Chapter 8: Double Kidnapped

I heard glass shattered and my eyes flickered opened. There was something wrong. I can tell from my instinct and the sound of silence around me. I looked around seeing that it was normal, but it was quiet; too quiet.

I glanced down and lifted my bandage leg, over to the side of the couch. Something happened. I shook my head, and my long hair tangled down to my dress. I forgot that I was still wearing this dress. I stood up and began to take a few steps away from the living room, glancing over to the kitchen table. Where is he?

I slowly walked over the table and saw shattered glass all over the wooden floor. The moment I saw the glass, I heard someone breathing behind me.

I turned around and lifted my leg high and kicked into his neck with a spin. The man laid flat on the floor, trying to stand up. I placed my bandage leg over the man's back and pressed him down, "Who are you?" I questioned with a demand. The man chuckled as he reached for my other leg and grabbed it.

I quickly, bounced off him, and twisted his hand with knuckles cracking as he yelled. He was quite big for a person, but I couldn't see his face because of the fabric mask he was wearing. I have to do something for this person to give up.

I spun my body over the man, kicked him the back of his spine; he reacted. Moving quickly again I took control of my painful twisted ankle and kneed the man in the stomach. He lay still on the ground.

I came over to him and pulled the mask off. I glanced at him again and he was indeed one of those waiters on the other day. I wondered how they tracked us down. But that was when I heard a gun clicked behind me. I smiled and turned around feeling my dress spun.

Facing in front of me was the other waiter on that day. He was holding unconscious Dean carelessly by his jacket collar. I smiled at him, trying to be one of those girly girls. "What are you up to?" I asked politely.

The man with a masked face grinned, "You're pretty hot for a girl bodyguard." He replied, "Come here and you'll be safe with me." He said, with those eyes looking at my legs.

I smiled and followed his instructions, but I planned something else. Reaching under my dress, I hid a gun behind. I held the gun firmly, drawing it in front of his eyes and shot his hand holding the gun. Indeed the man reacted, dropping his gun to the ground and let go of Dean lying on the floor.

I smiled, shooting another two bullets into his legs so he can't walk, and I picked up his gun. "Not so lucky for you today." I said to him, and pulled off the mask. Blood trickled over his hand and feet. I know this was cruel but it was better than killing them with a shot in the heart or the head.

I placed my gun back under my dress and came over to Dean. Dragging him over my shoulder, he was heavy, too heavy. I walked over to the couch where the first man laid still, but the moment I took another step, I heard something spray over me. I quickly reacted, covering over my nose, but it was too late. I inhaled a bit of the smoke, and my eyes began to shut. I couldn't take control of me anymore. I heard laughter and I fell down as I dropped Dean over my shoulders.

His identity hidden behind his motorbike helmet, as he stood there watching the two got dragged by the waiters into a van, covered by white curtains of the hotel room. When the two men got into the front seat and drove off, he started his motorbike and followed the van.

Driving for about half-an-hour, they finally stopped and pulled out the two unconscious bodies. The one who was badly injured smiled as he glanced at the girl. Who knows what happens next if he didn't follow them. But as he watched they were dragged into a metal car yard; an empty place with only sand and rust from the old cars that surrounded the place.

He got off his bike and quietly followed them in.

I heard rumours and whispers as felt my heavy eyes blinked. Where am I? I told myself and then I triggered the memory, I was sprayed by that smoke. I moved my hand but I nothing budged; feeling a tight rope holding my arms together hung somewhere up above my head. I was weak, too weak to be moving, so I lay still until I have enough strength.

"Where is he?" The one who sounded like the leader ordered.

"Brother, he's hanging there." One of the younger ones pointed.

"Good," the leader chuckled, "I've been waiting all this time for him." He came closer to Dean. "Looks like his still a player after all these years."

The leader smiled and adjusted his black leather jacket, turning over to me. "And what have we here?" He grinned, "Such a cute girl too actually."

"Brother," the young one answered, "She's a bodyguard protecting Dean at the moment."

"Wow." He amazed, "Very interesting." He walked around me, "She would be fun to play around with."

