Part Two:
I opened my eyes to darkness. Oh God, I've been blinded. Before I could figure anything out, my head was suddenly struck with pain. I groaned loudly. "Ow, oh my God," I complained, moving to sit up at a glacial speed before I hit my head on something.
"Ow," I whined, falling back down to hit the back of my head on whatever I was laying on. "Ow, ow, ow!"I grabbed my head with both hands. Stars were sparkling in my eyes.
I didn't move for a while. Then I reached up and touched what I had hit my head on above me. It wasn't even an arm's length above me. It was some kind of ceiling, almost steal or something. I traveled my hand to the side of me, slowly beginning to panic, and then around. I was checking out my perimeter. The only thing I could do was roll over in this small space! Automatically, I started having problems breathing. My biggest fear was being locked in small places. This place seemed very much like a car trunk.
"Oh Jesus. Oh God! Oh no," I started gasping. Panic was scratching its way into my brain. Then I start banging my fist against the 'ceiling'. "Let me out!" I screamed in hope that someone could hear me. "Let me out right now!" More than panic showed now. I would suffocate. I would starve and dehydrate. I'd die slowly in nothing but the cold trunk of a small car.
Tears erupted from my eyes as I struggled. I punched the ceiling with my fists, ignoring the blood beginning to spill from the busted skin of my knuckles. My heart was pounding furiously in my chest. A terrified scream tore from my throat almost unwillingly.
Suddenly, a familiar voice snapped, "Calm the fuck down."
"Fuck you," I screamed, punching again. I added a kick as well.
"Calm down or I'll leave you in there," the voice threatened. Automatically, I stopped struggling. I recognized the voice as the guy that had attacked me in the haunted alley. He continued, "Now you've got to promise you won't go crazy once I open the trunk." I was right; it was a car trunk.
"I promise," I lied without remorse. The moment he would open the trunk, I planned to run as far away as possible.
Somehow, he sensed this and said, "Can't let you out, sorry. Not until you swear you won't struggle...truthfully."
Ok, fine, I'd run later. "I swear I won't," I swore truthfully… for now. After a moment of holding my breath, the trunk popped open and I quickly sat up. Someone's hand, no doubt my kidnapper, grabbed my arm with such force that from reflex I started screaming and struggling. I was dragged out from the car roughly and spilled into the cement ground of a garage. I didn't care that the cement had peeled off some skin and bruised my meat. Well, what meat I had.
"Let go of me," I screamed at the guy who still had a death grip on my arm. He shook his head in frustration and started dragging me across the garage floor and into a house. I screamed all kinds of obscenities at him, punched at his arm, and tried to grab passing things.
"You freak," I screamed at him, "You kidnapping moron!"
Suddenly, he sharply pulled me upright and shoved me back. My lower back was pressed against a table and a vase of flowers shattered on the floor. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me like the insane freak he was.
"Shut up," he yelled into my face, "Shut up right now!" Instead, I shoved his chest angrily but based on the result it was rather pitiful.
"You shut up, you jerk!"
"Ah, I should have killed you," he roared, frustrated. Then he grabbed my arm hard enough to definitely leave a bruise and started forcing me up some stairs. I stumbled on like a million steps, but he kept dragging me like I was some kind of rag doll or something. The next second, I was pushed to a door and the guy banged on it with his fist. He kept punching on it, each time making me wince, until a girl opened it herself.
"What?" she snapped, obviously displeased by the way in which she was bothered. Then she looked at me and hesitated.
"Do something about her," he said furiously, shoving me in front of him.
"What do you want me to do?" the girl asked. She also had black hair, like the moron, but had punkish blonde highlights twisted into it. Her eyes were a strong raven black, like a hole into oblivion.
"Anything, just get her out of my sight," the moron snapped. The girl grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room. Then she slammed the door shut. She shoved me to her bed and then forced me to sit down. I didn't even realize that I was shaking all over. I suddenly felt sick.
"Please, let me go," I said quietly to her. She moved a chair in front of me and sat down.
"I don't know if Daviel wants to let you go," she stated. I narrowed my eyes and thinned my lips. The girl ignored my glare and instead smiled quietly. "I'm Jestin." When I didn't say anything, she continued, "My parents were arguing on whether to call me Justin or Destiny, so they agreed on Jestin." She had to be about my age, but something about her face appeared more innocent and made her seem younger.
I didn't reply. I only crossed my arms and stared. At least I had removed my glare. There was a moment of silence before Jestin rolled her hand in a roundabout gesture saying, "And you are?"
