The speeding jeep bumped roughly over what seemed to be boulders in their path, jolting Jacob in his seat. He hissed between his teeth to let out some of the pain in his head, but even that little effort afflicted him with discomfort. I want out. I want to get out of here! He knew, however, that he would never get out of this situation by himself. Not with all the big, mean men all around him telling him what to do. He wanted to cry, but didn't allow himself. He wanted to scream and yell, but didn't indulge himself. The only way to get through this, he told himself, was to be calm. Be calm and do what? He began to try to think of a way to get himself out of there, contrary to his previous beliefs of not being able to do such a thing by himself. Now that he took a deep breath and actually thought, he remembered seeing movies about his kind of thing. Some kid would be kid-napped, by some guy or guys throwing him in a van and driving off. Not very different from his situation actually. He had no idea of how he got in the jeep, but that didn't really make a difference. The kids rarely knew how they got into the vans in the movies either. He stopped thinking about how he got in the jeep, and thought back to the movies. After the kids were pushed into the vans they were driven to some location and blindfolded so they didn't know where they were. Which is also what happened to me. Then they were taken out of the van, and walked into a house, or something like it, until they could be ransomed for some insane amount of money. Jacob nodded to himself. So they want money! Ok Jake, think. If they follow the movies like they've been doing, then they should stop soon, and walk me into some house where they will try to ransom me. That'll be my chance! I'll run away as fast as I can, and they won't be able to stop me!
Good. Now he had a plan. This simple fact helped to take away some of the panic that he initially felt, and now all he had to do was wait.
Forty five minutes later, Jacob was close to bursting with anticipation. He was sweating profusely in the confines of the tight spot that he was in. Through the dark sheen of the goggles that he was wearing, he could just make out the man pointing to something past the windshield. Then, feeling the car beginning to slow down, he felt his heart begin to beat wildly. This was the time. Legs muscles tense, the little boy concentrated to release his optic blast if he needed to.
"Hey what's that!" The man in the front seat yelled out these words as if he already knew the answer to them.
A moment later Jacob was thrown forward into the back of the seat in front of him by a huge impact that had obviously affected the entire jeep. He looked up to see the glass that had previously been the windshield was now shattered and cracked in many places. The two men sitting in the front seat were slumped over the dashboard and moaning softly. Unconscious…what in the world….
For the first time in the entire trip, Jacob was able to see outside. They were in an isolated place, as far as he could tell, and it was still night time. He could barely make out anything else through his dark goggles, but he could still hear….
The sound of cars rumbling or crashing to stops was filling the previous silence, and Jacob realized that he was not alone in this trip. He was part of a convoy. Jacob's face wrinkled with deep thought. He had to get out of here. It was passed time now…with some effort, he let loose a rush of energy from his eyes, expecting it to blast through the goggles and part of the car. Instead, he found that he was staring, for a split second, at the blue energy itself. It retracted back into him…inducing a feeling he had never felt before. The goggles. So he couldn't use his power. The emotion received when someone looses control over something flooded through Jacob in the mortifying seconds that came next.
The sharp, beating sound of rapid gunfire came ripping through the air to Jacob's ears. He heard the sound of men screaming, barking commands, and also very peculiar sounds…one of which that was the very same noise that was made when he shot an optic blast. What could that be? As he wondered what the answer to this question was, he heard the weirdest sound of all. This time it came from directly next to him on his right: bamf!
"Ah!" Jacob exclaimed as he whipped his head to the right to see what had caused all the blue smoke…and met the eyes of what he thought was one of the ugliest things he had ever seen in his life.
"Guten Tag!" Said the thing in a very German accent, and Jacob was too paralyzed to respond as it wrapped its arms around him and disappeared in another cloud of smoke, leaving the scent of sulfur and brimstone to sink in to the interior of the previously occupied jeep.