I don't own it.
Frank was down, but not out. There are four men in the room, as far as I can tell. We were outnumbered. "Frank!" I called, fighting the urge to cough again. Stupid pneumonia. "You take those ones, 'kay?"
I got to my feet, trying mys best not to betray how weak I was. As far as these goons knew, I was in top form. I lunged for the nearest one. And nearly tripped.
Okay, no more lunging. I decided to stand my ground. Plant the feet, let them come to you.
My plan was working. One guy came right at me, fists in front of his chest. I couldn't believe that none of these guys had weapons! He aimed right for my chest-a big round swing.
See the thing about round swings is that you can always step right into them if you're fast enough. The problem was, I didn't know if I was fast enough or not. A week ago I would have been.
But it's always worth a shot, right?
So I took my shot, and I missed nothing else to say about it. Okay, there's one more thing to say about it.
I got clobbered on the back of my head, right on the neck. I knew I was out, and I didn't fight it. Not because I didn't want to-I wanted to more then anything in the world. I just couldn't.
The last thing I remember before I went out was frank fighting all four guys at once. That's my brother, never goes out without a fight.
The worst thing about getting clobbered during an obvious kidnapping was not knowing if you'd ever wake up again. But the second worst thing is not knowing were you were when you did wake up, or how long you've been out.
Luckily, I did wake up again. In the back seat of a car, tied hand and foot, a gag in my mouth. Okay, so I was pretty bad off, but I wasn't dead. That was something, right? I turned my head as much I could to see Frank lying beside me. A long, nasty looking gash on his forehead. That had to hurt.
"Frank?" I nudged him with my foot, he rolled over and groaned a bit. I knew that fighting four guys at once must not have been easy, but I needed Frank right now. We had to get out of this.
Finally, my brother opened his eyes, and I breathed out a sigh of relief. "I thought you were down for the count!" I exclaimed, more happy then I've ever been in my life at being wrong.
"Untie my hands," he whispered, rolling over. I felt around with my hands until I found the know. I ran my hands over it. A simple sheet knot. I could untie these in my sleep.
Just as I was about to set to work, though, the car came to a shuddering stop. Frank turned his face towards me, and I could see a look of confused worry etched in every line of his face.
The window of opportunity was gone. We were in the hands of kidnappers.
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