(Y/N pov.)
I had been thrown into a room the bag long been removed and instead I had been tied down to a chair. I don't know where the blonde girl is and only hope the best for her. The silence was getting to be really unbearable but soon a male walks in. He had the owl mask on.
"Alright to get this over with. Answer these questions and no harm comes in you don't answer then we'll kill you." The male says as I nod my head the pig man and the bird guy stood behind him guns in hand in case I tried something funny.
"What's your name?" He asks.
"Y/N," I say.
"Okay Y/N, how much money is in your bank account?" He asks. I sit there thinking for a second. I could hear the guy cocking his gun.
"If my paycheck came in nearly four thousand," I say as he nods.
"Alright, that's all I need to know anyone else?" He asks.
"Yeah, do you know the other girl?" The pig man asks.
"No, never seen her before in my life," I say truthfully they soon leave me and I stay there tied down to the chair waiting for something, anything. I could hear a loud gunshot and a high pitched screech that soon died away. I was worried 'what if they kill me as well?'
"Okay, move her and that other girl to the room." A male's voice sounds from outside the room, and soon enough a very brightly lit hallway light floods this room as the man in the monkey mask enters my room. He yanks at the knots on the back of my arms and soon my legs. I could make a run for it. And as soon as my legs were free I took that chance I shot up as fast as my legs would allow but I hadn't intended on how jello like they would feel from being tied down for so long I had face planted and ate a face full of concrete. There was a laughing from behind me as the man grabbed my arm holding my steady.
"Did nobody tell you that sitting in one place for a long period of time plus having your legs tied up causes them to sleep?" The man says as I just let out a long sigh.
"No, I never thought that kidnapping was a subject I needed to learn." I snapped harshly and the man soon stopped his laughing to roll his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah whatever let's go." He says as he pushes me along, my legs barely wanting to move let alone keep up with the strides he was taking. Once he had finally stopped my legs nearly buckled under me. The door in front of us was white, the painting was chipped off and once the door was opened two small beds came to view. I could see the blonde girl again her curls were less curly, her back to us as she laid on the bed her breathing looked quite alright, maybe she was sleeping. Once I was in the room the door was shut and what sounded to be locked behind me.
"Hey, you okay?" I ask softly making my way to the girl. She had the thin sheet wrapped around her bodice.
"Yeah." She says her voice sounded rough.
"I never caught your name by the way," I say as she finally turned to me. I could see a bruise forming on the side of her face, must have been when they hit her head.
"It's Brittany." She says. (Sorry if your name is Brittany) I nod my head as she pulls the sheet up with her when she sits up.
"So you were taking too. From the same bank, where you planning a getaway like me? Or just putting money in the bank." The girl asks.
"I was planning on having a day for myself. Ya know? Just go out buy some new stuff and maybe enjoy a nice lunch." I say.
"Seems we both got screwed, man the one day," She says laughing, "The day I finally go to the bank."
"I'm sorry this happened to you. But I mean you aren't alone here." I say she nods her head.
"Yeah, that's true." She says.
"I have a question if you don't mind answering," I say.
'Ask away." She says.
"Where you the one who screamed earlier after the gunshot?" I ask and her face dropped.
"Yeah. It was me. I wouldn't answer their stupid questions." She says pulling the sheet to the side to show me her leg that was tightly wrapped in what must have been her over shirt.
"Dear lord, so they weren't joking about actually killing me," I say as I couldn't peel my eyes away from her leg.
"There the biggest deadliest gang in Los Santo's you think there gonna care if they kill off two girls?" She says blatantly. I took a sharp inhale before nodding my head.
"How old are you exactly?" I ask simply.
"I'm only 20 years of age. I mean yeah I guess its young but I wasn't exactly the happy go, lucky kid. What about you?" Brittany says.
"I'm nearly 22," I say proudly, but I realize I'm the oldest.
"Not much older than me," Brittany says laughing.
"Do you think we'll get out of here," I ask but was met with Brittany laughing.
"Don't kid yourself. We'll be dead before we know it." She says bluntly.
(Hope you enjoyed, unless you didn't I'm sorry. I'm trying to get past the awkward beginning stages.)