Post by DesertAngel on Mar 4, 2011 21:36:33 GMT -5
Well I thought that since sin posted her story on here, I would give it a try. This is something i have been working on for the past 1 1/2 years. It is a very drak story.
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On a bright early summer day, a teenage boy was walking down a neighborhood sidewalk. His dark golden hair fell to his shoulder and he had a black cell in his hands. He was pushing the buttons rapidly and electric blue eyes were following the tiny script that flew across the screen. Then he snapped the phone shut and placed it in his pants pocket, he looked like he had some where to be. Soon, his phone vibrated and he quickly got it out and looked at the text, but he was so adsorbed in the silent conversation he didn’t notice the shadow of a large car pulling up next to him. He smiled at the text and began to reply, when he looked up and saw a large black van parking in front of him, he stopped and backed up then he moved to the far side of the walk and continued down, but he kept his eyes on the van.
In a split second every thing changed for the poor boy. The van doors flew open and strong hands pulled him inside, his lean frame hit a cold metal floor and the bright light of outside was cut off as the door slammed and someone yelled ‘floor it!’ The boy tried to scream but a cloth was shoved in his mouth and he was flipped face down, his hands roughly tied behind his back. Small tears of pain filled the boys eyes as he was flipped back over to see that his captors were wearing masks, he was shoved against the side of the van and the man asked him, “Are you Alex Moursin?”, all Alex could do was nod, be fore he was knocked out. Back on the sidewalk a lone black cell phone sat ringing, abandoned.
When he woke up every thing was dark, not normal dark. He felt a cloth on his eyes and knew that they had him blindfolded. He could still feel the rumbling of the car under him, then he heard one of the men speak. ”Are we gona be there soon?”
“Yeah, it’s just around here.”
“Good, I’m starving.”, Alex tried not to move, but somehow they knew,” Looks like buttercup is awake.” Some one came over and knelt by his head, pain seared though his head as the man grabbed his hair and pulled him up,” Don’t worry we won’t hurt you, much.” His head was dropped back on the floor with a sickening clunk, and he could hear the men laughing.
“We’re here.”, the driver said to the men in the back. Alex heard many doors open and the van shook with activity, someone grabbed Alex’s feet and dragged him towards the door. One of them yelled,” Hey, I thought I was taking him.” Alex was shoved aside as the two men began to argue. Alex slipped out of the van and slid his head against the open door to move the blindfold, somehow it worked, it slipped to reveal one of his electric blue eyes. He saw two men fighting and yelling at each other as two others watched, Alex began to get up when he noticed how close the fighting men were to him. Before he could move the Blond one hit him be mistake right in the face, he fell hitting his head on the van door and feeling blood rushing to get out.
More yelling, black dots swarming in clear vision, someone holding him, Bright lights and more black dots. His vision cleared and he saw he was in a small living room with spars furniture and yellow lighting. He could still hear yelling outside and some one was making a lot of noise in another room. An older boy came in with a bandage and icepack, he put the icepack down and went over to Alex, who glared at him. The boy wrapped Alex’s head in the bandage, untied one of his hands and retied it to a near by chair, then he placed the icepack in Alex’s empty hand and sat down. The yelling from outside came closer to the cabin and the door flew open, The first to come in was the oldest man, he had shoulder length black hair tied in a loose fashion he sat next to the youngest looking at Alex. The next was covered in dust and his brown ear length hair was falling into his eyes, he was sporting a black eye, and he sat in an empty chair far from the others, refusing to look at them or Alex. The last had hair that was a tangled blond mess half in a ponytail and he had a fat lip, he stood glaring at the brunet. “Why is his blindfold off?” The man with black hair looked at the youngest next to him as he asked, the boy just shrugged and replied
“I don’t know, must have fallen off outside.” They both looked pointedly at the men that fought, then the leader got up and told the youngest,” Bring him down stairs, you’re first watch.” The boy nodded and went to untie him from the chair, then he tied Alex’s hands back up and led him down a hallway with a closed door. He opened the door that led to the dark basement and led him down.
