Dale was the most cheerful friend that anyone could ever have. He was upbeat, smart, and loved cycling. And today, Dale was going to train. Like all good athletes, Dale knew that he had to stay in shape in order to any kind of event. He had already plotted his trek. He expected that it would take him half an hour to bike from his house to his best friend's house. Dale strapped on his helmet and pedaled forward at a nice, steady pace.
When Dale reached the huge house that belonged to Nathan, he dismounted and walked up the steps. He didn't even reach the door.
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Nathan dropped his cell phone onto the carpet floor beside him and picked up his gaming controller. Dale was going to be here in half an hour. Nathan was already wearing his swim trunks, knowing that he and Dale would be in the pool all morning. The porch door opened, and before he could move, Nathan fell unconscious.
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It could be worse, Andrew thought to himself. Unseen kidnappers had taken him from his lonely house two days ago and left him to an RV. He was brought food and water, and he took one of the two beds, while Jacob, his friend, took the other. Andrew had been calculating and plotting for days, searching for an escape route in the tomb that held him.
The Door to the RV opened and two figures, dressed in black and face masks, dragged two boys his age in, threw them into the room, and left. Andrew leaped to his feet, but the figures just re-bolted the door. It all happened so fast that Andrew didn't have time to say a word, or even to attack them.\
"Jacob, help me take them to the bed." Andrew Called. Jacob nodded and helped lift them onto the awaiting beds.
"If they used the rod, they should be awake by now right?" Jacob asked. Andrew shook his head sadly.
"We're just used to it. They've never felt the effects of the rod. If we're lucky, they should be able to talk by dinnertime. But these two look athletic, so we shouldn't have a problem." He Answered.
Andrew and Jacob reclined on the cushioned bench opposite of the door and waited. Jacob eventually fell asleep, but Andrew had perfect posture, not even showing a sign of being tired. He couldn't sleep even if he wanted to.
But Andrew didn't have much time to ponder his thoughts, because both of the newcomers were awake and trying to sit up.Andrew rushed over to the bedside and pushed them down so that they lay flat.
"No, not yet." Andrew told them in a smooth, patient voice. "You're not ready to get up yet. I'll explain everything while you recover your strength."
And, true to his word, Andrew began to tell them his story.