Re: The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward- The Escape

Postby AlexUSA » Tue Dec 24, 2013 1:17 am

For Natalie Woodward, life was ordinary and hum drum. Her job was working as a chef in the kitchen of some national chain restaurant (e.g. Olive Garden, Golden Corral, etc.) in Boise. The boring was made easier by the fact that she worked there with her two roomates, Emily Perkins and Charlotte (Charlie) King. Now the thing that made Natalie different was that she was 6' 3" and a former basketball star in high school.

This day was no different. It was the usual wake up, eat breakfast, walk to work with her roommates, and walk home alone. They always walked home alone because the three would almost always get the same starting time but not the same ending time. In fact, on this night, Natalie was working from 12 to closing.

In appearance, Natalie looked like the other kitchen workers. She wore the company required jeans/black pants and black polo shirt. She kept her brown hair in a braided pony tail. She wore a red kerchief bandana so that the pony tail was covered while being over the knot. Since it was Christmas, Emily wore a green kerchief bandana to make them look Christmas-y, but she didn't have a pony and she was a blonde, so they didn't fully match. Charlie was an ordinary African-American girl with dark curly locks who usually wore the more typical hairnet.

The kitchen featured other employees, including Jessica Fields, Bruce McDonnell, Frank von Riszt, and Nick Thompson. On this night, Natalie had to close the kitchen. She put on her black jacket, her glovs, and her fleece Christmas-themed scarf, and began the trek home, through snow and all. Emily had left at 9PM, and Charlie at 11PM. But Emily and Charlie would waiting. They had to worry about tomorrow's night out with their boyfriends at the bowl game!

As Natalie walked homed, she heard an unusual sound rustling behind her. She turned to investigate, and instead found a cat meowing. As Natalie kept walking, she heard the sound getting closer, and increased her walk. After 5 minutes, she was at the apartment building she lived in and entered the building. When she got to the third floor, the steps continued.

Natalie looked both ways and proceeded to open the door. As she opened the door, she noticed that the lights were. Strange, Charlie and Emily normally would still be up, she thought as she was taken by surprise by the person coming from behind. Even though she normally would overpower a person like as she spent much time at the gym and was probably as strong as some football players, she was not ready for this. The smell of chloroform (or something similar) put her to sleep.

When Natalie came to, she could tell she was riding in a pickup truck, probably an F-150. She felt a bit dizzy, but not more. When she looked, all was still there, her jeans, shirt, bandana, gloves, and scarf were all in place, except now she was under a large quilt. Then she heard a voice.

"You woke up finally."
"Huh?"
"You were out for 11 hours. That's pretty good. Oh, don't try to escape, because you can't."
"Mmmm?"

This was when Natalie realized what was up. She was completely restrained. Her hands and ankles were both handcuffed, and her arms were held at her side with a belt. In the mirror, her head seemed like normal with the two scarves both in place, until her captor pulled her winter scarf off, revealing the gag underneath.

Natalie let out as loud of a scream as she possibly could have and began thrashing about the truck as tears came to her eyes. She had a 1.5 inch black leather ball gag in her mouth which was then covered by a few strips of tape so that the ball was hidden even though the straps weren't. She sank in the seat of the car. At this point, her captor set the truck in cruise control so that he could put her scarf back on to cover her face.

"Don't you know who I am?" her captor said. Natalie looked into the face of Nick Thompson her co-worker.
"Uuuuuuuu?!"
"Yes. In fact, we are on our way to Buffalo at the moment. We have to make a stop for the night in Minot when we get there. I can't tell you anything right now, so here's something to relax to," he said as put on a classical CD.

When the truck got to Minot, Nick stopped the truck, got out, walked around, and let Natalie out. He uncuffed the cuffs on her legs.

"Get moving," he said gruffly and led her into a house which was occupied by what appeared to be some kind gangster. There were weapons everywhere.

"In here," Nick said as he pulled Natalie into an empty room. The other man came in as well. Nick uncuffed her and together they held her down.

Her arms were pulled behind her back and twisted so that one arm was on each shoulder. They tied her arms like this, and then used ropes to make a rope harness with rope above her breats, below, and more rope coming from around either side of her neck so that her breasts stuck out. These ropes were cinched tightly and left her immobile

Her thighs, knees, and ankles were each tied thoroughly. A rope also went under her crotch, and this rope was tied in a such a way so as to cause pain if she pulled to hard on the ropes. Her legs were bent at the knees and a rope was run from her ankles to her arm bindings.

This was how they left her. Natalie tried to squirm around, but as night fell she knew she was losing energy from lack of food. She tried to let a cry for help, but she could barely make anything intelligible out, and the tape quietened her.

Why are they doing this to me. There must be some reason. she thought to herself.

Natalie didn't know what was happening, so she just lay on the floor and tried to sleep.


[Author's note: many details of the who, what, when, where, and why will be provided inpart 2.]
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Re: The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward

Postby SelenaGfan » Tue Dec 24, 2013 3:40 am

Poor Natalie,I wonder what happened to Charlie & Emily?

Re: The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward- Part 2

Postby AlexUSA » Thu Dec 26, 2013 12:24 am

Natalie Woodward awoke from her slumber when she felt a sharp jolt of pain go through her head. Someone had pulled on her braid. She had been kidnapped over 24 hours before, and she had been gagged for all that time. In short, her jaw ached. She felt disgusting as she was dressed exactly as she had been when she had left the restaurant.

Nick Thompson, her kidnapper, started to loosen some bonds. He undid all but her wrists. This was when the other man came in and helped Nick reapply the handcuffs in front of her.

"Get up," he said, giving her hair a tug, "It's time for us to leave."
"You're a pretty girl," the other man said, "Maybe you can stay longer."

Natalie quickly squashed this. She may have been gagged and handcuffed, but she balanced on a wall so that she could kick the man between the legs. While he was reeling, she kicked him to the ground, which was easy for someone her height.

"You go girl!" Nick said, "You earned that, jerk. Let's go."

Before going outside, Nick again used Natalie's scarf to hide her gag and wrapped the quilt around her. Natalie again was led into the pickup truck passenger seat as before. It was another cold day, probably 20 degrees or less. Once in the seat, he again cuffed her legs, but this time he didn't belt her arms together.

After they had been driving for a few hours, Nick spoke up.

"I owe you an explanation and an apology. I am sorry I had to kidnap you, but there's a reason. My employers demanded it. Well, my boss and his son demanded it. You see, we're a national syndicate. My boss, the lieutenant, is in Chicago and his son is in Buffalo (for whatever reason). The big boss, the commander, is in New York. That's all I can tell you right now, but our next stop will be in Chicago, where maybe we can treat you better."

Buffalo sounded interesting to Natalie, as she had spent the first 10-years of her life there before she and her mother moved to Boise so her mother could teach at the university. This is confusing, she thought, Why would this be happening? She found she could write on the windows, but despite writing "Help" on the glass, no one noticed her predicament. They couldn't see her gag through the ice on the window.

Natalie was just thankful she had overdressed for the weather in Boise because it was much colder now. Since she had the ability to do so even with her limited mobilities, she pulled the disheveled bandana off her head which had been messed up from all the squirming, folded it up, and even managed to get it in her right pocket. Then she noticed the sharp pain. She motioned to Nick, who understood and pulled off into a rest area.

