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Violet's memory was fuzzy, and her head throbbed something awful. The ringing in her ears rang through her brain, confusing her immensely. What happened? Violet was unsure. She tried to recollect what time it was, and so what she was doing a little while ago. She opened her eyes wide enough to see that she was laid, face down, on her living room floor. She groaned as she moved her head to the left, but the throbbing seemed to worsen when she did so. Violet heard voices as the ringing died away, deep voices speaking in quick succession, and whatever it was they were saying, it was not in English. Or at least, any kind of accent that she could understand. Violet tried to move her aching arms, but quickly found that they were tied securely behind her back. Unsure and her fear rising fast, she tried calling out so someone.

"Vir...il..." she moaned, trying to look around for her twin, to hear a response. "Vir..."

Pounding footsteps rang through the kitchen, faster and closer towards her. She tried to get a good view of who it was, this intruder, but yelped in pain when she felt whoever it was grab her hair which had been tied back in a neat ponytail. She tried to recuperate from the pain by kneeling up as her ankles were not bound. She bit her lips to try and distract her from the man's brutal grip. It was painful, but when he had dragged her to the kitchen where the other man was, she was yanked forcefully backwards so she could kneel down. She could hear her breathing and daren't turn around and face the men as they spoke. What she didn't expect was their change in dialect.

"Why are we doing this, again?" one voice moaned, seemingly sitting down lazily. "And what are we waiting for?"

"Shut up and stick to the plan. We wait for the van, then we get the girl and get out."

Violet trembled in fear, realising that these weren't common thieves, they weren't petty criminals, they were deadly serious, and deadly dangerous. Oh god, someone help... Where's Virgil?

The thought crossed her mind and all she could think of was Virgil. Where was he? She suddenly remembered him, unconscious laid next to her in that bedroom. Where was he now? Was he alright? Was he awake? So many questions, and no answers for them.

"Where's... where's my brother?" She asked, carefully and quietly. Part of her wanted a response, part of her regretted speaking when in such a situation.

"Shut up, you insolent bitch." The man that stormed over to her had what looked like a shotgun in his arms. Violet felt the blunt end of the butt strike her cheek, and she was certain it drew blood. Violet cried out in pain, and doubled over, vowing to stay silent for the time being.

"Wait -" The other man started, standing up before speaking back in that language again, majorly confusing Violet to the brink. She was terrified enough, and now they were plotting against her. She felt vulnerable and scared that this was happening in her own home. She dared to turn around and look at the men, stood by the curtains and debating something. She frowned with uncertainty until she was certain that they were scared. Someone was coming, and they were scared of detection. And this was true, but horrible for Violet. Fear means panic, panic means irrational choices, irrational choices means bad things.

"We've gotta get out of here -" That was all Violet heard before the man with the shotgun rushed over to her, and hit her in the back of the head with the shotgun, hard.

"Vi...et? Vi...l?"

She was back here again. Except now she couldn't see. Darkness enveloped her and her eyes just hadn't adjusted. She suddenly remembered what had happened previously, and tried moving. She personally wasn't moving, and felt coats above her. She knew exactly where she was.

"Sc...ott? Dad?" She spoke slowly as her head spun, making her dizzy.

"Violet? Is that you?" That was distinctly the voice of her father. Violet still had her hands tied behind her back, but her legs were also still not bound. She kicked the door to the cupboard she was trapped in, trying to direct her father towards her. He should be able to hear this, but her main concern was Virgil and where he was. Where was he? That hit to his head must have been pretty painful if he was knocked out without making a sound. The doorknob rattled and blinding light streamed into the cupboard as it opened, her father's silhouette casting a shadow over her. "Violet!" Her father knelt down and picked her up, removing her from the claustrophobia-inducing space and into the living room where he unbound her wrists. Violet groaned and flexed them as she answered her father's questions. But there came a moment when she had to ask him one.

"Virgil - Where's Virgil?" Violet asked, her voice shaking with panic and fear. Virgil's head was hit pretty badly and if he isn't already awake!

"He isn't here?"

"He... he was on the floor, unconscious or... I don't know!" Violet implored. Scott had run into the room by this point, looking very worried. He looked out of breath and concerned, like he doubted what she was saying. He doubted what she was saying because his words contradicted her own. His words struck fear to her heart. Virgil wasn't in the house. Virgil wasn't here.

The world seemed to slow down as she realised that they hadn't taken her.

Then John, Gordon and Alan, when they were certain that no one else was in the house and the police had been summoned, found something.

They had found Virgil's phone outside.

He was gone.

Just a quick update to say that I will be on holiday so no update next Friday. The week, after, I promise!

Plus I apologise for just how crap my work actually is.