Michael, Zach, and Justin are best friends. This story is written in third person as well as from the perspective of the "kidnapper".
Michael - 5'8" ear-length dirty blonde, average physique
Zach - 5'11" short black hair, thin
Justin - 5'10" short dark brown, thin
Intro
He was deranged. He knew it and couldn't fight the urges any longer. Growing up he constantly had to dominate people in every possible way. From his friends on the playground to his peers in college to his coworkers later in life, he always had to have a leg up on those around him. Now the pressures of life had gotten to him and he needed a way to vent. He couldn't take the same bullishit day in and day out. Daily life was driving him mad, he needed stimulation. The house across the street is where he would find it. As he looked out the window of his apartment he could see them leaving. The parents were going on a vacation, leaving their only child Michael in control of the house. Michael was just old enough to take care of things while they were gone. Or was he? That little shit was going to get what was coming to him. Certainly he'll be having friends over tonight. Thats when it will happen.
I'll get all of them.
PART 1
To say the least, Michael was pretty excited that his parents would be out of the house for the next 2 weeks. It was the beginning of summer break and he would have the place to himself with no responsibilities. His house wasn't a big one, in fact was a 2 story brick apartment building. Fortunately the downstairs apartment was vacant, perfect for when his best buddies Zach and Justin came over considering they weren't the quietest group. It was later in the afternoon when his parents left and Michael was ready to call up his friends and see if they wanted to chill for the night.
Michael texted his friends and they agreed they would come over a little later. Justin had a copy of some new movie he wanted to watch and they all agreed that sounded good. All Michael had to do now was relax. He heard the mailman come and went outside to get the mail, something his parents made sure Michael remembered to do every day so that people didn't see the mail piling up and assume nobody was home. The area didn't exactly have the lowest crime rate. As he was getting the mail he saw the neighbor across the street looking out the window. Michael gave a little wave and received a faint smile in return. Michael didn't mind his neighbors, and the guy across the street usually kept to himself. Michael didn't even know his name.
After going back inside and kicking his shoes off Michael plopped down on the couch and watched some TV. His friends would be coming over in a couple of hours and he had to kill time somehow. He dozed off pretty quickly and upon awaking he was happy to find this 2 friends were at the door. Justin and Zach set their backpacks down in the living room and prepared for what was bound to be a 2 week chill session between the 3 best friends.
Little did they know that starting tonight this chill session wouldn't be what they thought it would.
PART 1.5
It was dark out now. Through the brightly lit windows from across the street he could see the boys in the living room. It was time to prepare for his next move. From the bottom of his bedroom closet he found his mask. It was more of a black hood with a thin black covering over the front so that he could see fairly well but it was impossible to see his face. He would also be wearing black gloves and long sleeves. Nobody could know that is was him. He filled up a black backpack with ropes, duct tape, and some chains and locks he had stored, along with a black ball gag he had owned for a while but never had the opportunity to use. He also placed his small handgun and holster on his belt. It wouldn't be loaded, but it would be just enough to scare the boys into submission. His heartbeat sped up as he thought about what was to come soon. These entitled little shits across the street were going to learn how the world works. He was unsure why he was even targeting the boys. Maybe it was just out of pure convenience, he had to take his aggression out on someone. Another glance out the window showed one of the boys getting off the couch and walking to the back of the house, toward the kitchen and bathroom. The man had studied the house well and knew that he was going to be using the back staircase to get inside. The boy who left the living room would be first. Michael and the other would soon follow.
It was time to get moving.
Part 2
Michael's apartment wasn't huge it but stretched back relatively far onto the plot of land which it stood. There were 2 big bedrooms in the back of the house, one of which led to another small room which held the back door to the second story balcony. This was Michaels room. The balcony was a large wooden one with a staircase leading down into the small backyard and side alleyway. Between the bedrooms in the back and the living room in the very front there was a small laundry room, a kitchen, a dining room, and two smaller bedrooms. One of the smaller rooms was off of the kitchen, the other was off of the living room in the very front. There was also a large closet in the dining room right next to the entrance from the top of the front staircase. The kitchen was just out of view of the living room.
"I'm running to the bathroom" Justin said. "Mind pausing the movie for a minute?"
"Sure dude, grab me a water bottle on your way back?" Asked Michael.
"For sure" said Justin as he got up.
Justin took a few minutes in the bathroom. He heard some noise coming from the kitchen and assumed Michael was sick of waiting and grabbed the water he asked for himself. After washing his hands and walking out of the bathroom he noticed that he had stepped in a small puddle of water on the floor, soaking through his socks. "Fuck" mumbled the boy under his breath. It was raining pretty hard out, so maybe someone went outside and came in with wet shoes.
"Yo Mikey" yelled Justin as he poked his head through the doorway to the kitchen, "Mind if I borrow a pair of socks? I stepped in this puddle in the kitchen."
"That's weird" said Michael. "Go for it, and don't forget my bottle of water!"
Justin didn't really think anything of it and went back to Michael's room. He noticed the wet foot prints on Michael's bedroom carpet leading out of the room to the kitchen. "Idiot" thought Justin as he stripped off his wet black Nike elite socks. As he opened Michael's top drawer and found a new pair of socks to wear he could sense someone coming up behind him. Before he could even turn around a black sleeved arm wrapped around this arms and chest while another hand came up and covered his mouth, gagging him. Dropping the socks and looking up into the mirror Justin could see the person who was holding him. His heart sank as he saw the black hood covered face and small holster on the mans belt. He struggled for a second but the man has a powerful grip on him, not to mention the clearly visible gun.
"Don't make a fucking noise" said the man, his voice was deep. "You're mine now, and your little fucking friends will be mine too, soon enough."
Justin mmmph'd an audible sigh and went limp. He wasn't going to take his chances with this guy. Justin wasn't an aggressive person, and certainly didn't want to risk getting hurt or worse.
"Lay on the bed, face down" said the man as he released Justin from his grip and hurried over to shut the bedroom door. The man took a black bag off of this back and set it next to Justin as he obeyed the mans demand. "Hands behind your back you little shit." Justin did as he was told, beginning to realize the gravity of the situation. He was being tied up, was he about to be kidnapped!? The man took some long white rope out of this bag and began to tie Justin's hands by tightly crossing his wrists.
"Please, what do you want with me? I haven't dommpppphhh!" said Justin worriedly as the man quickly found a grip on his hair and handgagged him again with his other hand. "I told you, don't make a sound." The man then took the gun off his waist and waved it in front of Justin's face, "just in case".
Having his wrists now tied tightly behind his back, the mans main focus was keeping the kid quiet. He noticed Justin's wet socks on the floor and grabbed one. He balled it up and shoved it into the boys mouth, who was frantically protesting and trying to squirm away, to no avail. As he took the duct tape out of his bag and began to wrap Justins head to keep him gagged he let out a faint chuckle. "Sorry about the water on the floor" said the man, "The rains coming down hard and I didn't feel it necessary to take my shoes off. Looks like it worked out for me, how's that sock taste?" He said as Justin rolled his eyes and mpph'd again. "Now to finish off".
Justin's feet were tied, crossed at the ankles, with the same rope his hands were tied with. His legs were then raised and tied tightly to his wrists. It was a painful hog tie. "Sorry buddy" said the masked man as he gently stroked the soles of one of Justin's bare feet, causing the boy to flinch greatly, "Looks like you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You'll have company soon. Hopefully your shitbag friends don't try to put up a fight".
And with that, the man sat in the chair in the corner and waited, admiring the work he did on his first victim. Justin could just lay there and hope that he would get out of this alright.
This was going to be a long vacation.