"No funny business. I have operatives, and we WILL find you," he said as he removed the handcuffs and gag. It was the first time in almost two days she had gotten to use the bathroom or speak.
"Thank you very much," she said as she got out to use the restroom. She felt her pockets as she walked: no cell phone. Natalie took her time in the restroom. As she washed her hands after using the toilet, she felt relieve through every inch of her body. Before leaving, she took the red bandana back out of her pocket and reapplied the kerchief because it kept her head warm as she her jacket had no hood.

As soon as she was back in the truck, Nick handcuffed her wrists and legs, but didn't gag her. They continued to Chicago at a clip. Nick continued to play his preferred classical music to create a relaxing environment.

"Where are my friends?" she finally asked.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean, 'I don't know'?! Are you incompetent or something?!"
"Look, if I knew I'd tell you."
"I could eat a horse."
"Well, I'm sorry about that, but you can't eat until we get to Chicago for the night."

When the truck stopped in Chicago, Nick made changes to Natalie's appearance. For one, he took off the handcuffs and reapplied them behind her back. He then took the ball gag and reused it on her and then taped her mouth with fresh tape. Together, they walked in.

Immediately, Natalie noticed a difference. This place had security guards. Two stood in the entry mudroom, and then there appeared to be two on the first floor. Nick opened a door that led down a staircase. All the walls in this basement and the stairway were white. It was pristine and clean, but obviously old as some color had worn out. At the bottom of the stairs there was a right turn which led into a little hallway.

Again, the floor was pristine, but it was concrete. The white walls were clean but discolored from age. The length was about 10 feet, and there were two doors on each side. Each door had a 2'x2' glass window and locked from the outside: prison cells.

"In you go," Nick said as he opened the cell. This time a guard was with him holding a 6-mm. Natalie gulped as Nick undid the cuffs and ungagged her.
"There's a window there to let in light, and a light switch, but don't ask for help. No one comes by here, and if they did, that's one way glass: they'll just see a mirror. You have a full bathroom in there, albeit small with two towels, two facecloths, and a bathmat. You've also got full satellite TV in there. When the lieutenant calls, we'll come for you. Anything you need?" the guard said as he tipped his hat.

"Food," was all she uttered.

"OK, I can do that," he said.

"See ya, girl," Nick said as he and the guard left, locking Natalie in the cell. It was no use trying to escape. The door had 6 dead bolts, and a guard was at the top of the stairs.

Natalie sat on the bed, wondering how she came to be kidnapped by a mob.
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Re: The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward- Part 3

Postby AlexUSA » Thu Dec 26, 2013 11:17 pm

Natalie inhaled the hot chicken soup as as it was brought to her. She had been handed a standing eating tray, a bowl, spoon, and thermos, and away she went. It seemed cruel though to give her soup, so she strained out the broth for fear of having another long trip between bathroom breaks. After eating, she took a long shower, which based on her watch was about 30 minutes. Natalie went to bed at this point as it was already 10:30 PM. She undressed to her underwear (and said a long prayer that no one would come for her) and went to sleep in the bed.

The next morning she awoke at 7:30. She got up and put back on her jeans, socks, shoes, and work shirt. She walked into the bathroom and looked at herself. Her clothes were filthy, but what could she do? She spent a long time re-braiding her hair, and again tied the red bandana kerchief onto her head. Around 10 o'clock was when she got called.

"Time to go up," the guard said, "But the lieutenant said you aren't to see his face."

The guard handcuffed her behind her back. He took out a strange metal ring with leather straps on either side and gagged her with it. Finally, he used a black bandana to blindfold her.

Once they were there, which was definitely on the second floor, Natalie was pushed into a chair. She waited about 10 minutes before the lieutenant came in.

"I have little to say to you right now. I order your kidnapping, and I ordered your friends' kidnappings too. You will find one friend in Buffalo. I'll be waiting. Nick, take her out of here. You have all your things?"

Natalie nodded as Nick helped her up to lead her back into the pickup truck. Together, they went to Buffalo. En route, Nick removed the handcuffs. Natalie took off her blindfold and stuffed it in her left pant pocket; she may need it later. She held up the strange gag.

"What is this?"
"That is a ring gag. It's a bondage item. Y'know, tying up people? Sometimes even kids or couples do it for fun."
"That's disgusting."
"Sure made you helpless now didn't it."
"Don't act like a creeper."
"I'm not. You asked a question."

Natalie didn't know. The closest the 20-year old came was when she had annoyed her boyfriend one time so he tied her up and gagged her with tape for a few hours so he could study. Upon hearing that, she stuffed the ring gag in her coat pocket and zipped the pocket shut when Nick was pumping gas in Toledo: she may need that too should she escape.

Once in Buffalo, she was again led into a house with guards. Strangely, the layouts were identical. Here, though, when she went in her cell, she saw a flash of green and blonde in the cell as they put her in an identical cell to the ones in Chicago.

"My work here is done," Nick said, "Good luck."

Yes! It was Emily! She recognized the face and the hair with the green bandana covering it. They immediately started to talk about how they got here. Emily told her story to Natali.

Emily's story: "I was grabbed while walking home by myself. It was about 9:10 when I was grabbed. A men stepped out in the hallway and grabbed me. Unlike you, I'm only 5' 6" and couldn't struggle. He tied my hands and elbows behind my back. He used rope to tie an x-through my breasts with rope above and blow them. Called it a harness. He also tied my hands to my waist via a so-called crotch rope.

He gagged me a strange thing he called a panel gag. It was a leather plate with a squished ball and leather straps that was as effective as a sock in my mouth. He went into my room and grabbed a pair of my jeans, a pair of underwear, and my other bandanas [two black, red, navy blue, purple] saying I'd need the clothes according to the lieutenant. He blindfolded me with one bandana and stuck the others in my jacket pockets. Whoever kidnapped us seems to want us prepared to use these same bizarro kidnapping techniques on people.

Once at his car, he tied my legs just under my hips, above the knees, below the knees, and at the ankles. He attached the ankle rope to the 'crotch rope,' and then pulled another rope. He ran it behind my neck and down through and around my knees. Called it a ball-tie. They reinforced the ankle and wrist ties with handcuffs

We drove straight from Boise. We being me, the driver and his co-driver. We only stopped for gas and their lunch/potty breaks. I was ball-tied in the trunk of a Ford Fusion that entire time.

My kidnappers were Bruce McDonnell and Franz von Riszt, whom is actually named Francisco de Altarzzi. I got here yesterday and have been down here ever since only seeing people for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. After they untied me, they took all the ropes and left the bandana and panel gag behind after throwing a key at me to let me remove the handcuffs myself, so I washed the gag and bandana and stuck them in my coat pocket because they seem to want us to escape or work for them. I also had to shower and use the change of jeans and underwear... because I had to wet myself during the journey."

"Strange," Natalie responded, "I don't... wait, I do too!" Natalie said, pulling the black bandana and the ring gag out of one of the eight pockets in her black jacket. She went in the bathroom and washed the ring gag. Immediately, the door opened.

"Sarge wants to see you both in his office," a guard said, "Turn around."

The guard took away their jackets, handcuffed them, and used two of the black bandanas from their combined pile to blindfold them. He led them out and up the stairs and up to the second floor, where the Sergeant was.