The basement had nothing but a chair in it, concrete walls with no windows, sounded homey. Alex was led to one of the walls and forced to sit down, the young man watching him said,” Might as well get some rest, you have a long day tomorrow.” Then he went and sat on the chair, at first he watched Alex intently, who just glared at him, but after awhile his mind began to wonder. His head came down and he closed his eyes, running a hand through his short dark chocolate hair, when he looked over at Alex, he was surprised to see that he was laying down, his eyes struggling to stay open and glaring at the man. Within half an hour, Alex was in dream land breathing softly. the man got up and walked quietly back up the stairs, where the rest of the men were seated around a dinky T.V. set and laughing with beers in their hands and chips on a coffee table.
“There’s food coming soon.” The leader looked over at him as he walked up.
“Cool.” He sat down on the couch and grabbed a beer.
Alex awoke to see that the blond was in the chair, he was reading a worn magazine, looking bored. Alex sat up and looked at him, his head was pounding and his arms ached from being tied behind his back for so long. The blond looked up from his reading and smiled at Alex, then he got up and walked up stairs. Alex hadn’t even noticed when all of them headed down the stairs. Two of them grabbed him and shoved his blindfold back on, then they started talking.
“Are you ready?”
“Yeah, go.” Alex heard footsteps moving towards him, then some one grabbed his hair and forced him to look up.
“ If you ever want to see your son again, you’ll give us three-thousand dollars, in cash!” Alex blinked back tears of guilt at the knowledge that they wanted a ransom. The man went on to state the conditions, then the camera was shut off and they all went back up stairs, leaving Alex alone. The fear, pain, and guilt all came crashing down on him, along with thirst and hunger, it seamed to make the day pass at a snail pace. No one came back down to watch him, so all he had to mark the time was bits of conversations he got threw cracks in the floor. Eventually he fell asleep, having odd dreams.
He woke up to hear two men talking at the top of the stairs. “I was just there, nothing!”
“They might just have gotten cold feet, but we can’t rely on his parents anymore.”
“Then what do we do? We spent money on that kid!”, you could tell that he was drunk.
“I know some one who’s looking for a ‘test subject’, they are willing to pay the same as the parents. Just have to hope they take him.” Alex’s heart thudded against his chest painfully and he choked back tears, his parents weren’t paying…and ‘test subject’ didn’t sound like a fun occupation. It was all just too much for him, and he passed out.
The leader, Nelson, winced as he heard a heavy truck door slam. He looked over to Brandon, his blond hair seamed perpetually messy even when tied in a ponytail. ”Brandon, see who it is.” He yelled over the roar of the T.V. Mark, the new kid, was playing a loud blaring killing game and he was inches from the screen. He was afraid that the kid downstairs would wake up, they had noticed him sleeping almost an hour ago. Even though he had kidnapped him, Nelson still found it kinda cute when kids sleep. Brandon snorted from the doorway,” It’s your ‘guy‘.” he made air quotes around the word guy. Nelson got up and smacked the back of Marks head, and sputtered and yelled, but Nelson was louder,” Shut up and turn that crap off!” Even for marks usual sweet nature he cussed Nelson out under his breath. The sudden cut off of sound was staggering, until cackling laugh sounded from the door. Through Brandon’s laughter the words,” He…dr…dropped all… his stuf..fff.” His face was turning red and his laughing was only getting worse. Nelson was just about ready to deck him when a man entered the door way. The mans hair was disheveled and his arms were full of medical supplies he had a dirty lab coat on. He looked at Nelson expectantly and came in. Nelson started to move towards the basement door and waved for the man to follow saying,” He’s downstairs, probably still asleep.” As they tromped down the stairs he heard Jay cuss then say,” Is it time already?” he sounded tired.
