A/N Gah, I hate A/N's. But sadly, I need to say something. The rest of the story's going to be in third person point of view. I can't seem to make it first, and I find it easier to type third. Sorry for the confusion! I don't know why I typed the first chapter in first person. I've never been good at it.
Roger began to panic. Near had been kidnapped, and he wasn't sure what to do. He pondered going to L, but he had to make sure Near was missing.
So, Roger went searching.
Room upon room, no sign of Near.
"Rooooooooooooger!" An semi-feminine voice yelled. Roger turned. Mello.
"Yes?" Roger sounded tired. He was a bit tired, but Mello didn't seem to notice.
"Have you seen Near? I wanted to.. show him something." Mello coughed at his attempt to hide a laugh.
"No, that's the problem. Do you know where he might be?"
Mello frowned. Roger seemed serious, "Nah, I don't keep track of the weirdo. Why? Is he missing?"
Roger hesitated. If he said yes, everyone was sure to know. If he said no, the blonde was sure to look for him for himself.
"Yes, but you can't say anything. Others might not take it so lightly."
"Why?"
"..Why? Well, possibly because one of their own might have been kidnapped and forced to do god-knows-what?!"
Mello froze. "Kidnapped?"
..Well. Fuck. Roger didn't mean for that to slip. "It appears so."
"Well, we gotta find him! Who else is going to kick my ass at everything?"
"Language, Mello."
"Aw, whatever."
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Near froze, trying to look as emotionless as possible. It wasn't all that hard. The man was sitting on him, pretty much suffocating him making it hard to show emotion.
The man began to unbutton Near's shirt. "Wha.." Near tried to push the hands away, but failed to do so. And if failing wasn't bad enough, he got slapped in the face.
There was a slight ringing in his ears. the man pulled his shirt off and threw it against the wall. "Hey, sis. Did you tell this brat the rules?"
A troubling thought passed through Near's head. Wait, sis? Didn't he just call the lady babe, and now she's his sis? What sick twisted place is this?
"No, I didn't have time. Had to rush outta the damn place before the old man came back, and on the way here, the brat didn't know how to sit, so I had to make sure he sat properly."
"Well, I'll tell him." The man leaned over, staring into Near's eyes. That move didn't make it any easier to breathe. The man started to talk, his breath reeking of beer, "Rule number one: Do as I, and my sister says. If you don't you'll be punished. Two: Your never to leave the.. er, room we have for you, much less the house. Three: Don't piss me off. Four: Don't resist, don't call for help, don't try to run. Five: Don't ever back talk us, keep your hands to yourself, and don't touch anything that isn't yours unless granted permission. And no talking, yelling, screaming, or any other shit that will annoy me, understand?"
Near tried not to laugh. This man was horrible at numbers. Didn't he know that one rule was one, and not three? Example, for rule number five, there were seven different rules for it. But because permission to talk did not appear to be granted, Near didn't reply.
Not the smartest thing to do, seeing as the man saw that permission to talk was in fact granted in the most obvious way possible.
The man lifted Near's head by his hair, brought it as high as he possibly could, and then let go. A slight thud could be heard as his head hit floor. Near didn't wince, or make any other signs of life.
"Understand?!" the man yelled, spitting on Near.
"Yes."
Slap. "Yes what?"
"Yes.. sir." Near was patted on his head. "Good boy. Now," he released some pressure from Near' abdomen, and stood slightly, "get out of those pants. No use wearing them, you won't be wearing much half the time anyway."
Near froze.. No clothes? What had he stepped into?
"Now!" The man raised his hand and Near scrambled to stand up. When he was finally on both feet, he moved to pull his pants down, his cheeks slightly turning pink. Near was beginning to blush. He stood in his boxers, which were also white. "Jesus, kid. What do you have a fetish for white shit?"
Near didn't answer, unsure whether it was a rhetorical question or not. Near also froze, wondering if he should take the rest off. God. He hoped not.
As though the man could read his mind he said, "You can leave the rest on.. for now. C'mere."