"Don't worry; we're just fixing up your coats a little. You have little choice, girls; you can join us, or you can take a quick, permanent dive up in one of the many local bodies of water. We have Lake Erie, Lake Ontario, the Niagara River, the Finger Lakes... how old are you, Natalie?"
"20."
"And you, Emily?"
"19."
"Yes, you would make fine operatives. Take Emily away and give her back her jacket!" After Emily left, he spoke again.
"I'm taking you away personally. You're smart; you'll know what to do; I'm on your side. I need you as my operative. Don't lose it all. I even made sure that my operatives raided your drawers: they found two each of 10 bandana colors and one of another, and I had them grab one of each color when they grabbed Charlie. I am sticking these in your jacket pocket, as they are yours. The other 11 should be with your friend, Charlie. I also made sure you got your wallets back. Let's go."

They walked in silence. Before opening the cell, he whispered into her ear, "I want you to escape. I will bring you back up here and make it easy for you to do so. In you go!" he said as he chucked a key on the floor behind her.

"Natalie! What'd he do?" Emily asked.
"I'm fine. You?"
"Your arm is bleeding profusely!"
"I didn't notice from the cold. Must have been the metal on the railing."
"Good thing I have a scarf. Give me that," Emily said, and began wrapping her long white scarf around Natalie's arm. She wrapped it like a pro.
"Emily, you're good at this!"
"Didn't I ever tell you? I am saving money to try to get into medical school. I want to be either an ER nurse or a surgeon."
"We've been roommates for 7 months and I didn't know that! I'm saving money for college too!"
"You also didn't know I was 19."
"Nor I 20."
"There! Feel good?"
"Feels awesome!"
"OK; look in your coat pockets now."

Natalie opened them up. She found five of her bandanas in one pocket, and her five others in the other pocket on the front left of her jacket. She opened another pocket and surprisingly found three pairs of handcuffs in it. Another pocket had three pairs of handcuffs as well, and they appeared to have one key. In her other three pockets (she had four on the outside, two on the inside) she found two ring gags, two ball gags, and two panel gags.

Emily had only three pockets, but in one was her five bandanas. In the second was three ring gags, and in the third was three pairs of handcuffs with a single key.

"I feel like a cop," Emily said. "Natalie, we're going to be OK."
"Yes, but why?" Natalie asked.
"Go with the flow for now."
"Is Charlie OK?"
"Probably as fine as we are."

Three hours passed when a guard came down.

"Natalie will come with me."

Natalie stepped forward, and the guard tied her hands behind her back with rope. Together, they went back to the sergeant's office, where the sergeant was writing on a pad.

"Leave us alone."
"Natalie, I'm going to help you a bit. When the guard comes back, escape," he said, loosening the ropes a bit.
"Why? What's going on?"
"You know what to do," he said opening a drawer to reveal handcuffs and a gag. "Take her away!"

The guard returned. As he started to put his hands on her, she got the ropes off. Natalie, with her size, turned and punched the guard with violence. The gym time and her size helped as she was 5 inches taller than anyone else in the building. She quickly seized the knocked out guard and grabbed his gun. She pointed it at the sergeant. He seemed familiar.

"Good work, girl! Here!" he said tossing handcuffs and a ring gag at her. He gagged himself with a scarf from his drawer.

The sergeant gave Natalie a handcuffed thumbs up. She deposited the unconscious guard in the closet and shut it. She looked at the piece of paper on his desk. It said: Chicago, Boston. Natalie understood immediately.

"Thanks!" she said as she left. When she got to the first floor, she had to deal with another guard, whom she quickly punched out and took the keys from.

"Emily, grab your things, quick!" Natalie shouted.
"Where are we going?!"
"Chicago! Just go!"

They ran up the stairs. When they got to the top, they found Nick Thompson. Natalie pointed the gun at him.

"Move, you son of a b#$!@!"
"Such language!" Emily said.
"In the truck, now!"

Another guard came over, but Natalie just threw him across the room into a wall. She may have been 6' 3", but her gym time and basketball gave her the arm strength of a 6' 0" tall man. Before leaving, she took the man's gun. They herded into the truck. Natalie saw a pair of handcuffs on the floor of the truck.

"Emily, use these on Nick!" Emily quickly cuffed him.
"What are you two doing?"

Natalie slowly drew up the gun.

"The three of us are taking a nice little ride to Chicago. Any mistakes, and I may just kill you."

They threw Nick into the back bench as Natalie took the driver's seat with Emily in the passenger's seat.

"Christmas gang, Natalie," Emily said, observing their actions and their red and green bandanas.
"To the max! Let's get out of here!" Natalie said, starting up the truck and driving off. She handed Emily the gun. It would be much too late for anyone to follow, and if they tried Natalie knew the sergeant would send them the wrong way.

Once in Chicago after a day of taking turns driving and fueling up, Natalie needed some way to get inside.

"Emily, you stay here! You guard Nick!"

Natalie approached the building. The guard was there. Natalie walked right up to him, and he didn't seem to recognize her. He stared coldly at her.

"You have business with the lieutenant?"
"Yes."
"Not just anyone gets in."
"May I?"
"Not at all! Wait, I know you! You're the one Nick brought, and that's his truck! Hey!"
"Sorry, scum!" Natalie said as she slugged him before he could grab his gun. She threw down the steps onto ground, which knocked him out cold.

Natalie walked into the building, where she quickly over powered the guard there too. She just punched him once and then used his own handcuffs on him. She used a nearby towel to gag him. After she did that, she charged up the stairs. The last guard just stepped aside as she entered the lieutenant's office.

"Where's Charlie?"
"Don't you know?" he said with a smile.
"Actually, I do, but I need the address."
"Don't you know?" he said again.
"Know what?"
"I'll give you the address. If you answer me."
"Why?"
"Natalie, I want to help you. I think you and your friends could be the greatest operatives I've ever had. In fact, I'll give you three of our custom operative symbols to take with you to Boston if you join. Then you, Emily, and Charlie can work for us. Don't you know?"
"What don't I know?! You keep asking that same darned question time and time again!"
"Natalie, you don't seem to understand," he said. He looked at her and smiled in a loving way. It made her shake a little.

"I'm your father."
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Re: The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward- Part 4 ADDED TOO!!!!

Postby AlexUSA » Sat Dec 28, 2013 8:43 pm

Natalie hit the chair behind her like a rock. She didn't believe her ears.

"You can't be my father. You're an a Italian. My last name's Woodward, and my mom's last name is Woodward. Last I checked a woman got the last name of the man she married."

"Your mom's not Woodward; it's Anderson."

"How did you know that?"

"That's her husband's last name, isn't it? That is, your father?"

"How do you know these things?"

"You see, Natalie, you were conceived out of wedlock and were born before the wedding. To bear the shame herself, she gave you her maiden last name, Woodward. My last name is Turcinelli. Fortunately, you look just like your mother only taller, so I got saved from the blame. Remember playing with the Turcinelli children?"

"Yes, some of them were my best friends before we moved from Buffalo to Idaho when Mom got the professorship at Boise State."

"After you were born, your mom and I got married. We had two kids: your brother and your sister. But we divorced when she was pregnant with your brother."

"You creep!"

"Listen to me. She felt you were entitled to still know your siblings, so she would bring you over to play with the "Turcinelli children," whom she wanted no part of. In the divorce she disowned them. I got remarried, and by the time you were old enough to start remembering things you were blissfully unaware. Eventually, your Mom moved to Idaho. Your brother and sister grew up in my mob influence, and eventually became operatives for us. I became head of Buffalo. When the commander died, I took over here in Chicago. Your brother is a boss in one of the prison cities we have, and your sister Jessica is married... as she grew older, her hair became blonde. Jessica Fields is your sister."

