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Chapter 4: Gone

Kate's PoV:

I head up the stairs to go talk to Kevin and Buzz. I go to Kevin's room first. I knock on the door, but there's no answer. I knock on the door again. Still, no answer. "Kevin?" No answer. "Kevin?" No answer, still. I open the door, and I see Kevin's bedding all off his bed, and tied to the post at the end of the bed. The rope of bedding's hanging out the window. "Kevin!" I run to his window, and I see footprints leading away from the rope that's touched the ground. "Kevin!" Oh no...

I run down the stairs, and into the kitchen, where Peter is. I say, worried, "Peter, Kevin's gone..."

"Gone? What do you mean 'gone'?"

"He said he'd run away, but I didn't take him seriously... Oh, god... This is all my fault..." I'm flustered, with my face in my hands.

"Honey, it's going to be OK. I'm sure he'll be back. Kids always come back."

"What if he's been kidnapped?!" (Actually, he was... O.o)

"Oh, I highly doubt that, honey. He probably went to the nearest pizza place." (He did that, too...)

"Can we at least try to find him?"

Peter thinks for a second, "Alright, but I'm sure he's fine, Kate."

"Thank you, Peter... Thank you..."

Kevin's PoV:

The next thing I know, the van doors open, and a bright light shines in. It burns my eyes, since I just woke up, and I've been used to the dark. I squint with the bright light shining in. "Aww. Look who I just woke up. Come on, kid," I have an incredible pain in my ankle... I look down, and there's blood surrounding my feet. It's smeared all over the floor in the back of the van. "Come on, Marv, carry in the kid."

"OK, Harry." Marv grabs me by my underarms and starts dragging me out of the van. My ankle hurts so bad, I just moan in pain. I can't crack again... Especially in front of Harry...

Once I'm just about pulled out of the van, Marv picks me up bridal style again. We arrive in the house they drove me to. It's a fairly decent-sized white house. It looks like your average house. Inside, it looks set up like your ordinary house. To the left is the living room, to the right is the kitchen. Simple and plain-looking. "Lay him down on the couch, Marv." Marv struts over to the couch and lays me down on it. "Watch him. I'll be right back," I feel like I'm about to faint... It hurts so much...

"You'd better hurry, Harry!"

"I'm hurrying! I'm hurrying!" Moments later, my vision all fuzzy, I see the figure of Harry enter the room.

"He's about to pass out, Harry..."

"I'm hurrying!" My pant leg's pulled up on my ankle with the bullet wound. I can't tell what he's doing, but the next thing I know, everything goes black, after an excruciating pain, making me cry out...

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I wake up. My vision clears. Well, this wasn't a dream. I'm still in the house the Wet Bandits brought me to. I'm still on the couch. As if on queue, Marv enters the room. "You're finally awake," he says.

"What happened?..." I can barely ask, because I just woke up from unconsciousness...

"Look down at your ankle," I manage to look down at my ankle, and I see that it's all bandaged up. I look at Marv, confused. "Harry removed the bullet."

"I thought... you were gonna let me die..." I manage to widen my eyes with shock and surprise.

"We were only saying that to upset you."

"Tell Harry... thank you..."

"Tell him yourself."

Again, as if on queue, Harry enters the room and says, "Oh, look who's awake..."

"You saved me..." I say.

"Yeah, whatever."

"I just wanna to say 'thank you'." I'm able to speak a little better now.

"Don't thank me. Never thank me." I pout. "Now, come on, Marv, carry him upstairs," Once again, I'm being held in Marv's arms. What's upstairs? Harry heads up the stairs, followed by Marv carrying me.

"Where are we keeping him?" Marv asks.

"Keep him in your room," Harry says, in a flustered tone. My eyes widen. Well, I guess it's better than being kept in Harry's room...

"OK. Goodnight, Harry."

"Yeah, night." And Harry enters his room...

Marv carries me into his room and lays me down on his bed. He pulls the pillow off from underneath my head, and tosses it down to the floor. "Are you sleeping on the floor?" I ask. That may be a stupid question, but I had to ask...

"Of course not. You are,"

"Fine. But, could you at least untie me? My arms are asleep..."

"Not a chance, kid. As long as you're tied up, you have a less of a chance of escaping."

"Even with my hands tied, I could get out of here easily. You don't know who you're messing with."

"I beg to differ, shrimp. You don't know who you're messing with."

"I will get out of here, Marv. I will find a way out of here."

"Keep lipping, boy, and you'll regret it."

"What's with you guys calling me these names?! My name is Kevin! Call me Kevin!"

"We'll call you whatever we damn want! Now, stop back-talking and lay down on the floor!" Marv's tone scared me, making me jump, which made me do what I was told. Well, I tried to, anyway... It was difficult getting off the bed with my hands tied behind my back and my ankle bandaged up from my bullet wound... Marv sighs and takes a hold of my arm and pulls me off the bed. He then orders, "Lay down," As much as my ankle hurts, I manage to sit down and eventually lay down. I lay down on the side without my video recorder in my pocket, which is the left pocket. This is incredibly uncomfortable... But, I'll sleep on a way out of here tonight... I'll find a way...

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To be Continued...

A/N: Thanks for reading! Review positively please! Thank you! I'll update when I can! Once again, I need to brainstorm! What will happen to Kevin?! Well, we'll find out soon! Ciao! :D

- Termina's Hero1234