Chapter 1

First chapter... has no point.

        The last thing Corey was entirely sure of, was walking his normal strut, and thinking of the bath he was going to enjoy when he reached his apartment. He hardly noticed the dented and reeking garbage cans littered against the grimy brick walls looming on both his left and right. He passed the slight uneasiness he felt off as claustrophobia, and continued to daydream of the bath he would never take.

        The knife that was suddenly present at his throat was only slightly more surprising than the cold and yet almost apathetic voice that followed. “Move and you are going to find your head being separated from your neck. Do we understand each other?” The voice begged for a contradiction, and was pleased when he jerked around. Corey was amazed at his on stupidity, but his reflexes had gotten the better of him. He straightened up and took a moment to breathe.

      “Well my unexpected friend,” he said with a rather pitiful imitation of a chuckle. “Seems to me as if we have reached a bizarre stalemate. Would you mind removing the knife from my throat?” Although he knew they weren’t kidding in the least, he still felt that maybe this could be resolved without conflict, and if it did come to it he was sure to win it anyway.  

        Out of surprise, Corey had not noticed the voice was distinctly female the first time she had spoken, and had to control the urge to look around when he heard her tinkling laugh. “You know as well as anyone that I won’t and can’t now that I’ve started. Don’t ask me stupid questions when you already know the answer. And before we get any further on our little adventure let me warm you now; don’t test me. I won’t tolerate any act of rebellion, and should you have the urge to do such acts remember that I will kill you.” The knife bit into his neck harder and Corey began to lose the calm he had been feeling seconds ago. “But I have the feeling we will get along wonderfully, and I won’t be an unexpected friend, but a happily expected friend.” She said in a false, cheery soprano.

        Corey’s heart sank, but he tried to keep his face smooth and his voice calm as he said, “Then may I have the joy of knowing your name?”

        He was surprised for the third time in the past few seconds by the seriousness and curiousness in her voice. “You still are holding on to some hope that you will escape aren’t you? You want my name to tell the police and a look at my face to give them a description of the maniac who, for lack of a better word, kidnapped you? Abandon hope now. It gets you nowhere, and will only weaken your defense. In any case some one in your position should not ask such trivial questions to a person such as me, who plays a crucial role in the subject of your continued existence.” She sounded almost as though she was talking to herself.

            She began pulling him up the alley he had almost made it down. They hadn’t gotten far before his bewildered curiosity won out over the common sense to stay quiet. “Where are we going,” he asked in an incredibly normal tone.

            She muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “so many questions before saying, “Come on, we have places to go.” Corey found himself being pulled toward where the six o’clock traffic cluttered the streets of California. She removed the knife, and the stiffening of his neck was all the reason she needed to slip the hand holding the blade up his slick leather jacket, and balance it on his bare spine. “Keep your eyes ahead. Any loud noise you make will result in you never walking again and the agony of a broken back.”

            They walked down the road in silence, side by side. Corey thanked his shaggy hair and peeked out of the corner of his eye. Resisting to turn his head and gape was easier said than done. Her dark brown hair went almost to her waist, and her eyes were crystal blue. She wore simple blue jeans and a solid green t-shirt along with a beautiful, yet somehow off, smile. At his sharp intake of breath, the smile disappeared and was replaced by a frown that seemed much more common on her face. She looked over, and Corey quickly adjusted his eyes to straight ahead, feeling like a naughty kid caught in the act of disobeying his strict mother.

            “Keep your eyes to yourself,” she snapped. “You obviously don’t take me very seriously, even with a knife at your back,” she said in a quieter and angrier voice.

            “Well, what can you expect? You’ve taken me hostage.” he screamed indignantly.

            The knife was pressing deep into his flesh, and he felt it break his skin, accompanied by the not entirely unpleasant feel of warm blood gushing and staining his clothes. “Shut up, you stupid piece of s**t! Be that loud again, and I will cut you from the temple up and leave your dysfunctional brains for the birds to eat.” She whispered in a rage.

            “Well aren’t you just a joy kill,” he muttered sarcastically but quieter.

