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Chapter 2: The Wet Bandits

Kevin's PoV:

My eyes are widened with fear. Not again... "Hiya, pal. Small World, isn't it?" I stay still, frozen with fear, and I do what I usually do when I'm scared: scream my head off. Then, I run away, screaming my head off. "Come on, Marv! Let's get him!" I turn my head back, and I see Marv and Harry after me.

I run to where there may be some people. Usually, Chicago's more livelier than this. On all days, why does this have to be the day when there's no people, and burglars who hate me with a passion are after me? I'm actually scared, just like how I was when they were trying to break into my house, but I didn't show it then, I can't show it now...

I run up to some trash bins on the sidewalk and purposely knock them over, so that the large bins and garbage on the sidewalk slow down the Wet Bandits. When I look over my shoulder again, I see that they're slowed down by the garbage and garbage bins, because they're trying to get passed them. Knowing how dumb they are, I knew they'd be trying to get passed it, and not just go around it, since the road's not busy. I do a silent fist pump.

I finally see a car driving up to me. I try to flag it down with my hand, but it just continues to drive by... Wow, that's rude... I need help here, and you just drive passed me... I quickly look behind me, and I see that the Wet Bandits are closer than they were before... I gasp and keep on running. I'm starting to run short on breath, which worries me even more, because I'm afraid I'll have to stop running... I can't do that... If I did, the Wet Bandits will catch me! I hear Harry say to Marv, "He's starting to slow down, Marv! Let's get him!" Why did I ever run away from home?... Mom, I'm sorry... Why did I ever talk back to you?...

I run across the road, and as soon as I reach the sidewalk on the opposite side, my feet slip on the ice and fall, with a slide as soon as I hit the ground. No... As soon as I catch my breath after the wind's knocked out of me, I notice the Wet Bandits are right over my head. It's far too late to get up... "My, my... How the tables have turned..." Harry says, smirking. His golden tooth no longer visible, since I knocked it out with the paint can on the staircase last year... Marv and Harry grab onto my coat and lift me up from the ground. They clench my coat tightly and they head for the back alley. This is where most deaths happen... in the back alley...

"He's scared, Harry. Look,"

Harry looks down at me. I try to show that I'm not scared. For some reason, I'm more afraid of Harry, than I am of Marv. I find Harry more threatening than Marv... Harry pulls out something from his pocket. I see it out of the corner of my eye, and I notice it's a... gun! He's going to shoot me! I gasp, and Harry says, "You're right, Marv, he is scared. For once, we have him... You'll suffer the consequences, you little bundle of misery..." I am scared... Mom, if I ever do get out of this, I promise to never backtalk you again...

By this time, we're deep in the back alley. I see there's a van parked back here. Why's there a van all the way back here? The Wet Bandits take me up to the van—Harry, pointing his gun to my head. "If you say a word, kid, you'll be lying dead here in the back alley. Understand?" Harry says, through gritted teeth. I nod. Tears want to form in my eyes, but I don't let them. "Marv, open the door,"

"What door, Harry?"

"This door, nimrod!" Harry frustratedly points the gun to the double doors on the back of the van. "Oh." he says, chuckling like an idiot. He opens the back doors to the van, and Harry lifts me up and pushes me into the back of the van. "Shout out, and you're dead, kid!" Harry warns, pointing the gun at me. He slams the back doors shut, and it's suddenly pitch black...

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The van's in motion, and I have no idea where we're going... It's completely black back here. There's no windows at all back here... I can't even see the front... It's like this is a storage van... I'm not really afraid of the dark, but this time, I am, because I'm being kidnapped by the Wet Bandits... They really hate me... They'll probably torture me, like what I did to them... They even said so, when they last had me... They said they'll hit me over the head with a paint can... Smash my face with an iron... Shove a nail in my foot... Burn my head with a blow torch... If I didn't backtalk Mom, I wouldn't be in this mess right now... I guess I can get away with it right now, I let the tears escape from my eyes...

To be Continued...

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Review positively please! Thank you! I hope you enjoy it! I'll update when I can! Also, the stories I mentioned in the Author's Note last chapter are stories that gave me inspiration to write this! For some reason, I didn't say that... I just mentioned them... Whoops... Lol. Well, ciao!

- Termina's Hero1234