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[floki,]

Ｗｈｅｎ ｔｈｅ ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒ ｒｏｌｌｓ

The thunder rolls, and the lightnin' strikes. Another love grows cold, on a sleepless night. As the storm blows on, out of control. Deep in her heart, the thunder rolls
- Garth Brooks

☂Table of contents☂
Meet the Characters
Prolouge
Chapter one
Chapter two

[floki,]

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"ℛobin, why do you have to be such a negative Nancy? Lets just get her and get out. We will be half way across the country before they could even figure out that she was missing." Exclaimed the rather large man who was standing over Robin. As he spoke, smoke seem to roll off his breath. Robin knew that he had drafted a cigarette before he had spoke. Then mans breath also smelt like a beer.
Robin bit his lip. He knew that if he even slipped up once this would be the end of him. Robin quickly got out a small leather pouch. He unrolled it and revealed its contents. It held many instruments of thieving. His lock picks and a small pocket knife laid in front of him. Robins eyes gazed up and away from the leather pouch up to the window. His hand grasped the small pocket knife. This window was going to need to be unlatched, and he knew exactly how.
Robin slipped the knife into a small crack in the window. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled up as he felt the breath of the man behind him watched. Robin shifted from his stance a little, trying to find a more suitable possession, but the man placed is boney cold hand on his shoulder, placing Robin back into the uncomfortable possession.
Finally, Robin gave up and went back to his work. He slid the knife to the side trying his best to unlatch the latch. At first he was un successful, but then finally he succeeded.
"Well done Robin, now, go in and grab the girl. But remember, bag her first. We don't want her waking up the parents now do we?" the man whispered in his ear.
Robin made a small nod and slowly cracked the window open. He opened it just enough to fit his body through. As Robin entered the bedroom his eyes seemed to stray around. He could see that the walls were covered in posters of bands and actors. This was typical for a normal sixteen year old girl, right? Well that is what Robin had expected.
Soon he approached the bed. His hands hesitantly slid under the covers as he searched for the girl. Finally his finger tips hit the warm skin of her face. Robin bit his lip hard, he could taste something bitter and very salty flow through his mouth. His hands then reached into his side where a potato bag hung. He unhooked it from his belt and held it over the girl. Robin closed his eyes and swiftly placed it over her head.
The girl seemed to feel something because as the bag drew over her face she started to thrash around. As she thrashed Robin had grabbed her and held her tightly in his firm arms. Robin took her over to the window and slid her out where the man grabbed her with his boney fingers. He pulled her out quickly and then walked over to a van that was nearby. The man then quickly dumped her in the back before getting in the drivers seat.
Robin ran towards the van and got into the back with the girl. He restrained her tying ropes around her wrists and ankles. His mind was racing. That was when it had slapped him. He had just did a crime, he had just kidnapped someone. But he was forced to. If he hadn't kidnapped her, then he would get it. He would have to pay. He would have to die. Robin was to young to die, only seventeen. But he was kidnapping a girl who would either replace him, or take his place in him dying.
Robin clenched his jaw. He didn't want this innocent girl to die. His face turned to her. The bag hung loosely around her face. He could hear her cry underneath. Robin's hands slowly reached over to the bag and lifted it up and off her head. Her auburn seemed to cover up her face. It strayed every which way. Robin pushed away a strand to see what lies underneath. Her striking blue eyes peered up and at Robin. His heart began to race as he peered into her eyes. They were filled with loneliness and sorrow.
"Pull the hood over her again boy!" yelled the strange man from the drivers seat.
Robin quickly grabbed the hood and placed it back over her head.
"Please, forgive me." he whispered.
Robin then quickly climbed his way to the front passengers seat. He sat down and buckled the seat belt.
"Sir, where are we going?" he asked timidly.
"We are heading towards Nebraska." he smiled. "Then we will be switching our van and heading up the Maine. There we will be taking a plane to west Africa. That is our heading." the man said with a devilish smile. And that was the smile that scared Robin out of his wits.

[floki,]

Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ｏｎｅ

Part one
You only need a few people to effect a kidnapping.
Robert Bourassa

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ℰvery passing minute seemed like hours for Robin as the drove on the highway. He could make out the sound of the girls weeping in the back of the van. This seemed to break his heart, because he knew why she was crying. He had taken her from her bed in the middle of the night, and threw her into a van with another strange man. Her life was just being dangled over a frenzy of sharks.
"Shut up back there!" yelled the strange man. His eyes seemed to be like wild fire. Robin knew he was annoyed with the girls weeping. Robin wanted badly just to go back there and free her from the bindings and help her escape. But he didn't dare.
"Boy, go back there and shut her up!" demanded the man.
Robin made a quick nod and slinked his way to the back where she sat weeping. He could feel the mans eyes burn into the back of his neck as he watched them through the small overhead mirror.
"Hey, please stop crying." he said softly to the girl. "Please,"
The girls weeping slowly stopped. The bag over her head seemed to shift up as she tried to look up at the boy speaking to her.
"Why...why did you take me?" she asked, but her voice muffled by the bag.
"It was my job. But I promise, I promise... you will be ok. I will take care of you." Robin responded.
His hands again grazed the bag. He slowly grasped it and lifted it up and off her head. That was when yet again, that he was vexed my her blue eyes. Robin turned his head though back to the strange man. The man didn't seem to notice this time.
"What is your name?" Robin whispered softly.
"Its Christine...Christine Roberts." she sniffled.
"Well, Christine, I am Robin, Robin Stewart." Robin smiled.
A small smile escaped from Christine's lips, and this please Robin. He had made her smile. That must have been some life goal in itself. Making a just kidnapped girl smile.
"Christine, do you know why I took you?" Robin asked.
A cackle arose from the front seat. Robin turned his head and realized that the strange man must have been listening.
"Thank you boy, for making my job easier." he smiled.
Robin looked horrified at the man then back at the girl. He had now placed her in more danger than she was already in. He could have just gotten her killed. But at the same time he was confused. Why would the man want her name? Why would he want her in the first place?
"Sir, why did you take her? And why was I forced into taking her?" Robin asked bravely.
"Boy, that is something you will have to learn in time." the man smiled as he kept driving.
"But I don't understand. Why just kidnap a random girl without any reason?"
Then man went silent. Though his hands clutched the wheel, and his knuckles turned white. Still the man didn't answer. Robin waited for him to speak. He waited for him to say something.
"Boy, you shut the pie hole. No more questions or I will strap you to the back of this car and drag you behind." the man growled. Robin bit his lip but kept quite. He didn't want to get dragged behind the car, and he knew the man wasn't afraid to do it to him. The man had always kept his promises. One time he said if he was tried to escape again from him, that Robin wouldn't be able to sit down for a week, and he was right. Robin wasn't able to sit down for a week, he also wasn't able to walk cause of the pain. So Robin stood in one area the entire time. But you know what the man did, he just laughed. Every single day. He laughed at him.
The Christine turned her head over to the man. Her eyes fiery, and her nostrils flaring. She seemed to be a bull ready to charge. Her mouth than opened as she began to say something, but Robin quickly placed his hand over her mouth and shook his head.
"Don't... he will hurt you. Please, don't say anything." he whispered.
Christine moved her head over to him. Her eyes full of worry and concern. Soon Robin removed his hand, hoping that she wouldn't say anything that could get her in trouble.
"He hurt you... didn't he?" she whispered.
Robin quickly looked away. He didn't want to say anything. He didn't want to admit to it. Though soon he finally picked up the courage to say something.
"Yes... he did." he whispered.

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The rest of the ride was silent. The man said nothing, but you could tell he wasn't to happy with them. You could also see how badly he wanted to smack them back into place, but the man kept his cool. The man drove the van towards a small lot. He parker it there and then turned to face the kids in the back seat.
"Ok, you two are sleeping in here. I am going to be right outside. If any of you try to escape, I'll be waiting." he said with an evil grin before he got out.
After the man had left Christine turned her head over to Robin.
"Robin, we need to go, now." she said firmly.
Robin was in disbelief. She would disobey the man, even though she knew the consequences and what he meant by, "I'll be waiting."
"We can't. he is waiting, he would kill us." Robin whispered.
"Then we won't do it tonight. We need to do it when he won't expect it. But when?" she whispered thoughtfully.
Robin made a small shrug. He didn't know. He himself had tried to escape many times, so it wouldn't be a surprise to the man if he tried to escape again.
"Robin, do you think you can loosen this rope? I can feel it cut into my skin." Christine winced as she tried to move her hands.
Robin made a quick nod. He pulled out his small pouch of goodies and unfolded. There he took out the pocket knife and cut through the ropes around her wrist and ankles. Once he was done he placed the knife back into its pouch and placed it in his butt pocket.
Christine shook off the rope and rubbed her wrist. They were red and raw. As soon as she was done soothing her wrist she looked up at Robin in thanks.
"Now, time for planning." she whispered with a rather large smile on her face.

[baestille]

we are allowed to comment correct?

well this is a beautiful piece of work. i love it c:

[floki,]

Yes you are aloud to comment.

And thank you! The next chapter is coming soon! c;

[Chebubu]

I'm stalking this!! You did an excellent job, I want to read more. <3

[floki,]

Thank you! I am in the middle of making the second chapter. So excited!

