As I panicked, cussed, unsuccessfully try to move; the Gun man just stood there, staring at my menacingly with his gun at my face. I started rolling away, when he wasn't looking, (I guess he had some friends behind him and was waiting for them to arrive) but ultimately, that failed. As soon as I started rolling away, he noticed me, so he kicked his boot on my chest, hard. So much that it knocked the wind out of me, and I passed out.

When I opened my eyes, I was in the back of a car. And not the back seat, where your little children ride on the way to school, but the kind of back where kidnappers stuff innocent teenagers to go do who-knows-what. My hands and feet were chained to the floor of the car with handcuffs, so I couldn't even escape if I tried. As my blurred out vision began to clear, I saw two men in the front seats of this Jeep, talking about (you guessed it) me.

"I'm telling' you Barney, she's one of them," the one in the passenger side spoke. One of who? A rebellion? Superboy's drug selling business?

"Oh really?" Barney answered, being extremely sarcastic, "I thought she was one of the Teletubbies!" He slapped the other one in the side of the head, causing the car to swivel a little off of the road. I saw the side of the guy that just got hit in the face, and judging by his looks, he looks like he's only about my age. Wow. And I don't have my licence yet?

"Ouch!" he yelled, "You don't be so sarcastic about it!" I moved my head to the right some more, so I could get a good look at the driver. Maybe I know him, or maybe he's just another drug addict that's trying to get rid of Superboy for stealing his business...

That's it! That why we were getting shot at! Just then I remembered that my leg got shot and paralyzed during the shoot-down. I looked down at it and almost passed out again. Well, after I vomited. That thing was disgusting! Blood was splattered everywhere on my leg, (not to mention the back seat) and dried out. The bullet-hole was now a good one-two inches long, and probably growing more by the minute.

Okay, whoever these disgusting freaks are, they better let me go or I swear I'll- "Listen Barney," the passenger interrupted my thoughts, "Let's just dump her. She's not part of Conner's plan." How do they know Superboy's name? Well, fake name, but still. And what plan? It was just a little drug selling, is all. Not some sort of elaborate scheme. What other secrets does he have?

Before I could even process this through my mind, the two guys in the front were staring at me. "Look at her," Barney stated, "She looks so miserable tied up in the back. What do you say we help her out? 'Eh, Mickey?"Through me out? They're not just going to dump me out on the street, are they?

"Sounds good to me," Mickey replied. The car stopped, causing me to shift into a really uncomfortable position. My hands were behind my back, my legs were under my butt, and don't even ask me how this happened. Mickey started to crawl in the backseat, readsy to push me to my death. As soon as he got back here, to far from reach, Barney popped the back open.

"Hurry up," he said, "I ain't want nobody suspecting us as criminals." Mickey made a really annoying/creepy laugh and crawled closer to me. "And make sure she don't say nothin'."

"I ain't," Mickey commented. He crawled behind me and started opening my handcuffs.

"Since when did you guys start speaking country?" I asked, trying to sound mockingly funny.

"Ah," Barney states, "She speaks! It's a miracle she's even alive at all!" They both break out into immense laughter.

I glared at Barney. "You guys think your so funny, but really, you two are just a couple of no good bas-"

"Shut your pie-hole!" Mickey interrupted yanking at my wrists, "Unless you want a more painful way to go."

"No thanks," I say, "I'll just take the easy way out... Being crushed by a truck on the highway!" Mickey made a chuckling noise, that sounded somewhat like a frog.

"Well then," he said as the back door opened,

"Here's your stop."