"Nancy McChugahockey," I replied stubbornly. I planned to break out of here and run away the first chance I got. There was no way I was telling my real name to these freaks so that they could hunt me down again.
"Oh, come on. Seriously," Jestin said impatiently.
"Sorry, I meant Ellie Fartalot," I snapped, just as impatient, "Now, if you wouldn't mind, could you please show me where the bathroom is before I burst?!" Of course it was a lie. Maybe the bathroom would have a window. Jestin hesitated, but shrugged and led me to a connecting bathroom.
"Take your time," she said sweetly.
"Like I need your permission," I muttered before she said, "And if you try to kill yourself, I'll know." I shut the bathroom door shut and looked around. Wealthy, I see. I walked to the mirror, noticing the bruises on my head and arms. I winced, seeing the scrapped skin of my knuckles, palms, and elbows. No doubt my knees would look the same.
Automatically, I started looking around for a window. Unluckily enough, there were no windows. Luckily enough, there was another door. I quietly made my way to a second door. Then I held my breath before opening it. It opened into a hall; a second route to the bathroom! This was my chance!
I walked out into the hallway and shut the bathroom door. Then I started down the hallway carefully. I hadn't moved ten steps when the bathroom door was slammed open and Jestin's head appeared. "Hey," Jestin called desperately.
Run!
I nearly tripped over my feet as I did a full on sprint down the hall. Just as I reached the window at the end of the hall which would end up turning left into a hall that led to stairs, the moron appeared ahead of me.
"Daviel, she's getting away," Jestin cried out from behind me. I ran forward, making it look as if I was going to tackle this 'Daviel'. He seemed annoyed at this disruption, but just as I would have collided with him, I fell to the floor and slid across the clearing between his parted legs. I felt something like a ninja.
Just like that, I stumbled to get back up and full fledge fled down the left hallway. Hey, I was a winner and winners are too determined to be defeated...at least according to the poster on the wall of my history class. Just as the two kidnappers gained on me, I was at the stairs. I wouldn't make it to the top stairs. Thinking fast, I grabbed on to the rail and pushed myself up.
"Don't come near me or I'll jump," I yelled at Daviel and Jestin. They skidded to a stop not five feet away from me.
"Now, Ellie McChugahockey or Nancy Fartalot, there is no need for this," Jestin said in shock, somewhat amusing me.
I suppressed it and glared at her, "It's Nancy McChugahockey or Ellie Fartalot, you Jestiny idiot." Like I said, poison Ivy here has a poisonous tongue.
Daviel looked furious as proven when he shouted, "Don't even think of calling her that, you weak pathetic human."
I glared at him with just as much fury, "I'll call her whatever I want to call her, Danielle." Well it was true. Daviel sounded close enough to Danielle. Dah-vee-el. Dan-ee-el.
"That's it, I'm going to kill you," Daviel threatened rather pointedly, turning to Jestin, "I'm going to kill her." Then he started towards me and I looked at the floor, which was a long fall from second floor to first. Oh well. I closed my eyes and jumped.
Instead of feeling the pain of the floor in my face, I felt the wind being knocked out of me by a pair of arms pulling me back by my stomach with immense force. Once I was pulled back to the ground of the second floor, I started beating at the arms around my stomach.
"Let go of me," I screamed furiously, "Let go!" Instead, I was now being dragged down the hall.
"What are you doing, Dav?" Jestin asked in a clearly worried voice.
"Nothing," Daviel responded in irritation. I started elbowing his stomach and chest, now screaming on top of my lungs for him to get off of me.
"Daviel, what are you doing?" Jestin asked in a more forceful voice. Daviel slammed open a door to another room and started carrying me across.
"Let go! I'll kill you," I threatened with all of my heart, "I'll kill you! I hate you!" Suddenly, I was shoved face first into the wall, interrupting my rather dramatic and impressive tantrum. I groaned in pain as Daviel forced my hands behind my back and started binding them with something.
"What are you doing?!" Jestin cried out, exasperated.
"Go, now," Daviel yelled back at her.
"Not until-" Jestin started, but Daviel interrupted sharply, "Now!"
Jestin growled, she literally growled, and stomped out of the room.
"I hope you die a slow and painful death," I snarled at Daviel. He grabbed my now bonded hands without a worry and pulled me back. We were in front of another door. Daviel opened it to show an empty closet looking area. It was extremely small and there was no window, no light. I gulped and looked at Daviel.
"No, no, no," I backpedaled and pleaded, "Don't do it." He gave me the most sinister grin before shoving me forward into the darkness and slamming the door shut.