"Bosco...Boscorelli? Wake up! I have some news for you." The captor yelled at Bosco's face. (I'm going to call The Captor, Cap for now until I reveal his real name. I'm getting kind of tired writing The Captor all the time.)
An unconscious Bosco finally started to stir. He slowly opened his eyes, trying to blink away the blood and sweat that still hadn't dried. Bosco surveyed the room. It was larger than the rest. A group of kids, no teacher this time, huddled in a corner. They looked like they where in junior high. Cap was sitting at the teacher's desk, his feet up on the table. Bosco tried to bring his hand up to his forehead, but found out that they where handcuffed behind him, to the chair.
"What do you want?" Bosco asked and was surprised that it came out in a hoarse whisper instead of the snarl he wanted it to.
"Yokas has arrived. Wow, was she in shock when she saw you. I wished I had taken a picture. It was really worth a thousand words. She almost got her and her pals killed. Gutsy girl she is."
"Amazing, you're finally right about something."
"Am I now? What a surprise. I know more than a dumb street cop!" Cap pushed against the desk away violently and stormed out of the room.
Bosco sighed a relief, and tried to relax. He tried to slide his hand through one of the cuffs, but it was on too tight. Soon the metal started to rip at his skin and he gave up, for now. He turned to look at the kids. They were so scared.
"Hey! Hey kids." Bosco whispered.
A few of them looked up at him then took quick glances around to see if Cap came back. "Who are you?"
"I'm a cop. NYPD. Will you stop worrying, please? My partners, the whole precinct just about, is outside, ready to come in. They won't give up on us."
"Really? They're out there now? Then why aren't they coming in?" A girl asked.
"They don't want someone else to end up in the same position as me."
"How did you get caught?" A boy asked curiously.
"I tried to rescue people. I lost these guys over twenty of you."
"What grade?" one of them asked sitting up.
"I have no clue, they were younger though. It was the first room on the right when you walk in."
A few kids gasped in shock, "My sister! My brother!" was gasped from many different kids. Then "Thanks for getting them out!"
Bosco nodded his head the best he could without getting major pain. The kids then started to bombard him with questions, and the one that he knew would always stick in his mind was, "Do you ever get scared?"
And he said, "Always."
Cap burst into the room after he was told that talking was heard coming from it in hushed tones. He knew one of those spoiled brats had a phone, why he didn't check in the first place, he didn't know. In he walked and saw the cop talking to the class of kids who listened to him intently. "Where is it?" He snarled.
"Where's what?" Bosco asked sarcastically.
"The cell phone. I knew one of those brats had one!" Cap walked towards the kids, but froze as Bosco started to talk.
"No! None of them have one...but I do." Bosco hung his head, "Front pocket."
Cap smiled evilly as he roughly grabbed the cell from Bosco's pocket. He took the phone and threw it at the wall shattering it into millions of tiny pieces. "I swear, you don't register anything I say. You just get dumber and dumber as the minutes pass." Cap shook his head and started to walk out of the room, then he hesitated, grabbed his gun and hit Bosco across the face. He smiled and left the room, the kids starting to whimper once again.
Bosco fell unconscious almost immediately. But before he blacked out the question shot through his head, "Do you ever get scared?"
And he said, "Always."