"And the Buffalo boss is my brother..."

"Yes. When Jessica moved to Boise because her husband was going to go to school there, we got her a job at that restaurant. When she saw you there, she decided to become friends with you, but at first didn't want to get you involved in the mob. We arranged for you to come here in this matter, including you and your friends' kidnappings."

"What about your wife?"

"Cancer... three years ago..."

"This is all so confusing."

"Go to Boston; save your friend Charlie; Jessica will be waiting there with open arms. I won't tell her a thing; tell her yourself."

"Explain the rest."

"The operative symbol is a watch. It has three settings, which can each be set to any time you want. Operatives set the watch to read their local time on the first setting, and London time on the second."

"The third?"

"That is the symbol of my operatives. We're taking down this mob and turning in those who have committed crimes. Fortunately, few murders were committed, but many of us are guilty of them, including the one I emotionally ordered unfortunately... Normally, the third setting is left blank. My operatives have New Zealand time programmed on it. The idea is this: when you see the watch, a person says "Oh, a Luchtler watch! What settings do you have? Operatives read all three because the third is normally whatever they feel like. My operatives have New Zealand though. We are all united to round up the others and get them arrested."

"I don't know if I want to do this though."

"The commander has plans to order the killing of several key political figures. Do you love your country?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Get Charlie and Emily. Have them join us. I know from talking to Jessica that you all care for each other. Beware those operatives who aren't mine, and get them into our prisons or eliminate them in self-defense. The police know all of us: we're just hidden. Once you have Charlie, go back to Boise. Spend a few days like normal and get back in the groove. Figure out who your friends and enemies are. Capture the enemies and move across the country. I will make sure your names are not in our computers as an operatives. You have all the training you need. You will find friends and enemies in Boise are all in your workplace. The owner is the boss of Boise, so he has the operatives work there for their income."

"I will think about it."

"Good luck, my daughter. It's been so long. Maybe, just maybe, we can be a father and daughter finally after this is all said and done."

"Thank you."

Natalie walked back to the truck. She climbed in next to Emily in the driver's seat.

"Nick, does your watch show New Zealand time."

"Uh huh."

"Here Emily," Natalie said handing Emily a watch. She started to free Nick Thompson.

"Natalie, what are you doing?!!"

"He's on our side. We're operatives under the lieutenant now."

"What the hell have you done to us?!"

"Just saving the world before bedtime," she said with a grin as she started the truck. Her sleeves were rolled up, showing the blood-stained scarf.

"Oh, that was a good one too."

"Where are we headed?" Nick asked.

"Boston, to save Charlie, and continue my reunion with my family," she said as she drove off into the unknown.
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Re: The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward- Part 4 ADDED TOO!!!!

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Mon Dec 30, 2013 9:41 pm

A nice complex little secret-agent tale! I hope you keep it going...
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Re: The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward- Part 4 ADDED TOO!!!!

Postby AlexUSA » Mon Feb 03, 2014 9:44 am

I will get back to this. Don't worry.
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Re: The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward- UPDATE

Postby AlexUSA » Tue Nov 18, 2014 11:22 am

Update: apologizes for not returning to this. I promise you that I will get back to this with some explosions and other crud. :)
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Re: The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward- Part 4 ADDED TOO!!!!

Postby jsherwood » Wed Nov 19, 2014 9:48 am

Interesting story.

The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward- The Return!!!!!!

Postby AlexUSA » Sat Apr 04, 2015 6:00 pm

Natalie gunned the truck onto the freeway. Boston was far away, and she tried to figure out how her 19 and 18 year old siblings had already gotten where they were in life. That sergeant in Buffalo didn't look 18 with that beard and early-age baldness. So much confusion. Why had had her Mom lied? Natalie thought deeply on these things.

"Natalie, look out!" cried Emily as Natalie nearly ran over a motorcyclist.
"Whoa! I guess I wasn't paying enough attention."
"You OK?" Emily asked with a frown.
"No, Emily, I'm not. But we need to keep going. Besides, we need gas, and I need the ladies' room."

Natalie pulled over into the right lane and took an exit with a Shell. Once there, she started the pump and went to the restroom. Suddenly, she got a text.

"Sum1 is w8ting for u. Creepy. Looks like attacker."
"Where?"
"Behind door."
"Gotcha."

Natalie washed her hands and opened the door to the restroom. When she did so, she swung it wide and then jumped into it. She heard a man cry in pain as she did so.

Flinging the door open, Natalie slugged the man in the stomach and face quickly with an uppercut and a jab. She swiftly kicked him between the legs, forcing him to the ground. Natalie took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed the mans wrists behind his back.

Natalie knew she had to move fast. Where there's one, there's more. She quickly ball gagged the man and threw him into a nearby dumpster. Nick had the truck ready to go having finished the fueling. Natalie jumped in, and Nick took off before she was belted in.

Sure enough, a black car was following them. Natalie plugged her phone into the AC adapter and fired up the GPS to find alternate routes. The black car was gaining on them.

"How stiff is your suspension?" Natalie asked Nick.
"Pretty stiff, why?"
"If we cut off a vehicle, would we spin?"
"I doubt it."
"I have a plan. When it starts to come alongside you, smash it."
"We could die!"
"Either way!"

Slowly the car started to pull alongside. It was a black Cadillac with dark window tinting. When its nose got up to the truck's door, Natalie noticed the sign: bridge ahead.

"We have a bridge. Time this correctly," she advised.
"Get ready. Hold on for dear life!" Nick yelled.

After 8 seconds, Nick jerked right. He started pushing the car. He kept doing so until it gave way, because Nick pushed it into the guardrail.

"Look at that!" Nick said looking in his rearview. Natalie and Emily looked backwards as the car, thoroughly smashed, twirled through the air and into the river below.

"We have more company," Emily yelled as another black Cadillac like the other arrived.

Suddenly, they heard gunshots, and one whizzed by Emily's head as she let out a scream.

"Duck!" Natalie ordered as she put the window down.

She took her gun, aimed, and shot at the car. The bullet hit right into the car's tire, sending it spinning and barrel rolling. Natalie let out a sigh of relief.

"We need to stop in Buffalo," Nick said.
"Why?" Natalie asked.
"I know someone unaffiliated with these guys who can give us a car. It'll probably be loaded with weapons if I ask him ahead."
"Your phone's probably tapped though."
"Hence why I have a secondary plan no one knows of but me," he said pulling out a different phone.

Nick called his friend, "Fixit," and explained it all. The friend promised to have an Impreza "with full add-ons" ready. Nick smiled to his passengers.

Once Buffalo came, Nick turned off the highway. He trailed some back roads until he was 30 miles out of the city. He turned into what seemed to be a regular driveway. The garage was open and Nick pulled in with a burst of speed.

"Nick, are you trying to kill us?!" Emily said covering her eyes.
"No way! Watch this!" he said.

Suddenly, the road dropped off into the garage and the door shut behind them like a normal garage. Nick turned on the headlights as they were in a strange tunnel. After about 45 seconds of a long right turn, the tunnel gave way to a large garage that was fully underground and ventilated.

"What is this?" Natalie asked in amazement.
"The underground," Nick said with a smile enjoying his own pun as he parked the truck and got out. Natalie and Emily followed him.