I so wanted to kick this person, but if I do that worst trouble would come over me more. So I maintained myself and lay still, listening to these people.

"You." The leader pointed, "Wake him up."

The boy nodded and splashed a bucket of ice cold water over Dean. I heard Dean woke up and water was dripping to the sand under his shoes.

"Hi there," he greeted the leader, "Nice to see you again, Josh," He chuckled to himself, "or would I say Jerk," Even though he was the one tied up.

"You want trouble now, Dean." Josh warned, "I don't mind giving it to you," He walked over to me, "Or your girl bodyguard over here."

Dean smiled, "She's a bodyguard, Josh." He grinned, "She's not as easy as she looks."

"Really?" he exclaimed, "Well, at the moment she's tied up." Josh smiled and touched my hair, "What do you think she could do to me, like this?"

Dean chuckled, "I don't know." He smiled again, seeing my fingers moving a bit, "But I guess it would be something out of the ordinary."

Josh burst to laughter, "You really exaggerated," He paused, "just like those days."

I can't hold it in anymore! I have to do something, he keeps touching me.

"Like I said," He began, "you're still a big wuss–"

I kicked him hard in the 'you know where spot'. And he didn't even have a chance to finish his sentence, laying straight dead on the ground.

Dean laughed, "Good one." He said as I look up, "Glad to see that you're back."

I grinned, "Well," I smiled again, "I don't mind doing this at all." I glared down who seemed like the person talking all along.

"Brother!" The others came over to him, "Are you alright?"

Josh looked up at me and glared, "You!" He yelled.

"What?" I said innocently, "I didn't do anything." As I tried to pull time to untie myself.

"How dare you?"

Dean grinned, "She dares to do anything, Josh." He sighed, "Just give it up."

Still lying on the ground, his eyes strained, "Get her!" He commanded the others to grab for me.

Just in time for me to fly up, I lifted myself over the rope and I kicked them with my bandaged foot. They all laid still, as the next bunch came up. I spun myself around the rope and released the energy stored in the rope, spinning myself faster and faster hitting them with my pointy high heel shoe that I have left on my left foot.

Each had a mark over their face as my high heel hit them. And here was my chance. My hands slipped out of the tied ropes, because this was some technique that BlackArrow Academy trained for me for three months and it occurred naturally, pulling my gun under my dress out.

The boys smiled and I smiled back, holding the gun and shooting each in their legs so that they can't move. I really don't want to do so, but I was the best other than killing them. With the twelve of them lying on the floor, I pointed the gun at Dean and smiled.

His faced changed immediately, thinking if I was going to shoot him or not. I smiled again and aimed higher, just where the rope was hanging him. With a blink of an eye, he was released. "Thanks." He replied.

I turned to Josh, who was still lying there still, "What do you want me to do with him?" I asked.

"Whatever you want." He grinned at me.

"Okay," I said, "Let's tie him up-side-down."

Dean smiled back, "That's a great idea."

Running away from the yard, we were laughing. "How did you do that?" Dean asked me.

"No idea." I smiled back.

"You're really a bodyguard when you said it, weren't you?"

"Yep." I glanced down at my bandaged foot, feeling the pain beginning to rise up. "Gosh, this is painful." I pointed.

Dean glanced down, "Oh, that." He replied, "You used your twisted ankle to hit them didn't you?"

"Yeah..."

He smiled and lowered himself down in front of me, "Hop on." He said showing me his back, "I'll carry you home."

"What?"

"Just hop on, would you?" He complained, "It was pretty much my fault knowing these guys in the first place."

I glanced back at the metal car yard.

He stood up again and walked over to me, throwing his hands over my shoulders and I was on his back.

"Let me down!" I began to yell, "I don't want you to carry me!"

"C'mon!" He said, "It's for your safety, for god's sake!"

"Let me go!" I continued, but I was interrupted when I saw him.

"Good to see that you got out by yourself." A person said, standing there with a helmet on his head.

The boy came closer to Dean and began to take off his helmet. I saw his green eyes looking at me, "Harris?"

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