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Chapter 7: Punishent

Kevin's PoV:

"Marv, what do you plan on doing to me?" I ask, while eating my cereal. Cheerios. Marv gave me Cheerios. I eat, trying to flush away my fear of being hurt or even killed.

"Well, nothing, really, unless you misbehave."

"Marv, I just wanna say I'm sorry for hurting you guys last year. I get it, you're mad at me, but please, let me go."

"No, kid."

"Why not?" I whine.

"Please don't whine, kid."

"I'm scared. I'm hurt. I just wanna go home." I pout, tears forming in my eyes.

"Look, I'm not like Harry. I have an ounce of sympathy for you. If I let Harry go first, you would've been hit over the head with that tire iron."

"I wanna go home. I want my Mom." More tears escaping. "Will I ever see my family again?"

"I don't know, kid. That's up to Harry."

"Let me go, Marv. Please."

"Don't push it, kid."

"Why?" I am a button pusher.

"Just shut up, OK? Eat. That's the last meal you're getting for awhile."

I finish up my food, feeling uncomfortable that Marv's watching me the whole time. Once I finish, I say, "I'm done. I'm tired. Can I sleep, please?"

"Why would I let you sleep? We don't go to sleep until nighttime."

"Please?" I pout and beg, hoping my cuteness makes him say "yes".

"Well, Harry's not here right now. So, alright. I'll be watching you, though," I nod and lay down on the couch. Once again, I feel very uncomfortable that Marv's watching me, but I drift off to sleep, anyway...

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"Wake up!" is shouted at me. I'm instantly awake. He grabs onto my hair and sits me up on the couch. "What's... this?!" Harry rips my video recorder out of one of my mittens. I gasp. My message... "Let's just see what this says," Harry turns it on, and it plays, "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." He then shuts it off. "What's that?! Hmm?!"

"I... I..." I'm scared. Harry will hurt me now. Even Marv, the one with the ounce of sympathy. Harry stares at me, grinding his teeth. Marv stares at Harry and the voice recorder, with his mouth open.

"You think you're pretty smart, don't you?! Well, like I said before, if you misbehave again, you'd get hurt. I said that, didn't I?" Harry closes in on me. I start shaking. I'm too afraid to nod. "Answer me!" Harry grabs onto my hair, shaking me.

"Yes! Yes! Yes..." I start to bawl. I bow my head, afraid to look at Harry now. Please Marv, do something...

"Marv! Get the tire iron!"

"Harry, please..." Marv starts to say.

"Don't argue! Just do it!" Marv sighs and gets up from the coffee table. Harry hangs onto me. Again, I try to protest out of his grasp. "Stop fighting, kid!"

"No! Please! I'm sorry!"

"Too late, kid." Marv walks in with the tire iron.

"No! Please!"

"Are you sure this is necessary, Harry?"

"Yes, it is! Now, give it to me!" I see Harry rip it out of Marv's hands.

"Come on, Harry. The kid's scared."

"Good. Let him be scared. Now, hold him,"

"Harry..."

"Hold him!" Marv sighs and struts over to me. He resumes the position of holding me, while Harry resumes the position of holding the tire iron. "This is only the start of it, kid... Welcome to our World..." Suddenly, after intense pain, everything goes dark...

Kate's PoV:

"What does the kid look like? Do you have a recent picture of him?" the police officer asks.

"Yes," I take the picture off the wall of all of us as a family at the photo booth. I bring it over to the police officer and say, "This is him." I point to Kevin in the picture.

"Alright. Mind if I take this picture with me?"

"Of course not. Go ahead," I'm flustered. Peter walks up to me and places an arm around me.

"I'll take this down to the police station, and we'll call in case we see him or any hints."

"OK. Thank you, Officer."

"Yep." the cop says and nods.

The cop opens the door, and I say, "Thank you again, Officer. Please find him."

"We'll try to, Ma'am. Take care," And the cop leaves the house...

Kevin's PoV:

I wake up, and my vision clears. I have a screaming headache. I hold my head and start to cry. "Oh, quit your crying, kid." I look at Harry, who looks at me, satisfied.

"You hurt my head! How can I quit crying?!"

"You had it coming to ya, kid." Harry holds up my voice recorder. "This..." He smashes my voice recorder to the floor. I gasp. My heart sinks and fear grows in me more. Without my voice recorder, how can I get away? Can I get away? Why am I doubting myself? I took care of these guys before, I can do it again. "Will be of no use to you, anymore. Pretty smart, I'll tell ya. Veeery smart."

"I should be. I kicked your big horse's asses before."

"Well, we're gonna kick your little horse's ass this time, kid. We're in charge this time..."

"You had no right to kidnap me... Just let me go..."

"Nope." Harry says, simply, not even having to think about it.

"Why?!"

"Revenge."

"That was last year! Just let it go! I'm sorry, OK?! Just please, let me go!" I keep holding my head in pain.

"Now you know how we felt, kid."

"I'm only nine! I want my family! I want my Mom!" I do... Even though my family can be mean sometimes, they're like Heaven, compared to this... I want Mom, Dad, Buzz, Megan, Linnie, and Jeff... I miss them... I wanna go home...

"Well, guess what, you little bastard, you'll never see your family again." I feel like my heart just got punched. Never... see... my family... again?... "Marv! Marv!" Marv enters the room. "Watch him. I'll be right back," And Harry leaves 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 little Kevi (my nickname for him)? :( Well, we'll see! Ciao! ^_^

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