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Kevin's PoV:

I wake up, and I see that the room's dimly lit. I try to sit up, and I manage to with my arms tied behind my back and my excruciating pain in my ankle. I see that the sun's trying to rise. It's probably around five or six A.M.. I sit on my knees and try to stand up. After a struggling minute, I manage to make it to my feet. I stand, placing the pressure on my right foot, and not so much my left foot. I hobble over to the door, and it's locked. I turn around and manage to turn the lock to unlock the door. I try to open the door, but it's still locked. I look up and see a bolt across the door at the top. "Crap…" I whisper to myself. What can I do about the lock, with my hands tied behind my back? There has to be something I can use to untie myself… I look out the window. I saunter over to it and look down. I notice that I'm high up, but not as high up as I was at home. Home… I so badly want to go home… I have no idea where I am, though… Mom, Dad, are you even looking for me?...

I can't get out of here… Mom, Dad, help me… I'm scared… I don't know what to do… I'm trapped… I have no plan… "What do you think you're doing?!"

My eyes widen with fear, tears wanting to escape. I slowly turn around and say, "Just looking out the window…"

"Don't you dare lie to me, little boy! You were trying to escape, weren't you?!"

"No… No, I wasn't, I swear!"

"Well, this will be taken up with Harry, then!"

"No! No! Please!" I back right up against the window. Tears are escaping from my eyes.

"Come on, kid!" He grabs a hold of my arm tightly and yanks me to the door. He unbolts the door and pulls me out of the room. I try to pull away from Marv, but his grip's too tight. Plus, it's hard with being tied up. I'm trying to avoid walking with my left leg, but it's quite hard when I'm practically being forced to walk.

"Let me go! Please!"

"Shut up, kid!"

"No!" I manage to pull away, but with my ankle, Marv grabs onto my arm again. "Let. Me. Go!"

"Don't make me get out the duct tape, kid!" I decide to shut my mouth after that, but I'm not letting him take me to Harry! We're almost to Harry's room, when I decide to use my right foot and kick Marv in the back of his left leg. He yells out in pain, cursing, which makes him let go of me. As quickly as I can, I try to run away from Marv. I have no choice but to run, if I want to get away from Marv. Though, when I'm heading down the stairs, my ankle makes me lose my balance, and I fall down the stairs. Luckily, they're carpeted stairs… Though, it still hurt… I sit up, not realizing that my hands are untied, somehow. I guess the rope broke when I fell down the stairs… I don't have time to sit around. I get up and run straight for the kitchen. I'm frantically trying to find the knife drawer, when I hear, "He's down here, Harry!" I hear them running in the upstairs hallway. I finally find the knife drawer.

I pull out a small knife from the drawer and slip it into my coat pocket. I run for the door and unlock it. I open it and run into the morning cold. I'm ankle-deep in snow, which is killing my bullet wound. I try to ignore the pain, because that'll just slow me down. "Let's get him, Marv!" I hear Harry. No… If Harry catches me, he'll kill me! "Get back here, you little brat!"

I'm focused on my goal to get away from the Wet Bandits… I don't slow down. I won't give up. Wait a minute… I have an idea… I pull out my voice recorder (I said "video recorder" last chapter. Whoops…) and I record, "My name is Kevin McCallister. I'm nine years old, and I've been kidnapped by the Wet Bandits. Their names are Marv and Harry. I'm from Chicago. If you get this message, please send it to the police." I make sure that Marv and Harry don't see my voice recorder or hear me. I pull off my mitts and tuck my voice recorder into one of them. Thankfully, it still works after I fell down the stairs… I then pull my other mitten over the end of my voice recorder that's sticking out, covering it to keep it warm. I hope someone drives by and finds it… I hide it beside the road, setting it down in just a way that made me look like I slipped. I hope it lasts out here… Though, I don't slow down, because I need to at least try and escape the Wet Bandits… I'm running up the road, my breath becoming weaker… I quickly turn my head, and they run right passed my voice recorder, because they're too focused on catching me.

I hold my chest, panting heavily. It's awfully cold out here in the morning… I start to feel a little lightheaded, which automatically makes me slow down… I fall to my hands and knees, coughing. The Wet Bandits catch up to me, grabbing me by my underarms, and pick me up. Marv holds me by my underarms, while Harry grabs onto my chin, shaking me, yelling, "What did you fucking do that for, kid?!"

"To… To escape…"

Harry smacks me across the face, which makes me gasp out of shock. "Come on, Marv, carry him in!"

I try to get out of Marv's grasp, shouting, "No! No! Let me go!"

"Come on, kid," Marv picks me up and carries me over his shoulder this time. I try kicking, punching, and screaming, trying to get him to let go of me, but it doesn't work…

"Marv, would you shut up him up please?!"

"Kid, shut up!" Marv shouts.

"Make me shut up, you big horse's ass!"

Suddenly, I'm pulled off of Marv's shoulder and my hood's yanked on. I'm face-to-face with Harry, all of a sudden. Harry hangs onto my hood. I try to pull away, but Harry's even stronger than Marv. He shouts, "Don't you ever insult us again, you little twit!"

"You insult me all the time!"

"You're nothing but a weak little child! Never insult us!"

"If I'm such a weak little child, then how did I send you to prison last year with my traps and stuff?!"

"Just shut up, kid…" Harry's clearly annoyed. Though, I think he knows I'm right. For the rest of the way to the house, Harry holds me by my hood, forcing me to walk, which hurts very much. Thankfully, we passed my voice recorder...

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Once we're inside the house, I remember that I have that knife on me… I couldn't actually hurt somebody… Though, this is self-defense… I slip it out of my pocket and stab Harry in the leg with it. He shouts in pain, letting go of me. I run back out of the house, with my knife in my hand. "Marv! Get him!" Since I'm still weak from running in the cold before, Marv grabs me by my waist, plucking the knife right out of my hand.

"Thought you could stab us and get away, huh? You think you're pretty clever..."

"I am pretty clever, since I got the two of you arrested last year…"

Marv pulls me, so that I'm facing the direction of the door. "Get in there, you little bastard… Move it!" Marv shouts, pushing me back into the house. The door slams shut, after Marv pushes me into the house…

To be Continued...

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Review positively please! Thank you! What's going to happen to Kevin?! Let's just say, Marv and Harry are pretty pissed at him… Well, we'll wait and see! :D Oh! And, S Lila 315, this is being uploaded, as long as you upload another chapter this weekend! XD Yours is super intense, too! Well, ciao for now, other people!

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