A Kidnapping Contrived of Special PowersIt was a normal morning in Messalonskee High School for Renée Silversmith, hanging out with her boyfriend Gareth Calliot. He was in almost all of her classes, and even though it was only the first month of school, she had a feeling that it was going to be an amazing school year. Her three best friends, Alex Goldberg, Helena Connolly, and Brooke Shields were coming over to her house at around five that night. They were going to have a slumber party!
At 2:30 the bus dismissals started, but Renée ignored them. She wasn’t taking the bus today. Renée met up with Gareth in the school lobby. They raced outside together, laughing and holding hands. After a little while, Gareth reluctantly had to say goodbye because his mother wanted him home. He walked her home, much to her delight.
Strangely, when they arrived at Renée’s house it wasn’t her mother’s or father’s car that was parked in the driveway. There were three black armored trucks parked in her driveway instead. Around a dozen men in suits and sunglasses came out to greet her. They looked exactly like the secret agent guys from the tv shows that Renée loved to watch, with black suits, black ties, and black oakley sunglasses.
“Get behind me Renée. I’ll take care of these guys.” Gareth tried to sound tough, but Renée could hear the fear in his voice as he spoke. He knew there was no way he could win against these guys, even though he had taken kung fu and every form of martial arts known to man.
“It’s okay, Gareth. Who knows, they might be friendly.” She replied optimistically, turning away from the weird dudes in suits for a minute to face him. When she turned back around, every one of the weird dudes had guns out and were pointing them at Renée and Gareth. “Quick, we need to get behind the truck so they don’t even have the opportunity to shoot at us!” Renée exclaimed, pulling him behind the spy dudes’ armored truck.
As soon as the pair got behind the car, Renée’s theory proved correct. After a few minutes of shooting, one of the spy dudes—seemingly the leader—ordered his men to stop firing. He then stepped forward, and declared in a British accent, “Young girl, come out from cowering behind my truck and face us like a woman.” He waited for a few minutes, and when he realized she wasn’t stupid enough to come out, he entered a fit of rage. “YOU HAD BETTER COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW LITTLE GIRL OR I WILL COME OVER THERE AND HURT YOUR BOYFRIEND AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE!” Calming down a little, he added, “But no one will get hurt if you come with us.”
Renée glanced at Gareth, who’s usually brave face wore a terrified expression. He looked to her for reassurance, but it was a reassurance she could not give. As she stepped out from behind the truck, Gareth grabbed onto her arm she shook him off, “This is something I have to do. I can’t allow others to take the blow for what I was too afraid to do.” With that, Renée strolled out from behind the armored truck.
As she glanced over her shoulder, Renée tried to ignore the terrified and desperate expression forming on his face. She tore herself away and turned to face the creepy dudes in suits, but as she did, she caught a glimpse of something she hadn’t noticed before, a pair of black oakley sunglasses sticking out of Gareth’s right pocket. Well, it was too late to turn back, so Renée stared into the cold, dark abyss of the suits’ leader’s eyes, “I’m here, what do you want with me?”
“You will come with us. We believe you could be useful to us, for you are very special.” When he finished speaking, five of his men ran up to Renée, hogtied her hands, and threw a bag over her head. Just before the bag went over her head, she remembered something from earlier that day, something that she didn’t think was important at the time... there were three creepy dudes in suits sitting in the lobby when she left school.
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Renée was thrown into one of the armored trucks and driven about fifteen minutes, (but it felt like fifteen hours), until the truck finally stopped and she was thrown out. Renée was then walked, (more like shoved), for what seemed like forever. She heard a door creak open and was shoved inside. The bag was then taken off her head and she was hogtied to a chair.
She was inside what appeared to be a run-down shack, and judging from the distance she had to walk from the road, it seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. The musty smells of rotting wood and beer hit her like a wall, almost making her gag at the stench. By her calculations, there were about five men inside the shack—along with the leader—and about five outside. Renée didn’t know where the other five had gone to, but she didn’t want to find out.
Around five hours after she arrived in the musty shack of doom, one of the five men guarding her threw a plate with a stack of an unidentifiable meat on it. “Eat.” She felt like throwing up, but it didn’t seem as though something better was just going to magically appear in front of her, so she swallowed her pride and took a hesitant bite. It tasted disgusting.
After another few hours of being hogtied to a chair, Renée had had enough. She called over the nearest guard, “Hey you. Yes, you. The big, burly... yeah. Can I go to the bathroom please?” He grunted, sighed, and then released her hands. The guard then pointed in the direction of the bathroom. Renée ran to the bathroom, and as soon as she was alone she took out her phone and dialed 911.
“Hello, my name is Renée Silversmith and I have been kidnapped. I go to Messalonskee High School in Oakland, Maine and my boyfriend goes to my school and is named Gareth Calliot. He witnessed me being kidnapped from my house on KMD. I was driven for about fifteen minutes and walked for about a mile from the road. I am in a musty old shack in the bathroom. There are about fifteen men here, including their leader. They... think I have special powers. Get me out of here, they’re crazy!”
Renée turned around to find the big burly guard glaring at her. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and she shrunk back a few inches. He kept glaring at her for a few minutes and then picked her up, set her down on the chair again and hogtied her hands again. “Stay,” he grunted in a deep, gravely voice.
After a few minutes Renée heard sirens. Her plan had worked! The guard looked confused and cocked his head. Renée would have slapped him in the face if she wasn’t tied to a chair. Hey stupid, don’t you know that sirens means cops? You’re not going to bark at the sirens, are you? In spite of her situation, Renée laughed.
About ten minutes later, the cops busted down the door. The guard looked even more confused when they pounced on him, “What I do? What I do?” he asked. The police just looked at each other like they saw that all the time.
While five cops were taking down beefy burly man, another five were releasing Renée from her bonds. On her way out of the musty hut, Renée saw all the spy dudes getting shoved into the back of police cars. She smiled all the way to the police station. When she arrived there, Gareth was waiting for her. They hugged and she stared into his eyes and asked, “Gareth, you have the same sunglasses as those creepy dudes. Why’s that?”
He stared at the ground, “Because one of them is my father, and he gave them to me before he left my mother.”