"Fixit!" Nick shouted.
"Nick Thompson, is that you?" a voice returned.
"It is, and I have friends."
"What is the problem?" the man said as a tall black male with thick greasy fingers came toward them. He had obviously been working.
"We're running from the mob."
"Rip them off?"
"No, insurrection. We're in a hit list and need something to fight them with."
"I knew the day wouls come. Many of your colleagues come to me, but no one knows any of the others are here as my systems are secure. I hack them, not the other way."
"Anonymous?" Natalie asked.
"No, I am independent. Come. I have something for you."

He led them to a corner with a blue Subaru Impreza. It looked new, maybe 2014.

"Here it is!"
"Sweet! What'd you do to it for us?"
"It's a Batmobile, we'll say."
"And?" Nick prodded, and Fixit took a breath.

"It has everything. Bullet proof legally tinted glass. Several layers of kevlar and thick steel paneling in all the bodywork. Braced chassis for collisions. Reinforced suspension for maintaining traction and safer spins.

Improved slow wear tires with high grip for speed and accelaration. Tires are reinforced to be bullet resistant. Look in the arm rest, you will find a slot.

Feed magazines into this and used the controls here to fire off a machine gun with max mobility so you can fire in the most possible directions, plus another in the back. With three of you, you can maintain both. You can maintain the front and drive, but not the back.

One back seat can lay back further for sleeping. The other hides a cooler/safe.

More weapons: open this tube here, take the funnel from the glove box, and pour in oil for an oil slick. Want action? Grenade drop with this button, but it only works at speeds above 35 mph. Smoke screen here. These buttons push out the spikes in each side.

It's 0-60 of 2.43 seconds. Six speed transmission. Max speed of 165 mph. Plus, I have it getting supreme mileage with 53 MPG on a 12 gallon tank.

In short, I always have two or three like this around for folks like you."

"Cost?" Nick asked.
"For you? None. You have been a good friend and business partner. I miss the days when you worked for me."
"Maybe in a few months, Fixit, if all goes well."
"Maybe so. Here are the keys. BTW, if you lose the keys, enter the door code. You know it, Nick. The usual."
"Thanks for saving our lives."
"You're welcome. And it comes with all the weapons adeauately stocked. So no need to stop for bullets, oil, or smoke."
"You ARE the best!" Natalie said getting in the passenger seat.
"Don't mention it," he said as they started up.
"Thank you," they said waving.
"Best wishes," he said waving back.

Nick gunned the car down the tunnel, out of the secret entrance, and back to the highway.
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Re: The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward- Reunification

Postby AlexUSA » Mon Apr 06, 2015 5:41 pm

The road back to the highway was full of twists and turns. Before they left Fixit's, Emily had a thought of importance.

"Natalie, we need to smash our phones."
"What?! Why?!"
"I am certain they can trace us from our phones."
"Ummm... Nick?" Natalie asked doubtfully.
"She's right. Pry off the back and look inside," Nick said.

Natalie complied, revealing a network inside and a strange chip. Natalie pulled it out.

"This?"
"That's the one! My phone had one, but Fixit reprogrammed it. However, they can still trace me from my number. Your phones are passcode protected so they can't trace you by your number. That's why my phone is off."
"Mine had it too," Emily added as she tossed it out the window.

The road to Boston was long and tiresome, but they arrived safe and sound with no trouble. Nick drove his way to the place where Charlie was. It was a two story house like all the other ones, complete with barbed wire. Nick carefully pulled in to the driveway. Strangely, there were no guards outside.

Natalie and Emily stepped out gingerly. Nick stayed at arms in case. As the girls walked toward the house, the door opened. Out came Jessica Fields wearing a purple baseball cap as she always did. Natalie stopped with some distance between them.

"If you are the Jessica I knew, take off your hat. The one I know suffered from brain cancer as a child, survived, but was left with hideously scars that left her without hair in a patch on her head."
"Do you not believe me?"
"Take off the hat b*tch, or I'll knock it off either with my fist or this .38.
"Fine," Jessica said, removing her hat and revealing the patch.
"Huh!" Natalie gasped as she fell to her knees in tears.

Natalie sobbed bitterly. So much pain was coming back... being without a father as a child, moving to Boise, being kidnapped. It was too heartbreaking. Jessica hugged the sister she never knew she had as they wept together.

"Come," Jessica said sniffing, "Your friend is here."

Together they walked into the house and into the basement. There were the same cells as found everywhere else. These had different doors, though. They opened more like elevator doors but with a locking mechanism inside. Jessica opened a door to reveal Charlie inside.

"Charlie," Emily exclaimed.

Charlie was tied horribly. She had her wrists and elbows bound along with her thighs, knees, and ankles. A red and black bandana gagged and blindfolded her, and a head harness was over that. She was hogtied tightly and suspended from the ceiling at her knees.

Suddenly, Natalie heard a machine gun cock behind her.

"Well if ain't some intruders. We always knew you were a traitor, Jessie. Take them."

Defenseless, Natalie's hands were tied behind her back and a belt secured around her breasts. A ring gag was fastened to her, and she was shoved into Charley's cell as at it was shut.

"Nnnn!" she cried out.

Jessica and Emily were handcuffed, ball gagged, belted at their waists, and shoved into another cell.

"It was nice knowing you, suckers! You'll all be with Jesus in an hour because this place is going to go up," a sinister voice said. "Your friend in the driveway is clueless and will get to watch the whole thing. He'll come crawling back to me when he realizes his hope is gone. I can't have y'all meddling, though. Lieutenant apparently has two little crybaby girls to worry about. See ya in hell!"

Natalie started to panic. This was going to be it?! She had to work out something and fast. An idea flashed to her mind.

Taking advantage of her height, she walked over to Charlie. She slowly worked the head harness off of Charlie's head, and then worked off the blindfold. With the harness removed, Charlie was able to spit out her gag, and and Natalie tossed it to the floor.

"Who is sending who to hell?" Charlie asked.
"Unh unh!" Natalie grunted while motioning to her bound wrists.
"I have been gagged for 50 straight hours, and you want me to bite those ropes lose with these dry lips?!"
"Uuu annn ooo iiiivvvv?"
"Yeah, I want to live," she said snapping at Natalie.

Charlie worked at the ropes, and slowly but surely Natalie got loose. Natalie threw the rope to the ground and tossed her gag across the room. She then got Charlie down. When she loosened the first rope, Charlie hit the ground with a thud.

"I am not trying to escape an explosion just to die of a broken skull."
"Shut up," Natalie said untying her brutally bound friend.
"That hurt's like all else," Charlie said.
"This is rough."
"You're telling me. My wrists are the ones that are numb."
"Hold on," Natalie said lossening some ropes.
"Now what," Charlie said standing up.
"That," Natalie said pointing to the door.
"Well?"
"Lemme try. We have 15 minutes left."

Natalie started to pry the door open. It was a struggle, and the door wanted to snap shut.

"Charlie, reach in there and pull the lock up."
"That'll crush my arm though."
"And you die regardless. Now shut up and do it!"

Charlie complied, and to her amazement it worked, and Natalie threw the doors open. They walked to open to the cell with Emily and Jessica, which was easier to repeat a second time.

