Part 1: The capture
"Finally" thought Chris as the bell rang. He couldn't wait to get out of school that friday. After all, he was about to have the house to himself all weekend. This was a bid deal, you see, Chris was only 14, and at 4 foot 4, (1.3 meters) he was the shortest boy in his 8th grade class. Everybody kept teasing him saying things like "Elementary school's across the street." But his parents obviously knew he was old enough to take care of himself, so he got ready to walk home.
"Middle schoolers" said Troy. The man sat in his dark grey sedan a few blocks away from the middle school... waiting. He'd been hired to abduct a boy from school. He checked his paperwork again. The picture showed a boy who appeared to be about 10, although his papers insisted he was 14. Not that he minded. He was still prepared to make his move, but the boy was late. It was 2:45 pm. School was let out at 2:30. What could possibly be taking so long?
As Chris left school, he was already planning his weekend.
"First thing I'm gonna do is take a swim in the pool." He said aloud to no one in particular. He began the walk down the street. It was sort of spooky, even though it was 3 in the afternoon. Then again, most kids are gone in the first 15 minuets of the bell, and he'd stopped in the restroom to change into his swim trunks. He decided not to worry about how alone he was and just keep walking. He started humming his favorite song while he walked. Suddenly, a grey sedan pulled out from an ally he'd just passed. The window rolled down and he saw a man who looked to be in his 20's.
"Hey there kiddo. You know school was let out half an hour ago. Need a lift?" Chris stopped. He knew what his parents had told him about "stranger danger."
"No thanks, I'll be ok." he said.
Are you sure? you don't want kidnappers to get you now, do you?" the man asked. Chris breathed easier. Why would this man warn him about kidnappers if he meant him harm?
"Besides," Chris thought, "he seems nice enough, and I can take care of myself."
"You coming kid?" asked the man.
"Sure. I live 5 blocks away from here." Said Chris. And with that, he got in the passenger seat. He felt he needed to know his driver, so the two introduced themselves.
"What a gullible boy," thought Troy. That was the easiest thing he'd ever done.
"Turn here," said Chris. "this is my street." Troy nodded and drove straight. He could hardly keep the grin off his face when Chris asked, "Um, you missed it."
"I know," said Troy.
"But, that's where my house is," said Chris. The boy sounded nervous now.
"We're not going to your house," said Troy. Chris started to pull on the door handle, only to discover it only worked on the outside. "didn't your mother ever teach you not to get into a stranger's car?
"Come on, this isn't funny," said Chris.
"No it isn't. It's dead serious," said Troy. He pulled down a wooded road. Nobody would be out here at this time. "Now we're going to be spending some quality time together for a few days. If you behave, it won't be so hard." He stopped the car alongside of the road. "Now, step out of the car, and don't even think about running away." He said.
Chris didn't know what to do. His heart was pounding. He realized that he was being kidnapped and there was nothing he could do to escape. So he stepped out of the car when his captor opened the door for him. They went to the back, and Troy opened the trunk. He pulled out a roll of silver duct tape and a ziplock bag with a cloth inside it.
Turn around, hands behind you," said Troy. Chris did as he was told, realizing that he had taken his flip flops off in the front seat. His hands were duct taped behind him, followed by his feet and knees. Troy turned him around roughly and smiled at him. He was sat down in the open trunk. Chris swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. He had never been this scared in his life. Troy stood in front of him and said, "Put your lips together." Seeing no other choice in the matter, Chris did what he was told. Troy then wrapped the duct tape around his head and even placed a few strips under his jaw, effectively gagging him. Troy threw the duct tape into the trunk and removed the cloth fro the bag. It smelled funny.
"Sleep tight," said Troy with a grin, and placed the cloth over Chris' face. Instantly he felt very tired, like he'd just stayed awake for 3 days. He felt himself being pushed into a fetal position, and heard a load "thud" of the trunk being closed, just as he fell asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED...