Hey peoples! So I'm sorry I haven't uploaded in a while- blame school. (Obviously.) Anyway, thanks so much to everyone who has given me a review, it means a lot! Here's chapter three. Hope you enjoy!

Oh, and the disclaimer is that I own all of them, I smuggled them into my shed. They're living off Steve's navy rations. Nah, I joke, I joke. It would be awesome though...

Now, on with the story:

Chapter 3

Tessa

I force all the strength I can muster and launch myself at the back door of the van. The thick plastic trembles but doesn't give way. The engine is whirring too loudly for anything else to be heard. Finding my way to the back of the van, I launch myself at the doors once again. Nothing.

Desperate, I try a different tactic. I run a bloodied hand down the crack where the doors meet. Halfway down I make out the shape of a small clip, which must be preventing the doors from opening. A spark of hope ignites inside me. I find another three clips above each other. If I can push these out the way, both doors will open.

I kneel down on the hard floor of the van. I grasp the first clip and push as hard as I can, again and again. Finally it slides aside. I try the next clip. It takes a few more tries but eventually it gives way, too. I stretch the cramped feeling out of my fingers before wrapping them around the final clip and pushing as hard as I can. Nothing happens. I curse under my breath and glance behind me, praying that my captor hasn't guessed what I'm doing. I let out a breath of relief as I see that he's still fully focused on the road.

Having calmed myself, I turn to face the doors of the van once more, laying down to take a close look. The shaft of light coming from between the doors allows me to have a better view. The last clip is wedged between a shard of plastic on the bottom of the van. After numerous tries, my fingers are cut and covered in blood. Nothing is going to move that clip.

I sit up and put my head in my hands, feeling utterly defeated. Tears sting my eyes. Something sticky is dripping down my cheek. Blood.

Upon further inspection, I find a small gash on my forehead, probably a result of being thrown around in the back of the van. I gingerly feel the other main parts of my body, hoping that I haven't acquired any major injuries. A long line of dark bruises run down my shoulder and upper arm where I tried to force my escape. A layer of dried blood covers the bruises. I curse under my breath. Why haven't I noticed this sooner? It seems that the adrenaline and fear rushing through me have numbed the pain.

I rip off my cardigan and wrap it around my bleeding arm, wincing as I apply so much pressure. As the pain worsens and blood soaks the cardigan, I can stop the tears from flowing feeling down my bruised cheeks.

So that was Chapter 3! I know, I know, it's really short, but the next part will hopefully be up soon. Thanks a bunch for reading though- and I'm sorry for nagging, but again it would be awesome if you could take the time to tell me what you think...