"Ow my head!" Mike said softly to himself. He looked around. He was in a dark room with only one lightbulb, though he had no idea how big the room was. "Zoey? Zoey? Zo..." He felt something hard hit his cheek. His head twisted sideways. He realize he was in a chair. His hands were tied behind him, and the chair, and his ankles were tied to the wooden legs.
"It's the hero!" Someone laughed.
"Look at him!" Someone else said. The five kids he saw with Zoey last walked up to him. He could barely see their silhouettes.
"You really do never know when to quit!" The leader said.
Ignoring their statement Mike asked, "What'd you do with Zoey!" He knew why he'd tried to help Zoey. She'd stood up for him, now it was his turn to return the favor.
"Oh nothing." He flipped a switch and the light turned on. He could finally see the five kids. He also saw Zoey. Tied the same way as him with tape over her mouth. She looked at Mike with frightened eyes. She struggled and tried to get loose.
"Zoey!" Mike yelled.
"Shut it!" Someone punched him. His head snapped to the side.
Mike reached for the pocket-knife in his back pocket.
Punched again.
Almost...
Kicked.
So close...
Kicked.
Got it!
He sawed away at the ropes quietly so they couldn't hear him. He was free but he didn't want to show it. Suddenly he jumped up and did a flurry of punches and kicks that got all of them. Then he sliced away the ropes at his feet. Then he ran to Zoey. He ripped off the tape. "Zoey? Are you okay?"
"Yes, now I am. Thank you." He sliced away the rope and they both ran for the nearest exit. It was a long rope that went upwards. They climbed and climbed. Once they got to the top, Zoey said, "Thank you." Without warning she grabbed his head and pulled him in. She kissed him on the lips. They stayed there for five seconds, and then went off to their houses.