kidnapped
A hand clamped around his mouth, and he felt a cold, thin metal go to his throat. "Shhhh. If you value your life, you'll stay quiet." A voice said. He nodded, body tensing. "And if you try and escape, you'll be dead too. Come on." They led him away, half dragging him down the halls and out the back doors. A dark cloth covered his head, small, tight things wrapped around his wrists which were tied behind him, and he felt himself get shoved into a car. He head an engine start, and himself move.
They drove for what like eternity, stopping after a long time. He heard the door open, and a hand grab his arm. "Come on." They led him up a path, showing him inside a building. They went down a hall, their feet cracking on the wood. "Sit." He got pushed towards a chair, and he sat. The cloth got removed, and he blinked, adjusting to the darkness. "Who are you? What do you want?" He asked. "I want my money. You're how I'm going to get it. Now, where's your father?" They asked. He shrugged.
"Hell if I know. He's hardly ever around." "Do you at least know his number?" "Yes. He probably won't answer though. He won't respond to me, he certainly won't respond to you." The other, a man he had concluded, sneered, teeth visible in the moonlight. "Oh, I believe he will. We call in the morning. Rest well little Griffin. And pray that I decide to keep you alive." James felt a shiver run down his spine as the other walked away.
"You didn't answer my other question! Who are you?" James called. He heard a low chuckle. "You may call me Sendak." Then the door closed, and James was alone. He looked around the room. "So, this is where I'll be staying. Wonderful."
The next several days passed quickly. Sendak tried several times to call his father, to no avail. Sendak growled and turned off the phone. "What the hell is wrong with him? I have his kid, and he won't even answer?" James shrugged. "I told you. He doesn't really care about me. I highly doubt he'll pay whatever you're asking."
A terrible, bone chilling scream rang out.
One could only describe it as pure, raw pain.
It was a male voice, and one Keith thinks he recognized.
Keith's head snapped towards it. "Hey, Mom, that kid from my school is still missing, right?" She raised an eyebrow. "Yes?..." "And there's that abandoned cabin in the woods, right?" Her eyes widened as she put the two things together. "Call Shiro. I'm going to get the rest of the squad."
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Shiro pulled put his gun, pointing it at the man. "ON YOUR KNEES! NOW! HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!" He yelled. The man turned towards him, eyes widening. Then he shot off into the woods, leaves crunching beneath his feet. "MOVE MOVE MOVE!" Kolivan yelled as him and several other officers chased after him. "HOLT, WITH ME!" Shiro called. The detective followed him inside the cabin, and they both pulled out their guns. He kicked down the door, sweeping the room. "Clear!" He said. "Clear!" The cleared every room, stopping before the last one. He kicked it in, and his heart sunk when he saw it.
A teenage boy, with brown hair and slacks tanned skin, lying on the floor. There was blood all around him, and duct tape covered his mouth, with a bandana tied over his eyes. His hands were zip tied, along with his ankles.
"Oh god." Holt muttered, covering his mouth with a hand. Shiro looks down at the boy solemnly.
And then he saw movement. His chest was rising, slowly but surely.
"Holy shit. Matt, get a bus! He's alive!" Shrio said, kneeling next to him. He ripped off the duct tape and the boy gasped for air, coughing a bit. He untied the bandana, and cut the zip ties, heart sinking again when he saw the boy's eyes. "James?" The boy took a few deep breaths, coughing a bit. Shiro examined him for injuries, seeing a deep cut in both his leg and his side.
Then James fell on his back, breathing slowing.
"Come on lil Griffin, keep breathing." He muttered, tuning him in his back and pumping his chest. "Stay with me buddy, come on."
He heard the sirens approaching, along with distant yelling. "Come in Griffin, come on. Just a little longer."
The boy coughed again, but started breathing normally.
Two medics came running in, and he moved to the side.
They put him on a stretcher and took him outside, where the rest of the emergency responders had gathered.
Keith was seated on the edge of an ambulance, a paramedic putting a bandage on his shoulder to match the one on his cheek. He saw them carting the other boy in, and he ran to his side. "James? Holy sh- James!" The other boy opened his eyes wearing, smiling weakly at him. "Keith." He croaked. "Hey." Keith took his hand as they got closer to the ambulance. "What the hell happened to you? How are you still alive?" He asked, taking his hand. "Come on Keith, you know it takes more than a few hits to get rid of me." Keith smiled a bit, tears in the corners of his eyes. "Yeah, I know." The paramedics started to lift him into the ambulance, and he lost his hold on his hand.
"Don't die on me you asshole!" He called, voice wavering. "I'll try not to." James said back. Shiro could practically hear his grin.
The doors to the ambulance shut, and it sped off, light on and sirens blaring.