A/N: here you go! Still randomly drabbling on with these… not quite sure where im going with it now, but I like this idea I have, but the way I wrote Gwen's kidnapping kind of cancels out my idea… this chappie wont b as funny. Srry. It's Gwen. She aint funny
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She only opened her emerald green eyes to darkness and silence. Nothing was visible through the shadows of night as they set in. Gwen drank in the dank air. She could smell the reek of decay.
Her only wish was that the decay wasn't from a body.
Red hair was matted in muddy clumps around her face. It clung to her freezing porcelain skin. Gwen held up one hand to look at it to find her flesh as white as snow and cold as ice. She wasn't sure if this was a meat locker or an ice box.
There was no light. Only the creaking darkness. Blackening shadows. Night air that was crisp on her tongue. Black. Gray. Dark. Shadow. Night.
Decay had to be close. She hoped it was mold or a rat's carcass. If that was the case, the conditions of the chamber she had been locked in were better than Gwen had originally thought.
Reaching up, the girl let her fingertips brush against a wall of stones, moisture kissed her skin and she pulled away, her hand now wet and even colder.
"Note to self: don't touch the wall." Gwen let out a huffed breath and tucked her knees to her chest and wrapped her thin, fragile arms around them tightly. If one thing was for sure, the redhead was going to have a long night.
She checked her wrists for shackles. There were none. She touched her ankle for any signs of a chain. There was none. Gwen finally knew she truly had to check for one last thing. Her fingers searched beneath the collar of her shirt for that thin gold chain that she ran her fingers over each night and never took off. That locket was probably the sweetest thing Kevin would ever think of. A picture of his old self. The way he used to be. The way he should've stayed. Gwen found that pieces of him still laying on her neck, hiding from those who did not look. She loved it as much as the one who gave it to her.
She was still in one piece. She hadn't been robbed. It wasn't a random attack, but it wasn't a complex one. The car had slipped on it's own.
Now that she thought about it, the more Gwen realized she'd dropped herself into this situation. She did kick the car, causing it to fall into the chasm. She did fall into the car, bringing her down with it. And leaving Kevin and Ben without a car.
Kevin was definitely going to be Nothing at alled about this one.
Green eyes slowly adjusting to the light, Gwen found herself staring into the headlights of the mentioned vehicle. They weren't turned on, but it was sitting directly in front of her. She couldn't believe this! What kind of kidnapper would leave her free to roam in a room? WITH A CAR! Who was dumb enough for that?!
The girl let her legs from their death grip beneath her arms and slowly used the car to brace herself. Gwen rose to her feet, finding the air above where she was sitting easier to breathe than the stench of rot.
A door. A door lay on the other side of the room, sitting on the wall like a cat perched and waiting for it's prey.
Gwen didn't want to open it. She didn't want to see beyond it. But she found herself willing. Anodites had powers and she could use them against whoever was after her.
How did they kidnap her anyways? She remembered the car. She remembered the speed pulsig fear through her veins, scaring her with each breath as each one could've very well been her last. And yet she survived. To what?
Suddenly recalling all the glass that had buried itself in her skin, Gwen stroked her skin.
Nothing. Nada. Zip. No glass.
The car. It was smashed beyond repair. She knew she had thought Kevin would be furious.
She ran her palm over the smooth green and black striped paint job. It was warm, as if the engine had only just been running a second ago. But she knew very well that it hadn't been. She was beside it the whole time. And it wasn't destroyed! It was in one piece! The hood was flat and soft, no damage at all from slamming into that tree. The windshield was still there. There was no glass, no blood in the seats. The leather wasn't shredded due to the shattered windshield.
How was it possible?!
Gwen found herself spinning, looking, hoping, praying, wondering, wishing, wanting, waiting.
Spinning for answers.
Looking for a clue.
Hoping for a sign.
Praying for life.
Wondering why it was her.
Wishing that she wasn't alone.
Wanting Kevin to hold her tight.
Waiting for her savior.
Yet no one came.
Gwen was left alone with a door and a car.
A/N: she just aint gunna leave that room. The car is the closest thing she's got to Kevin and Gwen won't leave it. Review pleaseee if u likeddd it!!! And if you have any suggestionsss
~Sky
