"It's them!"

Cody looked over at the two burly men, and then his girlfriend's stretcher. Had they said she was dying? He'd get her out of there if it was the last thing he did…And according to the circumstances, it could be.

"Cody Simpson," the biggest said. A bearded man who stank of cigarette smoke and sweat. "I've been looking for you a long time now."

Cody swallowed, his eyes darting back and forth, trying to figure out the best escape route.

"W-What do you want? Money? You can have it all, just leave her alone."

In his panic to get out alive, he grabbed the wrong stretcher and held tight; The one with Greyson in it, not Brianna. But he was too focused to notice.

"I don't think that's going to work. If we leave the girl, then we have another witness to worry about. Same with the other kids. We'll keep you alive, just not them. Because their parents don't have millions of dollars to give us if their kid is held hostage…"

Cody gathered all his energy left from the day and sprinted down the red hallway with the stretcher he thought held Brianna. He knew Kamille was smart and would either follow, or go the opposite way and meet him at the exit with Greyson's stretcher. He was stunned when he didn't hear footsteps in his pursuit.

He got to the exit and stepped outside. He looked back and saw nobody, but continued to run six more blocks. Why hadn't they followed him? Were Kamille and Greyson okay? His phone buzzed and he found a text from an unknown number.

To Cody: If you call the cops, your girlfriend dies right away. Come to the warehouse on West Blvd. in 24 hours if you ever went to see her alive again. Have 50,ooo dollars.

Wait, his girlfriend? Brianna was his girlfriend, and he had her safe and sound. Right? A gut wrenching thought struck him and he lift the sheet covering the stretcher with shaking fingers.

Under it was Greyson, not Brianna.

"Heeeey…" Greyson looked at him, equally confused. Cody stared at his phone, realizing Brianna and Kamille had been kidnapped.

He swore loudly, and handed the phone to Greyson.

After Greyson was done reading, his eye started to twitch, followed by the rest of his face and then his body. He turned to Cody.

"Why would you do nothing? How could you just run without helping them or even looking back?"

Suddenly, Greyson's arm shot out from the blanket and connected with Cody's face, a sickening thud echoing around the street. Cody stared at Greyson, eyes watering, in shock.

"Its-Not-My-Fault!" He screamed, hitting Greyson with each word. Suddenly, he stopped and sat on the ground as Greyson struggled to stand.

"You know what Brianna would do right now? She'd tell us to stop…" Cody buried his head in his hands, and his body shook with surpressed sobs.

"Kamille would laugh," Greyson said, sinking down next to him.

"We h-have to save them," Cody said, raggedly.

"I know."

"Do you think they'll die?"

"No," Greyson said at once. "No. Absolutely not."

"But what if they do, Greyson? What if they do? This is all my fault. If I had never gotten involved with Brianna right now, she and Kamille wouldn't be kidnapped. What do you think those guys will do to them?"

Greyson swallowed and laid his head on his knees, thinking.

"We need to do something right now," he said to Cody. "We can't just sit here on this street corner forever. Get up, Cody…We'll go home, get some food and sleep, and think of what to do."

Cody shook his head, refusing to move. Greyson sighed. He didn't want to do this, but he'd have to.

"Poor Brianna," Greyson said. "Kamille's strong and she can put up a fight, but not Brianna. The girl can barely run…So what do you think they're doing to her right now Cody? Those guys were pretty big and strong, and I seriously doubt that they're married. What if they force her to-"

Cody leapt up off the ground, and pushed Greyson aside.

"We need to help them."

(O0O)

Brianna and Kamille were sitting in A dingy, barely lit basement with ropes tied around their hands and tape over their mouths. Tears were streaming down Brianna's face silently. Kamille, however, looked downright angry.

How long had they been sitting here? Hours, at least…When they first came, Brianna's hand was stitched and bandaged by one of the men, just so she wouldn't die right away. He had assured her that if things went his way, they'd be seeing each other again.

Brianna had never been more terrified of a single person in her life.

They were both thinking the same thing. How would they get out of here?