Alex’s eyes flew open but he had to blink to adjust to bright light some one was shining in his eye. He heard some one saying,” Ah there he is.” the light was removed from his face, and blinked again. A dirty looking man was kneeling in front of him, and Alex sat up and shuffled away from him. He noticed that the whole group of kidnappers were down in the basement. The black haired leader was counting money while two others watched, Alex’s eyes traveled to the blond who was looking at him hungrily. Alex looked away quickly, he didn’t want to know why the man was looking at him and not his paycheck. His eyes drifted back to the disheveled man who was quickly organizing his things. Once he was done he looked at Alex and grabbed his face. Alex flinched away from the mans cold fingers, but he held on firm and shined his small flashlight in Alex’s eyes. Alex blinked hard as the light was removed. He heard the man say, ”Now you,” he smiled and lowered his voice, ”How did they get you? Why are you still here?”
The man shook his head and his hand fell from Alex’s shocked face. He had thought the man was just some nutcase, but now, he obviously knew what Alex was. But how could he, all the man had done was look into Alex’s eyes. Was that it? Was that all there was to it? Look into some ones eyes and know what they are? He felt violated like the dirty man had reached into his soul muddied it up. Now the man was pulling a small clear vial from a hard black case then he pulled out a syringe and started filling it up with clear liquid. Alex scooted away from him and started muttering, ”Don’t touch me.” he said it over and over. The man called Blondie over and told him to hold Alex who was squirming away.
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The blond obeyed with an evil smile. Alex’s hands were untied one was pulled forward by the man, the other held tightly behind his back by Brandon. The man decided that it was too hard to hold the struggling youth and him inject him too, so he called over the brunet. Alex was struggling and saying, ”No, don’t touch me!” which he was starting to scream as the needle came closer. Pain shot through his arm as the needle hit but the man said, ”Fuck I missed, you have to keep him still!”
The brunet came back with, ”You’re the fucker that wants him drugged up! It’s not easy holding this shit!” Brandon chuckled and tightened his grip on Alex’s arm making it painful. Second time, miss, Alex screamed it felt like it hit his bone. Then more hands were grabbing him, holding him, pushing him to the floor. Third time,” Got it! Let him go.” the hands released and the room swirled, sedative, everything was starting to blur. Brandon was standing over him, he was saying something but the words didn’t register in his mind.
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On a bright early summer day, a teenage boy was walking down a neighborhood sidewalk. His dark golden hair fell to his shoulder and he had a black cell in his hands. He was pushing the buttons rapidly and electric blue eyes were following the tiny script that flew across the screen. Then he snapped the phone shut and placed it in his pants pocket, he looked like he had some where to be. Soon, his phone vibrated and he quickly got it out and looked at the text, but he was so adsorbed in the silent conversation he didn’t notice the shadow of a large car pulling up next to him. He smiled at the text and began to reply, when he looked up and saw a large black van parking in front of him, he stopped and backed up then he moved to the far side of the walk and continued down, but he kept his eyes on the van.
In a split second every thing changed for the poor boy. The van doors flew open and strong hands pulled him inside, his lean frame hit a cold metal floor and the bright light of outside was cut off as the door slammed and someone yelled ‘floor it!’ The boy tried to scream but a cloth was shoved in his mouth and he was flipped face down, his hands roughly tied behind his back. Small tears of pain filled the boys eyes as he was flipped back over to see that his captors were wearing masks, he was shoved against the side of the van and the man asked him, “Are you Alex Moursin?”, all Alex could do was nod, be fore he was knocked out. Back on the sidewalk a lone black cell phone sat ringing, abandoned.
When he woke up every thing was dark, not normal dark. He felt a cloth on his eyes and knew that they had him blindfolded. He could still feel the rumbling of the car under him, then he heard one of the men speak. ”Are we gona be there soon?”
“Yeah, it’s just around here.”
“Good, I’m starving.”, Alex tried not to move, but somehow they knew,” Looks like buttercup is awake.” Some one came over and knelt by his head, pain seared though his head as the man grabbed his hair and pulled him up,” Don’t worry we won’t hurt you, much.” His head was dropped back on the floor with a sickening clunk, and he could hear the men laughing.