            “I didn’t ask for your opinion dumb a*s! I’ll explain later, but for now just shut up and spare me your stupid comments.” Corey obliged willingly enough, and spent the time brooding on his situation. He was finding it hard to believe that he was now under this strange being’s rein. He tried plotting his next move, and realized he was at a complete loss; he had no idea where they were going or how to alert someone without his back being broken. He decided to focus instead on how he wanted to appear to his captator. It didn’t take long before he knew calm and reasonable would likely be the best, though how long he could keep his terror and natural sarcastic personality at bay was probably going to be an issue. Hopelessness was a vast ocean in front of him, and there would be a lot of swimming if he let these things get to him. If there was anything he had learned in the past six years, it was that sometimes it was better to not think much about things that couldn’t be helped.

“No,” he thought. “I can get out of this. And it won’t be hard. She is just a girl. A f*****g girl for Christ’s sake. Why are you so worried?” The optimism didn’t last long. “Yeah, she’s a girl. A girl with a knife at your back.”

            Night had fallen, before Corey came back to reality. They were walking down a plain, back road that had likely been deserted all day aside from the few bums which lived in filthy cardboard boxes. He tried to identify it for a moment before giving up and just walking where she pulled. He was beginning to feel as if any second his feet would simply fall off, when she said at long last, “Only one more block to go. Hurry up. Let’s get this last stretch over with.”

            The long walk didn’t seem to bother her, but she seemed to realize Corey wasn’t up to this, and, in his defense, not many people go for a five hour walk on a daily basis. Even though her tone was kinder and softer than he had ever heard it, Corey couldn’t help but be disgruntled. “Why did you pick a spot so far away?” he said between pants.

            “You shouldn’t be so out of shape. If you worked out more, this wouldn’t be a mere walk in the park. Keep up and don’t be such a baby,” she said almost gleefully. Corey rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but feel slightly self-conscious and ashamed by her small tease about being out of shape. He walked faster.

            She chuckled when she saw his face and noticed his increased speed, but said nothing more. They took a left onto another deserted back road. He started to feel the inevitable anticipation. “Which grimy apartment is she going to pull me into,” he thought. “Any second she’s going turn into a warehouse and tell me she’s in a gang or some s**t. God! Why me of all people?” The same unanswerable questions circled in his head, until he saw the sleeky, black convertible parked she was obviously headed for, and realized his journey wasn’t ending so soon after all.

            They were approximately three feet away from the car when she said “Do exactly as I say and you won’t die in the next few minutes. Fair warning.” She opened the passenger door, and looked around to make sure the street was still deserted. She opened the glove compartment, pulled a nine millimeter pistol, and cocked. It fit snugly in his temple. “Get in,” she muttered quietly even though there was seemingly no one to hear. She forced him into a position not unlike fetal, but he remained on his knees. She quickly tied his hands and feet together, and put a loop around his neck. Any movement of his limbs would result in his suffocation. She made him turn ninety degrees, so he was facing the windshield.

            She swung the door shut, and walked to the driver’s side. The engine started with a quiet purr, and Corey thought of how fast his life had changed; just this morning he would have scoffed if someone told him he could be “kidnapped”, and would have likely wanted to punch whoever doubted him so. He didn’t where they were going, why they were going, or when they’d get there; the only thing Corey was entirely sure of was he was in for one hell of a night.

Author's Note

Please ignore all spelling errors. I would like any help you can give about details and making it seem as real as fiction can seem.

Reviews

[revenant21]

Hey, I just noticed! Cory.. Aaawwwwwwww holly has a crush on psycho

jk. I think its actually the other way around

[revenant21]

I loved it! I actually think you're a better writer than me....And for that, you burn!lol
jk
Good job on it, really.

[James]

I really liked this, it kept my attention throughout the whole chapter.

[Tori]

YEAH!!! YOU FINALLY PUT IT ON HERE!! I am so proud to say that once it is a book, I got to read it before many other losers! HAHAHA!! No but seriously. Awesome job and hurry up and decide what to do next with it! I hate not knowing what happens....gahhhhhhh! HURRY UP WITH THE NEXT CHAPTER!! BYE!