in chairs opposite each other, both bound and gagged.
Patrick had left them a few hours earlier, and they were sitting in silence. Their gags weren't the only things keeping them from speaking. Cindy's earlier act of not wanting to give away her pearl had brought up some new issues that neither were ready to discuss. Cindy knew that they would eventually have to talk about it, but now the gags were a good excuse.
The whirring of the overhead fan hovering above them was the only sound to be heard. Eventually, it began to grow louded and louder, at least to their ears.
Jimmy began working to undo his gag from his mouth. In a matter of minutes he was free to talk, but decided to wait until Cindy was free to talk. That would give her the opportunity to start the conversation if she liked. If she didn't want to talk about it, then he wouldn't either.
Cindy did talk first.
"So, Neutron, what do you plan on doing now?" she asked, breathless from struggling with her gag.
"I'm not sure exactly. I have some sort of a plan in mind, but I haven't exactly worked out the details." said Jimmy, in reply.
For a few moments, they sat in silence once more, but then Cindy spoke.
"Look, Jimmy..."she started. Jimmy looked up and attemted to turn towards her , but he was still bound to the chair. Instead he settled on listening intenly. "I just wanted to say thanks." she finished.
"For what?" asked Jimmy, utterly confused.
"For you know, staying with me. The truth is, I'd be scared right now if it weren't for you being here." she said.
Jimmy was glad that Cindy couldn't see his face, for his eyes grew big, and then he spoke.
"No problem. Can I ask you a question, Cindy?" he said, hopefully.
"Um, sure..." she replied, unsure of what he was going to ask.
"When the gunman asked you to put your necklace in the bag, why were you so reluctant to give it up?" he asked, although he already had a good idea.
Cindy thought for a moment about whether or not she should tell Jimmy the truth. Finally, she decided that it was time.
As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, Patrick burst into the room, gun in hand, friend trailing behind.
"Hello, enjoying your stay?" he asked, almost cheerily.
"Not really, seeing that we're bound to a chair!" said Cindy, who was angry that she had been intterupted in the middle of a ground breaking moment.
"Listen, missy, I do have two hostages, and it wouldn't matter if I got rid of one of you...so I suggest you shut your mouth." he said.
"Why don't you teach her a lesson." said Patrick's friend, who was a mousy looking man in his early teens.
"You're right, Rhett. This blonde has been giving me cheek since I first met her." he said.
Patrick moved towars Cindy at fast speeds; she felt her heart pounding faster and faster.
Gun in hand, he grabbed Cindy from the chair, ripping the ropes off of her and holing her by her hair.
Jimmy, who was facing the scene knew that he had to do something. If he didn't then Cindy could be hurt, or worse.
With all the strength he could muster, Jimmy pulled on his bonds, breaking them free, and lept from the chair with great agility.
Cindy felt the cold tip of the gun against her temple. She though she was going to die.
Jimmy, whom wasn't much smaller than Patrick attempted to grab the gun for his hand.
Cindy ran from the two young men, and steadied herself in the corner.
Both Patrick and Jimmy wanted the gun in their control. Only one wanted it more. With a great heave, Jimmy pulled on the gun ,but in the wrong spot. A shot sounded from the scene and Jimmy fell to the ground with a weak moan.
Drama, I know, but this is a dramatic story, more to come soon. Please review.