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| Kidnapped! | Started by: Mr_47 on Apr 29, '08 13:19 |
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I awoke, but it was still black. I took several seconds before I realized where I was. Bound, gagged, in the trunk of a car. I could hear the tires on the road as my abductors made their getaway. My head ached, still reeling from whatever the girl slipped in my drink. I tried to move and a sharp pain shot up my leg. Bastards. They had broken my leg trying to make me fit in the trunk. I could feel the weight of my guns, or lack thereof. My face hit the trunk lid as the car left the pavement, onto what I assumed was a dirt road. This wasn't going to be good. As the car came to a halt, I heard the engine stop and the doors open. When the trunk popped open, I squinted as the daylight burned my eyes. "Awake, are you?" I heard a voice say. "Good, it'll be more fun that way." I heard laughter from the other kidnappers, but I also heard the lapping of waves. There was a lake here. As my eyes adjusted, they dragged me to a boat that was tethered to a tree. I saw that the girl was with them. Counting her, there were three of them. I didn't recognize any of them. They dragged me onto the boat with them, started the engine, and went out onto the lake. The girl smiled at me, the smile of a cat who was toying with a mouse, giving it some hope for life, just to take it away. She took the gag off. "It's okay, Mister 47, they just wanna talk," she said. I gave her what she wanted, a look of hope. She smiled her smile again and leaned over to wipe the blood from my face. I hit her in the nose with my head. I felt the bones in her nose break as blood squirted out of her nostrils. She began to scream and I swung around with my legs and pushed her back over the edge of the boat. I had forgotten my broken leg and I winced in pain as I kicked her. "Dammit, stop!" one of the men yelled. The other man pulled back on the throttle as the first jumped out of the boat, swimming to save the girl. The driver came for me, still in my seat, with a baseball bat. He swung and I dodged just enough for him to miss me. As he pulled back to swing again, I ducked down and charged him, sending him over the other side of the boat. I collapsed, not able to stand on the broken leg. As he flailed in the water, trying to get back to the boat, I squirmed to the throttle and pushed it forward with my head. The boat jerked forward and began to motor away from the three people in the water. It was a few more minutes before I got the ropes around my wrists loose. After I did, I circled around to find my abductors. All three were trying valiantly to swim back to shore. I took a moment to debate my actions. Did I run them over? Did I just leave them to swim? Too much chance of damaging my engine or my boat for the first, too much chance they'd live for the second. Decisions, decisions. I decided to deal with the girl first. I pulled the boat beside her and motioned for her to get in the boat. I leaned over the rail to help her. I smiled as I could see the look of hope on her face. When I grabbed her arms, I twisted both of them at the forearm, dislocating both her elbows. Then I dropped her, back into the water. She was flailing and treading water, but that wouldn't last long. The two men were further ahead, as they had begun to swim faster when they saw the boat approach. I pushed the throttle forward and ran over one man at full speed. He didn't resurface. Luckily for both of us, I didn't hit him with the engine propeller. The second man had stopped and was yelling at me, begging for mercy. I did a quick scan of the boat and discovered a diving knife. I picked it up and drove the boat closer to the last kidnapper. He began to swim, but he was no match for the motorboat. I pulled alongside him and threw the knife into his back. Thwack! It hit right between the shoulderblades and he began to sink, leaving a red swirl in the water behind him. I looked around, the girl was still treading water. I had to hand it to her, she had lasted longer than I thought. But, with useless arms, she began to dip below the water for longer periods of time until she finally didn't bob back above the surface. I made my way back to the shore, found their car and my guns. I drove myself to the hospital and had my leg set. I never knew who they were, and I really don't care. I don't leave my drink at a bar anymore, though. |
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| *Rushes in with a note* Mr_47! I got this note about a week ago, and I forgot to give it to you. *shows 47 the note that reads "Mr_47 be carefull if you ever go to Joe's Tavern, the bartender is still upset that you haven't paid your tab, and he's vowing to get revenge; also you should get a new henchman as Mayor_McCheese I fear won't get you this note in time. Signed, A Little Bird"* I wonder what they meant by that. | |
| Reply by: Mayor_McCheese at Apr 29, '08 17:01 | |
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| These are the kind of stories that i would LOVE to see return to the streets. Excellent work Mr. 47. | |
| Reply by: Kishla at May 29, '08 21:32 | |
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| An interesting read, very enjoyable, we must have more of this! | |
| Reply by: Squaddie at May 29, '08 21:41 | |
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| That was funny as hell, people should make more stories like that. | |
| Reply by: Ricardo at May 29, '08 22:50 | |
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| it was an enjoyable read boss | |
| Reply by: micheal_corleone at May 30, '08 16:52 | |
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