"Mmmm!" they shouted with joy.
"Quick," Natalie said as she ungagged her sister and Charlie ungagged Emily.
"Who was Mr. Morbid?" Charlie asked.
"That was 'The Boss.'"
"How do we undo these d@mned handcuffs," Emily asked desperately.
"Let me!" Charlie said as she took out a pen from her pocket and stuck it in the key hole of the handcuffs.

The cuffs fell with a klank, and Charlie did the same for Jessica. Natalie picked up the cuffs.

"We'll need these," she said.

The girls ran up the stairs and out of the building. They hopped in the car.

"Stomp it, Thompson!" Jessica ordered, "She's gonna blow."

Nick floored it out of the neighborhood. They heard the bang and saw the smoke billowing. Soon, fire trucks and police cars were racing by.

Nick pulled over on the side of a rode and into the woods so that the hatch of the Impreza wasn't visible from the road. He changed the license plate and got back in and drove off.

"Another thing from Fixit?" Natalie asked.
"Yup," Nick said with a wide grin, "Police will be looking for a blue Impreza with a New York tag from neighbor's reports, but we have Iowa now."
"The guy thinks of everything."

Natalie looked in the back seat at her sister. Oh, how many years ago it had been! The girls got to talking as did Charlie about their recent adventures.

In the right passenger seat of the back, Emily reclined her chair back. She took her green bandana and blindfolded herself it. It was a long way back to Boise, and she needed sleep as she had gotten none in recent days. She started to get whisked away to the past which had made her sympathetic, gentle, and left her with an ability no one else knew.
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Re: The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward- Memories

Postby AlexUSA » Wed Apr 08, 2015 5:19 pm

NOTE: I am disgressing from the main story line to develop characters here. The chapter following this will establish Charlie's character. So please don't get offended by religious overtones in this chapter as it is merely part of this particular character.

"Mom! I am home!" I shouted as I came in the front door.
"Hi, Emily. Did you have a good day at school?" my mom asked.
"Yes, and guess what? I have a date with Mark!"
"Really? When?"
"Tomorrow night."
"Congrats sweetheart. Now know your Dad will repeat this, but he wants you home by 12. I don't need to say the rest."
"Don't worry, Mom; I know how to repel creepers," I said smiling.

I walked to the bedroom of our ranch home and tossed my backpack down and sent Marie a text. After some texting, I walked back to the kitchen, where my parents were having their daily argument over dinner.

I was a blessed child. I had parents who besides this never fought. I had my own car that I bought with my own money from the job I found on my own. I had good friends who never got me in trouble. I was one week away from finishing my junior year of high school. Life was as good as it was going to get...

Then Friday came.

I had gotten out of the shower wearing my nicest outfit, a frilly white blouse with a red skirt that came to my knees, just enough to not be able to peek. Mark sent me a text.

"Car broke down and had to go to AutoZone. Can you drive to Potter's?"
"Sure," I responded rolling my eyes.

Potter's was a theme park, so I was overdressed and was not going one-on-one. I told my mother.

"Be glad he is starting slow. Don't want someone to jump all over you."
"Well, I will still try to get as much out of him as I can; find out if he is worth it."
"That's my girl," my dad said.

After kissing and hugging them, I left. It was a beautiful night, and the sun still was peeking over the mountains. As I drove, I knew I was going to have fun even if it was my only date with Mark.

As I sat at a red light, I thought all the things that were coming up. A date, finals, party at Beth's. It was going to be an exhilarating time. Having strong A's in all of my studies, I was a cinch for the honor roll. As the the light turned green, I made my left into Potter's.

Next thing I heard was my mother crying. Someone was asking me to count the fingers. I tried to move, but couldn't. All was dark, and then the greatest fear in the world hit me. I was in the hospital. I could feel the doctor's touching my feet, and I twitched. I even knew I twitched, and I could tell no one.

"She seems to respond, so she is improving," the doctor said.
"Please, Emily," my dad sobbed.
"Lord, bless the poor child," my grandmother said as she prayed a rosary.

I screamed at the top of my lungs in my heart. I could do nothing. This pattern continued for another two weeks as I slowly gained more abilities. Friends, family, and medical staff poured in for weeks.

Finally, one day, I spoke and opened my eyes. I could see and talk! Oh, how it felt to be hugged by my mother! I could tell my parents I loved them again!

After two more weeks, I was thrilled as I was wheeled out of the hospital. I was going home and would be well-enough to finish high school. Home never was so great, though it was initially awkward to sleep in a hospital bed in the living room.

As it turned out, when I made my left turn, someone ran the red light coming from the street across from Potter's. My car was destroyed and junked, and my friends heard the wreck from inside. One of them kept me alive until the ambulance came.

I had to get multiple organ transplants was in a coma for five days, which was when I "came to." First, the doctor said I would die, then I wouldn't walk or drive, and then that I would always have coordination issues.

Thanks to my good grades, I missed finals and still got A's, mostly due to my teachers giving me a break due to the accident.

During senior year, "Energetic Enthusiasm" was my motto. I stayed upbeat and positive. Perhaps my grandmother's prayers were being answered. Classmates made pink shirts with "EEE" for "Emily's Energetic Enthusiasm" on them.

I did most of high school in a wheelchair, but I was stubborn. I did extra therapy and searched solutions on the internet until one day I drove myself to the doctor. My resolve made me a regular topic for both newspapers and news stations. Unfortunately, I had missed the college application deadlines during my struggles. I would have to go a year alone before college.

That doctor made me so mad! I resolved to become a medical professional so that others would be spared my fate and be told they could make it. I would research ways to help.

I took a job at a restaurant and met some of the best people I ever knew. Little did I know that my resolve was noticed by others and that my hiring was not just due to my application.

Thank you, Lord. Now get us home safely!
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Re: The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward- Retreats

Postby AlexUSA » Sat Apr 11, 2015 5:25 pm

"Emily! Emily!" Charlie said shaking her friend.
"Wha? Huh?" Emily said startled.
"You seemed distressed. You were talking and crying in your sleep."
"It felt so real..."
"What?"
"I was thinking about how I got here."
"Yeah, well it can't be as scary what happened to me."
"Did you ever die and come back?"
"No! That's terrifying. No, I was in an abusive relationship in high school. Ended in a dead man and a police scene back home in Pocatello..."

"I better not catch you with him or any other man again! Understand, b*tch?!"
"Yes, Dwayne," Charlie said rubbing her arms where Dwayne had grabbed her. There would be a bruise on her leg later where he had kicked her. Then again, that is wht she always wore pants in those days. It was their agreement so that people wouldn't know what was happening.

Charlie was typical of battered women/teens. She was scared of further punishment if she spoke out or resisted. She knew it wouldn't last, though. She had images in her mind of ridding herself of him once and for all.

The next day Dwayne came as he usually did on Saturdays. When his white Ford pulled up, Charlie kissed her mother and went out to him. For some reason, Charlie wished her father could go with her this one time. She stepped out in her jeans and pink tank top and hopped in. Something felt different this time, so she put a utility knife in her pocket.

They started off as normal for the local Burger King to eat lunch. After eating, they went off in the direction of the high school football stadium... but then he turned off.

"Where are we headed?"
"Somewhere special,"
"OK, but where?"
"A surprise,"
"I'll let my mother..."
"No you won't. Gimme that phone," he growled snatching Charlie's phone and tossing it out the window.
"Dwayne! Why the f*** did you do that?!"
"Shut up, b*tch! Or I will leave you for dead!" he said pulling up to a foreclosed house.

