This chapter Sayu actually gets kidnapped and gets thrown in the same room with Tira.
Disclaimer: the usual
Slam!
Eyes wide, I searched for the source of the noise which had interrupted my sleep.
Anyone ever hear of knocking!? I couldn't help but think as I groggily sat up.
I quickly focused on the door, which had now closed once again. There appeared to be no other people in the room except for me and…a girl lying on the floor bound and gagged? Well, talk about surprises! To say the least, I was now fully awake and quickly I untied the ropes on my feet and treaded carefully to where she lay.
'Is she dead?' I wondered. The girl was pale and I could tell she was having trouble breathing.
Panic formed in my stomach, she wasn't dead was she? With trembling hands, I grasped her wrist, nervously looking for her pulse.
...
Ah! There it was. I quickly came to the conclusion she had been merely knocked out, like I had been. She was a pretty girl with creamy skin and dark wavy hair. Her face was an innocent one, but from her figure, I could tell she was older than her face proclaimed.
"Why aren't you tied up?" I jumped when I heard the voice of the guy from before. Slowly, guiltily, I turned around to meet his furious gaze.
"The… ropes weren't tied properly. So they came undone when I moved." I lied, hoping he wouldn't catch the slight twitch of my eye. I hated lying.
"Really?" the blond drawled, an amused and cruel tone danced in his voice, "So that knife over there had nothing to do with your escape?"
I turned my head to look in the direction that he pointed in. My knife was lying on the ground next to the ropes.
"…"
'Why did I leave the knife right next to the ropes?!' Panicked, I forced myself to meet his amused and cruel gaze.
"What's that on your mouth?"He spoke suddenly.
The question caught me off guard, what did I have on my face? Chocolate, of course! I lifted up my hand and rubbed at my mouth. When it came back to me, I noticed that, yes, there had been chocolate on my face. Can you say careless?
"Well Mr. Scary-Blond-Guy, it appears that your floor infected me with dirt."
Before he could say anything else, a muffled groan alerted me of the girl, who had been previously motionless, and the fact that she was now almost conscious. I carefully walked over to her, all the while looking at the blond. You never know what jumpy little blonds can do. She opened her eyes and stared at me confusedly; I smiled and helped her sit up. Her hands and feet were tied in the same way mine were. I reached for the back of her head, where I knew the knot to the gag would be.
"What are you doing?" the blond haired male sneered, taking a few steps toward us in a threatening manner.
"I'm taking off the gag." I answered, equally annoyed. The blond huffed but was obviously okay with my suggestion.
The girl groaned one final time before realising her mouth was free and began to speak. "What's going on? Where am I?"
"Are you going to do your scary kidnapper speech like you did with me, Blondie?"I mocked, and he growled, sent me an intense glare, before turning his attention to the girl, who was now sitting up and trying to remove her bounds with much failure. I quickly walked away to watch from afar.
"Hello Sayu Yagami." The blond began to speak; a triumphant smirk adorned his face. He took a bite of his chocolate bar.
"Who are you? How do you know my name?" The girl, Sayu, shakily spoke. She was obviously nervous, and I couldn't blame her, it wasn't a party, getting kidnapped.
I rolled my eyes at the typical questions that she had asked, why did all the hostages ask the same questions? I hadn't asked those questions! Did that mean I wasn't a hostage? I released a laugh; I'm acting as if I'm not a hostage myself, what a weird situation this was.
The blond glared in my direction and I could see the girl, Sayu, turn to the source of the noise which I had just created.
"I am Mello," He, Mello, took another bite out of his chocolate bar, making my stomach quench in jealousy, I really wanted some chocolate right about now, "You have been taken because we need The Notebook."
"So your name is Mello?" I asked from across the room. He ignored me and focused on Sayu who spoke softly, and made me strain to listen in. I only caught fragments so I gave up after a while. It wasn't until Mello was in front of me that I realized that Sayu was knocked out again.
"When are you going to let me go?" I asked, hope filling my insides. They had the right girl now, there was no need to keep me here any longer. Right?
'Mello smirked and said, "You aren't going anywhere."
"What!" I fumed, "Why not?"
"There is no way that I can just let you leave," Mello said darkly, "You know too much. Outside sources may get information out of you."
"I don't even know what made you kidnap me! I don't even know where we are!" I urged. It was all true; I knew nothing except for the fact that they wanted 'The Notebook'
Mello shook his head, his features betraying the seriousness of the situation, "We are going to have to kill you,"
"Hell to the no!" I exclaimed, already there were gruesome pictures of my misfortune playing in my mind. There was no way I was going to be killed over nothing! "You're not killing me."
"What makes you think you can decide?" Mello drawled, an amused expression reclaiming his features once again. "In case you have yet to notice, you are the hostage here, and therefore, in a disadvantage."
I rolled my eyes, annoyed. "I'm staying."
"No you're not." Mello said sharply, looking like he wanted to hit me. "Like I said-"
"Yes I am." I caught him off, I would much rather stay here and live than be executed because of some stupid notebook. To make my point, I stood up and went for my stuff which lay safely on the floor. Once I had collected them, I looked pointedly back at him and added some swagger to my steps. "You're going to let me stay here." I said convincingly.
"What makes you think I will comply?" Mello hissed at me, his face contorting to that of a wild animal. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"Then I'm going to give you two choices."