“We’re here.”, the driver said to the men in the back. Alex heard many doors open and the van shook with activity, someone grabbed Alex’s feet and dragged him towards the door. One of them yelled,” Hey, I thought I was taking him.” Alex was shoved aside as the two men began to argue. Alex slipped out of the van and slid his head against the open door to move the blindfold, somehow it worked, it slipped to reveal one of his electric blue eyes. He saw two men fighting and yelling at each other as two others watched, Alex began to get up when he noticed how close the fighting men were to him. Before he could move the Blond one hit him be mistake right in the face, he fell hitting his head on the van door and feeling blood rushing to get out.
More yelling, black dots swarming in clear vision, someone holding him, Bright lights and more black dots. His vision cleared and he saw he was in a small living room with spars furniture and yellow lighting. He could still hear yelling outside and some one was making a lot of noise in another room. An older boy came in with a bandage and icepack, he put the icepack down and went over to Alex, who glared at him. The boy wrapped Alex’s head in the bandage, untied one of his hands and retied it to a near by chair, then he placed the icepack in Alex’s empty hand and sat down. The yelling from outside came closer to the cabin and the door flew open, The first to come in was the oldest man, he had shoulder length black hair tied in a loose fashion he sat next to the youngest looking at Alex. The next was covered in dust and his brown ear length hair was falling into his eyes, he was sporting a black eye, and he sat in an empty chair far from the others, refusing to look at them or Alex. The last had hair that was a tangled blond mess half in a ponytail and he had a fat lip, he stood glaring at the brunet. “Why is his blindfold off?” The man with black hair looked at the youngest next to him as he asked, the boy just shrugged and replied
“I don’t know, must have fallen off outside.” They both looked pointedly at the men that fought, then the leader got up and told the youngest,” Bring him down stairs, you’re first watch.” The boy nodded and went to untie him from the chair, then he tied Alex’s hands back up and led him down a hallway with a closed door. He opened the door that led to the dark basement and led him down.
The basement had nothing but a chair in it, concrete walls with no windows, sounded homey. Alex was led to one of the walls and forced to sit down, the young man watching him said,” Might as well get some rest, you have a long day tomorrow.” Then he went and sat on the chair, at first he watched Alex intently, who just glared at him, but after awhile his mind began to wonder. His head came down and he closed his eyes, running a hand through his short dark chocolate hair, when he looked over at Alex, he was surprised to see that he was laying down, his eyes struggling to stay open and glaring at the man. Within half an hour, Alex was in dream land breathing softly. the man got up and walked quietly back up the stairs, where the rest of the men were seated around a dinky T.V. set and laughing with beers in their hands and chips on a coffee table.
“There’s food coming soon.” The leader looked over at him as he walked up.
“Cool.” He sat down on the couch and grabbed a beer.
Alex awoke to see that the blond was in the chair, he was reading a worn magazine, looking bored. Alex sat up and looked at him, his head was pounding and his arms ached from being tied behind his back for so long. The blond looked up from his reading and smiled at Alex, then he got up and walked up stairs. Alex hadn’t even noticed when all of them headed down the stairs. Two of them grabbed him and shoved his blindfold back on, then they started talking.
“Are you ready?”
“Yeah, go.” Alex heard footsteps moving towards him, then some one grabbed his hair and forced him to look up.
“ If you ever want to see your son again, you’ll give us three-thousand dollars, in cash!” Alex blinked back tears of guilt at the knowledge that they wanted a ransom. The man went on to state the conditions, then the camera was shut off and they all went back up stairs, leaving Alex alone. The fear, pain, and guilt all came crashing down on him, along with thirst and hunger, it seamed to make the day pass at a snail pace. No one came back down to watch him, so all he had to mark the time was bits of conversations he got threw cracks in the floor. Eventually he fell asleep, having odd dreams.
He woke up to hear two men talking at the top of the stairs. “I was just there, nothing!”
“They might just have gotten cold feet, but we can’t rely on his parents anymore.”
“Then what do we do? We spent money on that kid!”, you could tell that he was drunk.