He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her in the house. It was abandoned and like a sauna. Charlie gasped. There were firearms everywhere.

"Have you gone crazy?!"
"Maybe I have! Come to me!"
"No!"
"You little b*stard! Come here!" he said grabbing her arm. He smacked her hard on the arm three times. Then he did something completely new. He grabbed a piece of rope and tied her hands behind her.
"Dwayne! Stop!"
"Shut up!" he said smacking her hard on the butt.
"Please no!" she cried out as he tied her thighs, knees, and ankles with rough rope clearly not meant to be used like this. It cut her deeply despite the thick denim.
"I will have to shut you up," he said pulling out a rag.
"Sh*t! No!" Charlie yelled clamping her mouth tight.
"Oh yeah?" he yelled.

He grabbed her and wrapped an arm around her throat to chokehold her while he pinched her nose with his other. She held on as long as she could, but she eventually had to breathe and the filthy, nasty tasting found a new home in her mouth. He placed four strips of duct tape over her mouth before wrapping her mouth with a tan medical bandage as tightly as he could muster. He pulled out a navy blue bandana and blindfolded Charlie.

He sat her in a chair with her arms behind it while he barricaded the house. He was planning to die and take her with him. He loaded his guns, all 43 of them. Suddenly, Charlie felt herself pulled off the chair and thrown violently against a wall, which caused her to hit the floor.

She cried to herself knowing what was coming as she felt her jeans get unbuttoned and her panties get pulled down. She let out a scream into her gag, managing to be audible, but a punch ended that. After what felt like hours, it ended. Charlie never thought she would lose her virginity like this, and it felt horrible. All she could do was cry after he had left.

Suddenly, she heard sirens, and Dwayne grabbed her, took her to a bedroom, and shut the door. There were extra bolts on the door, which he had replaced with a steel door. He threw Charlie into the master shower stall, smacking her head hard against the tile, and shut her in there alone.

Charlie had no clue that her face was being seen all across America at that moment. She didn't realize the choppers flying overhead were news choppers. She just wanted to get away, and the sounds of gunshots reinforced that especially when accompanied by police demanding surrender.

Charlie then remembered her knife. If she could reach it! She got closer and bent herself more until she felt it. The knife was hers, and she quickly sawed away her wrist bonds. She tore off her blindfold, and after a few seconds more released her bleeding legs. Her wrists were bleeding too, but almost scabbed. She tore off the bandage and tape and spat out the disgusting rag.

Charlie snuck into the room. There were many guns, and Dwayne had his back to her. Charley grabbed one quietly and pointed it at his head. He was actively shooting at police, and sounds indicated he had killed one.

"Lord, forgive me. I'm not sorry, Dwayne," she mouthed, both statements out of character for her, and pulled the trigger with her eyes closed. She turned around so that she couldn't look at him. She wept bitterly. She had loved him... until she realized he didn't love her, but that she DID care for herself.

The police arrived, and an hour later Charlie was hugging her mother in the hospital. Fortunately, she had no major wounds. They bandaged her head, arms, and legs, and she spent a week in there talking to police, family, and doctors, especially psychiatrists. The media was told to go away, and Charlie was glad of it.

Talking to shrinks was helpful and all, but Charlie found the best therapy was to have faced her abuser. No charges were filed, and life slowly returned to normal minus Dwayne and plus the memory. But Charlie employed a mixture of grit, determination, and innovation to escape.

Seeking to further make new paths for herself, she decided to move to Boise to attend BSU, where she was set to start in the spring. She had a new boyfriend, she had a job, and she had great friends. But then came this... why would the mob kidnap her?
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Re: Re: The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward- PART 8 ADDED!!!!

Postby AlexUSA » Wed Apr 29, 2015 6:02 pm

I know this story is popular, so I am giving an update. Finals are here, and writer's block on this story is here moreso. Part 9 is in the works though.
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Re: The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward- PART 9 ADDED!!!!

Postby AlexUSA » Sun May 03, 2015 5:39 pm

"Damn, your lives sucked!" Nick blurted out.
"At least we're alive!" Charlie snapped back.
"Don't look now, but we have company!" Emily said.

Another black Cadillac approached. Natalie took control from the passenger seat, arming the car. She took out the controls and aimed at the car and waited. When the first shot was fired, Natalie fired back, popping a tire on the enemy vehicle.

"This thing is a moving weapon?!" Charlie exclaimed.
"Wow! That was awesome Natalie!" Jessica shouted.
"Pretty nice? Right?" Natalie said with a smile.
"Where did you?"
"My secret!" Nick interrupted.

This thought led to a long silence. Emily went back to a restless sleep... she couldn't help but think about the last 3 days. Too many coincidences had occurred.

If the Boss really wanted us dead, wouldn't he have made escape impossible? What of Natalie's family? What of my family? My mother surely has called the police by now. Are we going to be attacked again?

Emily drifted into a deep sleep, so deep she had to be shaken awake.

"Emily, take cover!!!!" Charlie screamed as she pushed Emily down.
"What the heck?!" she exclaimed as the car jolted.

Gunshots were ringing out, and she could hear pinging. There were two mob cars around them, shooting and broadsiding them.

"Damn these scum," Natalie.
"I'll get the *expletive*," Jessica said loading a magazine into one gun whilst Nick took the other.
"Fire at their tires," Nick said, "Charlie, maintain the gadgets."
"Will do man!" she said as she activated the battering rams.
"What is going on? Where are we?" Emily cried out in hysterics as fear overtook her.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed out and the foes were gone. Natalie stopped the car, stunned. Silence ruled the night.

"Charlie, did you grenade them?" Nick asked.
"No, did you?"
"Let's get out of here," Natalie said as she pulled off the side of the empty have highway.
"What was it then?" Emily asked with a wavering voice.
"I... don't know," Natalie responded.
"Creepy," Charlie whispered.
"Then who did?"
"Maybe I hit their gas tanks?" Jessica asked.
"No, their gas tanks are too solid," Nick said.
"Natalie... your father's people?" Emily asked.
"Maybe... but then where are they?"
"Back there, I presume," Charlie said.

They took turns driving home and soon returned to work at the restaurant. The restaurant knew it; the restaurant housed friends for the most part. They eached told their families that their phones were broken and that it took a while to get replacements.

Soon came a night much like that night in December that started it all. Natalie walked in the door, tired, to find darkness. She immediately locked the door and grabbed a gun from a drawer. Something was up. She heard a dull banging sound from Charlie's room.

Natalie cautiously entered the room and turned on the light. There on the bed was Charlie, wearing blue jeans and her black winter jacket. Shehr had cuffs on her legs and wrists and a ball gag in her mouth. Natalie made a motion to indicate silence and killed the light.

Natalie ducked in the closet and waited. She knew her presence was known. Soon, a dark figure entered the room. He slowly approached the closet. When he first peaked it, Natalie, hidden amongst the clothes, could see him, but he couldn't see her as she fortunately was wearing all black: black pants, black long-sleeve t-shirt, and black bandana headscarf.

He took a step in, and Natalie jumped at him. She pushed against the wall and smashed his head with her elbow. He dropped down unconscious. Natalie handcuffed him and ball gagged him. She took him out, grabbed another pair of cuffs from Charlie's drawer, and cuffed his legs. She grabbed two red bandanas and hogtied and blindfolded him. Natalie flipped on the light, grabbed a hairpin, and released Charlie.