[Chebubu]

You need to finish it! I want to read more. But I can't. Since well. There is no more yet! XD

[floki,]

Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ｔｗｏ
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ℛobin and Christine stayed up the majority of the night planning their escape. So far they got when, and how. But the only question they have, is will it work? They tried to think about all the possibilities that it won't work, and there was at least a ton. But they need to try.
Once the morning sun peaked over the hills of California, the man trudge back into the van.
"So children, how did you sleep last night?" he asked them grinning.
"Wonderfully." Christine said with a smile. Her eyes though told a different story. Bags hung under them, and they were droopy.
"Well that is great. That means you guys won't have to sleep in the car. Plus, since you two slept so wonderfully, we get to walk a certain trail to find our next on the list." he chuckled as he held up a small list of names. All of them children above the age thirteen and under the age nineteen.
Christine gulped once her eyes gazed at the list. There was at least ten names, two of them were crossed out. Christine knew exactly who those names were. Robins and her own.
While Christine was studying the list Robin was thinking about the next kid. Was this kid there own age, or younger? Was this kid going to give a fight, or just be weak and not even struggle? And was Robin going to be the one getting this kid? As Robin was lost in train of thought the man started the van and snatched back the list. He pulled out of the lot and drove down the road. His radio started to blast out loud music. After about two minutes into the song it suddenly stopped and was changed into a news report.
"Last night there was a kidnapping that happened in Richards dr. Sixteen year old Christine Roberts was kidnapped from her own room. The police are saying that it could be the same man who kidnapped Robin Stewart from his own room as well. There is no other leads to this case, and no evidence that has been left behind from the man." the female voice stated.
Robin glanced up at the man, he could make out a smirk on his face. He was smiling. Was he happy that he had fully succeeded in kidnapping two kids without leaving a hair behind? This bothered Robin. That smirk, that very smirk scared him.
The man then turned the radio off. Silence filled the van. Robin could here the mans sharp, horse breathing. He could almost smell the musky odor of a cigarette on his breath. His eyes gazed back up at the man one last time. He could see the grey stubble around his face where he hasn't shaved. His hair was tinted with black highlights, but mostly dark grey. It waved around in the air, and bounced every time he hit a pothole in the road.
"So, kids, why so quite? Don't you two want to get to know each other, since you are going to be living with each other for quite some time." he smiled wickedly.
Robin gulped. There was that smile again. He turned his gaze over to Christine. Her face was white, and her eyes wide.
"Looks like a storm in coming tonight." the man smiled. "Perfect timing."
Robin scooted next to Christine and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey." he whispered softly. "Everything it going to be ok. Remember the plan."

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The thunder rolled off in the distance. Lighting flashed and lit up the inside of the van. You could see the frightened faces of Christine and Robin as the huddled together in the back. But the most prominent face you could see was the man. The lightening showed all his wrinkles as he stared off onto the road. The man was stern, rough, and looked as though he did not want to be messed with.
Christine huddled close to Robin, burying her own face into his chest. Her breathing was soft as she slept. She hadn't gotten much sleep since the kidnapping and was in need of it. Robin on the other hand was wide awake. His eyes gazed out a small window in the back of the van. He watch as the black clouds roll in, and the lightening flash around the van. It was absolutely stunning to him, and fascinating.
Robin slowly was pulled out of reality and into his own dream land. A land where it was perfect, and where he was safe. A land where he would be always happy. Nothing seemed to be in his way.
A sudden jolt awoke him up from this dream and he glanced around. The van had stopped, and the man was gone. Robin shook Christine roughly, trying to wake her up. Maybe, maybe this could be their chance to run. Their chance to escape to freedom.
But that hope was short lived when a sudden scream was heard from outside the van. Christine jumped awake and looked around. The man opened the back door and tossed a bundle of blankets towards Robin and Christine, before moving to the front quickly.
The blankets moved, and kicked as a young boy popped his head out. His red curly hair went every which way, and his baby blue eyes gazed up at Robin. Those eyes showed such fear, such worry. Tears streamed down the face of the young boy. He quickly moved away from them and attempted to hide in a small corner of the van.
"You monster!" Christine yelled at the man. "You can't just kidnap a young child."
A snicker escaped from the mans lips as he started the car.
"Looks like I did." he replied as he drove out of the driveway of a small house.
"I hope the police get you, and I hope you rot in a cell where you belong!" Christine screamed.
This set off the man. He extended his hand and slapped her across the face. A pocket of air blew out from Christine as she fell back and laid on the van floor. Tears rolled down her face as a red hand print grew on her cheek. Robin glared at the man, but did not dare to move a muscle.
"Now, keep your mouth shut!" yelled the man before he turned back to the wheel.
Christine sobbed silently. As Robin tried to reach down for her, she only slapped his hands away and curled up into a tighter ball. Robin sighed and moved away, over to the boy. He lightly touched his shoulder, which made him jolt.
"Its ok." Robin whispered. "I'm not here to hurt you."
The boy made a slight nod of his head, but kept silent. It seemed like he didn't want to talk, and that was fine with Robin. But he wanted, no needed to know his name first.
"I'm Robin." he smiled gently. "What's yours?"
"Its.....Peter." the boy responded timidly.
"Well, Peter, it is nice to meet you." Robin smiled lightly. Now he had got his name. That was a good start.

[Chebubu]

Er meh apples. o.o *Slowly claps to get the rest to*