“I know some one who’s looking for a ‘test subject’, they are willing to pay the same as the parents. Just have to hope they take him.” Alex’s heart thudded against his chest painfully and he choked back tears, his parents weren’t paying…and ‘test subject’ didn’t sound like a fun occupation. It was all just too much for him, and he passed out.
The leader, Nelson, winced as he heard a heavy truck door slam. He looked over to Brandon, his blond hair seamed perpetually messy even when tied in a ponytail. ”Brandon, see who it is.” He yelled over the roar of the T.V. Mark, the new kid, was playing a loud blaring killing game and he was inches from the screen. He was afraid that the kid downstairs would wake up, they had noticed him sleeping almost an hour ago. Even though he had kidnapped him, Nelson still found it kinda cute when kids sleep. Brandon snorted from the doorway,” It’s your ‘guy‘.” he made air quotes around the word guy. Nelson got up and smacked the back of Marks head, and sputtered and yelled, but Nelson was louder,” Shut up and turn that crap off!” Even for marks usual sweet nature he cussed Nelson out under his breath. The sudden cut off of sound was staggering, until cackling laugh sounded from the door. Through Brandon’s laughter the words,” He…dr…dropped all… his stuf..fff.” His face was turning red and his laughing was only getting worse. Nelson was just about ready to deck him when a man entered the door way. The mans hair was disheveled and his arms were full of medical supplies he had a dirty lab coat on. He looked at Nelson expectantly and came in. Nelson started to move towards the basement door and waved for the man to follow saying,” He’s downstairs, probably still asleep.” As they tromped down the stairs he heard Jay cuss then say,” Is it time already?” he sounded tired.
Alex’s eyes flew open but he had to blink to adjust to bright light some one was shining in his eye. He heard some one saying,” Ah there he is.” the light was removed from his face, and blinked again. A dirty looking man was kneeling in front of him, and Alex sat up and shuffled away from him. He noticed that the whole group of kidnappers were down in the basement. The black haired leader was counting money while two others watched, Alex’s eyes traveled to the blond who was looking at him hungrily. Alex looked away quickly, he didn’t want to know why the man was looking at him and not his paycheck. His eyes drifted back to the disheveled man who was quickly organizing his things. Once he was done he looked at Alex and grabbed his face. Alex flinched away from the mans cold fingers, but he held on firm and shined his small flashlight in Alex’s eyes. Alex blinked hard as the light was removed. He heard the man say, ”Now you,” he smiled and lowered his voice, ”How did they get you? Why are you still here?”
The man shook his head and his hand fell from Alex’s shocked face. He had thought the man was just some nutcase, but now, he obviously knew what Alex was. But how could he, all the man had done was look into Alex’s eyes. Was that it? Was that all there was to it? Look into some ones eyes and know what they are? He felt violated like the dirty man had reached into his soul muddied it up. Now the man was pulling a small clear vial from a hard black case then he pulled out a syringe and started filling it up with clear liquid. Alex scooted away from him and started muttering, ”Don’t touch me.” he said it over and over. The man called Blondie over and told him to hold Alex who was squirming away.
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The blond obeyed with an evil smile. Alex’s hands were untied one was pulled forward by the man, the other held tightly behind his back by Brandon. The man decided that it was too hard to hold the struggling youth and him inject him too, so he called over the brunet. Alex was struggling and saying, ”No, don’t touch me!” which he was starting to scream as the needle came closer. Pain shot through his arm as the needle hit but the man said, ”Fuck I missed, you have to keep him still!”
The brunet came back with, ”You’re the fucker that wants him drugged up! It’s not easy holding this shit!” Brandon chuckled and tightened his grip on Alex’s arm making it painful. Second time, miss, Alex screamed it felt like it hit his bone. Then more hands were grabbing him, holding him, pushing him to the floor. Third time,” Got it! Let him go.” the hands released and the room swirled, sedative, everything was starting to blur. Brandon was standing over him, he was saying something but the words didn’t register in his mind.