"Where's Em?" Natalie asked.
"In the other room," Charlie said rubbing her arms.

Natalie entered the other room and flipped on the light. Emily wasn't there. She looked in the closet and couldn't find her either. She tried to enter the other bathroom, but the door was locked. Panic surged through Natalie as she feared the worst.

They didn't, she thought.

Entering, she saw a pair of legs sticking out of the tub.

"Charlieeeeee!" she screamed, bursting in tears.
"What is it?!" she cried out, running in the bathroom.
"Look!" Natalie said.
"Them f*****s!" she said walking up to the body submerged in the tub.
"How could they?!" Natalie asked as she sobbed hysterically.
"Nats, calm down girl. That ain't Emily."
"It's not?!"
"No... it's Franz von Riszt."
"Then where is Emily?"
"You look around; I'll handle this guy."

Natalie searched the apartment. She looked everywhere until finally she looked under the bed. There was Emily buried under it... wearing blue jeans and a white hoody. Her wrists, elbows, knees, thighs, and ankles were bound with rope, and she was hogtied. She was blindfolded with the navy blue bandana she had worn that day. She was ball gagged.

"Emily, you scared me!" Natalie said, removing the gag.
"I was scared to death!"
"What happened?"
"That gangster was getting set to drown me when Franz von Riszt arrived. So quickly hogtied me and wedged me down here."
"Franz?"
"He suspected trouble and came to help us."
"Then?"
"Franz isn't dead, Nats," Charlie suddenly said.
"How?"
"He kept his nose above the water long enough that my CPR saved him just now. We arrived just in time. He's in here now."
"What the hell?" Natalie asked rhetorically.
"I will be. I have a terrible concussion," he said with a slur.

"Call Nick and Jessica... we have to get the hell out of here."
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Re: The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward- The Escape

Postby AlexUSA » Tue May 05, 2015 5:34 pm

"Nats, what do you mean?!" Charlie asked incredulously.
"They're after us. They know who we are, what we do, and where we live," Natalie responded.
"And what does that mean?" Emily added.
"They are planning to do whatever they have planned."
"What about goony in my room?" Charlie asked.
"We'll toss him in a dumpster; call Nick, Emily?"
"What about Franz?"
"I'll be fine... I have my own car to escape in."
"But your concussion!" Natalie interrupted.
"I'll make it somehow; maybe Emily can ride with me."
"She'll decide on that."

"Nick. it's Emily?"
"It's 1 AM; go to sleep."
"Nick, meet us at uour place."
"Why?"
"They're after us."
"F*ck!"
"Watch your tongue!"
"Yadda yadda."
"Bring the Impreza out."
"Done."

"Emily, get dressed for a trip through the mountains, quickly," Natalie said.
"OK, but we are already dressed pretty heavily."
"We are... grab hats, gloves, and scarves; keys, bondage equipment, guns, phones, and maybe money too."
"Gotcha."
"And you are riding with Franz."
"Me?! Why?!"
"He needs someone with him because of his injuries; he has a Batmobile too."
"Anything to help!"

The girls returned with what they needed. Charley grabbed her captor and hauled him up.

"Come on, bozo," she said.
"That's no Batmobile," Natalie said laughing.
"Don't knock it," Franz growled.
"A minivan though?"
"At least it's a 2013!"

They quietly left the building and tossed the man in the trunk. Natalie drove to Nick's with Franz behind. In an effort to hide, they drove with their lights off. At a gas station, Natalie stopped and discarded the mannin the dumpster. They then went to Nick's.

"Get in. You can leave your car here," he said.
"Where's Jess?"
"Right here," Jessica said from behind with her husband PJ with her.
"Join the party there," Nick said waving toward Franz's car.
"Shut your headhole; I'm taking that back seat," Jessica said.
"Come now!"
"You need me more than Frank does. PJ, Emily, and Frank make a stronger team than you three."
"Don't be so personal."
"Go to frequency 16; we can communicate car-to-car without being intercepted."
"Yes, boss."
"That's better, Nicky," she said with a smirk.
"PJ doesn't approve," came over the comm.
"Love you, too, dear."
"Stop the sappiness already, sis," Natalie interrupted.
"Short-order cook has short-order temper."
"Smash it, Nick, before these two toss each other," Charlie said in disgust, shaking her head.

Nick gunned it to the highway with Franz in tow.

"PJ Fields... your husband owns the restaurant?" Natalie asked.
"He does; Nick, quickly switch to 9."
"Tuning," he said dialing in.


What next?
See any greenies or pansies, shoot on sight. Kill them anyway possible.
And pansies?
Noon on Tuesday we plant. We have to do it before we get stopped by the pansies.
I am chasing the greenies.
Get em!


Jessica reached up and switched it back to 16. Her face was pale, and she was shaking. She looked at Natalie.

"They're gonna kill them!"
"Who?"
"Dad and Rom [their brother, Romano]."
"Hell, no, they won't!" Natalie said.
"Nats?" Charlie asked.
"We're gonna get them first."
"To Chicago, Nick!"
"On it!"
"That's not all."
"What else is there?"
"They are bombing Washington when President Kelmar addresses the legislature."
"Damn those jack@sses!"
"And the "greenies"?"
"Yes?"
"That's us."
"Dayum!" Charlie said with a frown.
"Kill the lights. Hear me, Franz? Kill the lights!"
"OK," Emily said as she turned off the headlights.
"Em, you are driving the sh*tbox?" Natalie asked.
"Such language, but yes. Franz is sleeping, and PJ is watching to make sure he is OK."
"If you say 'Such language' one more time, I think I will cry!"

On that note they proceeded in darkness with no comfort except each other's voices. Driving by other vehicle's headlights was hard to do without being alongside them. They said little as they went along. Jessica slept whilst Natalie and Nick talked quietly.

"How has life been?" Nick asked.
"OK... A bit dull."
"Don't you have a boyfriend?"
"I do, but we lost a lot as of late. We've been busy."
"Well let me tell you that that one day when I had you cuffed and gagged in that chair, you were the sexiest thing I have saw."
"Shut up, I'm texting him right now."
"Ohh..."

One of the beauties of having a significant other is that they respond to your texts any time of day. Natalie began a back-and-forth with her bf. She thought about Nick's comment... she enjoyed being tied up by her bf that one time, didn't she? She even made a game out of her kidnapping in her mind. Her bf knew nothing of her kidnapping, but she upped the maturity of her texts to him.

Charlie sat in silence playing games on her phone. She envied Jessica for being low key enough to sleep at a time like this. She wanted to help, but it felt as if she was embroiled in another person's fight. She was scared but nevertheless confident they would be OK. She never wanted to be captured again even if she had to die fighting.

In the van, Emily sat in silence praying. There was little else to do because her passengers were asleep. She felt unsafe, but with sunup 3 hours away, she knew she could make it thanks to the Monster in her hand. Franz had a well-stocked fridge/cooler/doohickey in the van. She wondered if he went to Fix-it too. These people were amazing warriors to her, and she wanted to help them.

But ahead lay the Rockies, the twistiest spot on their trip. There was a driver nearby, somewhere, that wanted to kill them. They had to play these mountains smart... or die.
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The Kidnapping of Natalie Woodward- The Escape

Postby AlexUSA » Sun Sep 20, 2015 5:09 pm

The story that wouldn't die LOLOLOLOL. My writing sucks...
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