Short Story 2

Daniel had been running for almost half an hour now. He knew he had lost them, but he wanted to be thorough with his escape. As he slowed down to a stop, he realised that he had no idea where he had ended up. An abandoned alleyway. Where was he? Daniel checked his digital G-Shock watch. It was six o'clock. How would he find his way home? And and even if he knew the way, how would he get back without being seen? As Daniel attempted to retrace his steps, he heard a series of soft footsteps pass him by. The immediate thought came into his head that kidnappers were closing in on him. He shook the thought off as paranioa. But something still wasn't right. Daniel continued down the dark road and saw nothing farmiliar. He was lost. In the corner of his eye he swore he saw something move. His dad had always told him to be careful around areas like this and trust your instincts. Daniel proceeded down the road quickly. He didn't care where he was going, he just wanted to get away from these kidnappers. As Daniel noticed more noises and movement getting closer, he began to panic. He managed to find an old broken chair leg next to a rubbish bin. This was all he had to defend himself with. As a man dressed in blue denom jeans, a black leather jacket and a burglar mask emerged from the shadows, he ran at Daniel. In an instinctive act, Daniel brought the chair leg down on the kidnapper's head as hard as he could. He was out cold. But when three more of them came out and went straight for Daniel, he was defenceless. He managed to hold one of them off for a few seconds but then the other two grabbed his arms. Daniel tried to kick free, but he had no chance. One of the kidnappers picked up the chair leg that Daniel had once wielded and smacked him hard across the temple. Daniel was out cold like the first criminal. As Daniel woke, he saw that he had been strapped to a large chair. He could tell that the men had done this to someone else on the same chair to judge by the bloodstains. But then he realised the bloodstains were fresh. He then also noticed the bleeding on his right arm and nose. These men had no mercy. As they began to interrogate him, Daniel didn't listen. The only thing he was focussed on was getting the hell out of there. And so far his chances of escape didn't seem very high. He had to cooperate. It was his only choice, his only chance of getting out. Or possibly his only chance of survival. He had no idea what these men would do to him if he refused they're orders.