Near stood, slightly relieved. The man walked over and opened a door to reveal a hall. Maybe the house wasn't as small as he thought. Down the hall were again, three doors. The man opened the one at the end of the hall, and shoved Near in it. "I'll be back later." the man said before he slammed the door, and a small click of the lock was heard.
Near felt around for a light switch, soon finding one. He examined his surroundings. It was a closet, basically. A normal sized bathroom was bigger than this. The closet appeared to be five feet by five feet. There was a cover on the floor in the top left corner, and a small pillow that looked as though it used to be white above it. The walls were peeling, and the roof looked as though it had been infested with mold. Near turned around to see the rest of the walls, and froze. There was stained blood all over the door.
Near backed away, hitting the wall with his back. He slid down onto the ground to see that there was more blood stains around the door than he anticipated.. Maybe it was kool-aid..
Near knew it wasn't. Escaping wasn't going to be easy.
Escaping was going to be tricky.
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Roger and Mello looked, but no luck. Near just didn't want to be found.
Or rather, Near wasn't there to be found. All of Near's stuff had stayed in place, not touched by him or moved. Even his puzzle.
Near never left his puzzle unaccompanied.
Roger tried not to panic, but it was slightly hard seeing as L's future successor was missing, possibly being killed right now as he thought about it.
A lot of things could be happening to Near.. And he was so young. Being only 10, and possibly being raped, beat, killed, or forced into doing something he didn't want to do wasn't a very good thought...
But Near was strong.. He could take care of himself..
Unless he was tied up, held down, held to gun point, knife point, and any other point there was.
Then he would always freeze and become emotionless again.
But the paperclip! Near had the paperclip, he knew how to bend it into an S, right?
But.. What if his clothes were forced off him?
What if he had no clothes anymore?
What if he was in an alleyway, lying in a pool of his own blood thrown out like last weeks garbage?
No. Near would use his head and get out.
Right?
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Near sat on the floor, his back to the wall, a naked knee to his chin. He was cold, but he was to scared to look under the covers much less bring them around his body. A lot of stuff could be under there. Blood, guts, blood, etc. A lot of stuff could have happened to someone under the covers as well.
He sucked it up and breathed out. He was scared, that was obvious. He didn't try to make it obvious, and if probably looked as though he wasn't scared to death on the outside, but it was obvious to him. On the inside. His eyes were bouncing all of the closet, and he was biting the inside of his cheek.
The pain in his head was starting to seep in. The pain had been numbed by shocked, but now it was hurting. A lot. Near leaned his head against the wall, and the headache he was receiving started to go away.
Near was really out of the ordinary today. He was all spazzy, and he was in shocked. A bit jumpy, too.
He heard footsteps, and he jumped slightly and glued his eyes to the door.
Click. The door unlocked and in came the lady and the man. The door shut, and both looked at Near with such intensity, that he had to fight the urge to squirm.
"Why the hell is he sitting like that?"
"Who knows?! I told him to sit properly in the car, but he doesn't listen."
Near immediately moved his knee to the floor and both laughed. Near found nothing amuesing out of this.
"Now," the lady began, her voice masking innocence, "You shall call us mommy and daddy, and treat us as you would your real mommy and daddy. Understand?"
Near nodded, and the thought of being hit again wasn't so appealing, so he spoke up vocally, "Yes, ..mommy." Near had to force the word out. No one could replace his mother, especially this bitch.
"Good boy."
"Lets play a game," the man cut in, "Any ideas, babe?"
Ok, so Near tried to get this straight. This man, was infatuated with his sister? That was just wrong.
"Oh! How about the nervous game?"
The man clapped his hands together and rubbed them up and down a few times together before shouting, "Lovely!"
Near frowned.. What was the nervous game?
Each one sat on either side of Near, who was becoming to be extremely uncomfortable.
Two hands touched his upper thigh at the same time.
"Are you nervous?" they asked in unison, laughing like a hyenas.
Near didn't like this game too much.