"Really?" he mocked, and took a bite of his chocolate bar.
"One," I began, narrowing my eyes at Mello, "I stay here, alive, until you trust me enough to know that I won't say anything about this," I gave a moody smile, "or two, you die and I leave to tell the tale to the police."
As soon as those words were out of my mouth, my hands quickly flew to the knife in my pocket and pressed it snugly to Mello's creamy throat. However, not all things were in my favour, because at the same time Mello drew a gun from out of no-where and pressed it to my temple.
He grinned at me as he cocked the gun, "I'm sure you know that my bullet is faster than your knife."
"Pull the trigger and I cut your neck" I hissed out. I applied more pressure to his neck; making drops of blood roll down from it. It was a matter of speed now. I knew that there was no way I could move fast enough to evade his bullet.
He grinned at my challenge and began to slowly press the trigger, making the soft cricks of the gun toy with my ears. I reacted quicker than I thought possible I lunched at him, pushing him down in my wake as I raced to the door, which I dearly hoped would be unlocked. A shot rang through the room, fizzing by me as I reached the door. I crashed against it and it swung open.
I raced through the unfamiliar surroundings, taking turns here and there, tripping as I heard the sound of bullets sometimes near and sometimes far. As I took a sharp turn I crashed into something, or rather, someone. We both fell with a thud, me on top of him, and I couldn't help but groan at the impact. My head leg hurt like hell. As I tried to stand up, I realized that not only was my leg hurt, but it was impaled by my knife. I suppose that's why parents tell their children not to run with scissors, huh?
I painfully looked down to the person underneath me. I couldn't help but let my eyes widen. He had red hair and wore orange tinted goggles.
"Awesome goggles!" I exclaimed. Even thought I was running for my life and had a knife in my leg that didn't mean I couldn't appreciate cool accessories.
"Uh…thanks." The guy groaned and attempted to sit up, so I quickly rolled off of him. "Who are you?" he asked once I was off.
"Oh sorry," How rude of me, "I'm Tira and you are?"I asked, trying to stand up but the knife in my leg denied my command.
"Matt," he supplied, looking down at me confusedly.
"Hi Matt," I replied and noticed his gaze, "Before you ask I'll tell you. This blond guy named Mello was accidentally kidnapped me. I'm running because I held a held knife to his neck and started making threats and I crashed into you and so there is a knife stuck in my leg." I expressed happily.
"Okay…" Matt sighed, ruffled his hair and began looking for his PSP which he had dropped on impact.
"Can you help find my DS?" I asked worriedly, I couldn't possibly hope to escape without any form of entertainment on me. "I dropped it when I ran into you."
As if by magic, he seemed interested in helping me. Even thought I hated to ask for help it was obvious that I wasn't going to make my grand escape with a knife stuck in my leg. Standing was getting harder to do and my leg couldn't take too much weight so I had to lean on Matt for support. He grumbled something that I didn't catch, my vision began to swim, and it was then that I noticed a pool of my blood forming underneath me. To say the least, I met with darkness once again.
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When I came to the first thing I noticed is the softness underneath of me. I threw a blanket off of me and tried to stand up. A sharp pain ran up my thigh and I remembered the happenings that led up to my knife embedding itself into my leg.
My right pant leg was rolled up to my thigh, which caused me to wince at the slight pressure. Looking down at my thigh in the same spot were the knife had been, there was wrapped with a large white bandage. I was alone and it was dark, but I was sure that I wasn't in the dungeon-like room I had been kept in before.
With my mind set on finding out some answers, I limped out bed and across the room to investigate. Hopefully I would be able to find something to eat, like chocolate, as my stomach complained its empty state.
I limped around for a small while, peaking into empty rooms and hanging on the walls for support. It wasn't too soon that I found a room with people in it. There were two people in the room, both male, and they were staring right at me. I recognized them as Matt and Mello.
"Hey buds." I said hesitantly, "What's up?" I limped further into the room.
"What are you doing here?"Mello glared, "I thought your door was locked." He glared at Matt, who only shrugged.
"I came to investigate." I clarified, "Seeing that I woke up alone in a creepy room with a bandage on my leg,"
Mello grumbled something under his breath that I didn't catch, "Besides, your friend was kind enough to help me out when I passed out, unlike you." I limped over to where Matt was sitting and gave him a thank-you hug which he awkwardly returned.
"Thanks. I owe you one." I said softly.
"You're welcome." He nodded at me when I detached myself from him.
With a smile I turned around to face Mello, who was silently watching my interaction with Matt, he frowned.
"Now I have to stay here." I chirped happily.
"Why?" Mello sneered, his expression read: over my dead body.
"I have to let my leg heal, remember?" I toyed, "Seeing as you didn't kill me in my sleep, you're letting me live right? So we're roomies now!"That said, I limped over to the couch that Mello occupied and took a seat.
It was then that I noticed the many bars of chocolate that were carefully placed into columns on the coffee table in front of me. Overjoyed, I picked up a bar and ignoring the death-ogle I was getting from Mello, I undressed the lovely chocolate and took a huge bite. I propped my leg up on table, not caring that I didn't have any pants on. Slowly, I leaned back and let out a happy sigh.
'I think I'm going to like it here.'
The story is far from over. What do you think of the story so far? It got pretty intense there in the middle. Now Tira is here to stay and everyone has just got to get used to it. I guess you all will just have to wait and see.
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