A voice came from the stairs, and suddenly a figure emerged in the door. The woman kidnapper was there, the only one who didn't have a gun.

She had long matted red hair and empty brown eyes. She was too thin, looking like she hadn't eaten in at least a week. Her skin was ghostly pale and she had shadows underneath her eyes.

"Get up," her voice was raspy and authoritative. "Now."

Brianna complied the second the command escaped her lips, but Kamille stayed put.

"Get up," she repeated, striding over to Kamille and yanking her arm as hard as she possibly could. Kamille was forced to stand, and she glared at the woman. Brianna could just imagine the thoughts going through her mind.

"Now, I'm going to take the tape off of your mouths…Don't scream. If you do, I can guarantee it will be the last sound you make."

Brianna nodded, too terrified to be defiant Kamille also nodded curtly, because this woman seemed too violent, even for her. She reached over and tore the tape from both girls' mouths.

"Okay," she said, her voice cold and empty. "Make a video for your friends and beg them to come save you. Ready?"

Brianna nodded again, and Kamille spoke.

"Why should we?"

"Because if you don't I won't hesitate but to kill you."

"Okay…But what's the point?"

"The point is for you to look lost and scared and confused. Cody Simpson will pity you and it can guarantee we'll get 50,000. Then we can take him hostage and force his family to fork over millions more. Now say cheese."

She took an iphone from her pocket and turned on her camera. She spoke into it.

"Hello, Cody Simpson. Here's proof that your friends are still alive…for now."

She turned the camera to Brianna and Kamille and Kamille spoke.

"Hey Cody," she said calmly. "We're trapped down here in this basement and it's kind of cold. How're things with you? So make sure you feed Johnson…And Greyson. And…uh, yeah. That about covers it. Later, llama boy!"

Kamille knew what she was doing. If Cody wasn't too worried, he'd have an easier time thinking of a plan. So the calmer Kami was, the faster they'd be able to leave.

The woman shook her head, and turned the camera to Brianna. The brown haired girl wouldn't speak; she wouldn't even look at the camera.

"Talk," she hissed. "Tell him how miserable you are!"

Brianna shook her head, but then the woman set the camera down on a dusty shelf. She made sure she was in view when she walked over to Brianna and struck her in the fast. Her nails slashed along Brianna's cheek and under her eye, and then started oozing bright crimson blood. Brianna let out a cry of pain and fell to the floor.

"Are you going to talk now, girl?"

"Cody," Brianna said, her voice cracking as tears flew down her face. "No matter what happens, it's not your fault. I miss you and I-I love you so much."

The redhead kicked Brianna's sides and she squeaked in hurt. "Tell him how much you need him."

Brianna shook her head, and received another blow to the stomach.

"I'm so sorry, Cody," she whispered. "Please help me."

"One more for luck," the woman laughed cruelly. She addressed the camera. "Are you seing this, Simpson? If you don't have the money, much worse will happen."

She kicked Brianna again with the edge of her boot, and she flew across the room before crashing into a pile of boxes and falling to the ground, whimpering and shaking.

The camera shut off, and the evil person pressed a few buttons.

"And send…"

(OoO)

"Talk! Tell him how miserable you are!"

Cody and Greyson watched the video sent to them. The red haired lady scratched Brianna's cheek, and she bled. They continued to watch as Brianna was abused and finally, she cracked and begged for help.

"We need to go now," Cody said, pacing the floor. "Greyson, we need to go get her and Kamille."

Greyson was sitting on the couch, poring over a map of the warehouse he had somehow found online. They had come home nearly six hours ago, and eaten their way through four entire boxes of pizza. Then they had fallen asleep for a little bit, and then started planning a way to get the girls back.

"We need a plan…" Greyson pondered over the map. "How about I call my parents?"

"No," Cody snapped. "If you call your parents, they'll call the police and Brianna and Kamille will die. Is that what you want Greyson? Do you want Kamille to die?"

"N-no," Greyson said. "Geez…Just a suggestion."

"Well it wasn't a good one."

They sat in silence awhile longer.