The Rogue Alphas

Take a Walk

When she reached a fork in the trails, she stopped and read the sign post arrows, "Left: Bike Trails and turtle pond. Right: River with canoe launch and treehouses."

Deciding to take a right to go see the treehouses, Marcy walked, for what felt like forever. She took in all the scenery and just admired the tranquility. No honking cars, people, and especially no arguing friends. Wild flowers were in bloom this time of year and this forest was abundant with an array of colors. She snapped pictures here and there of the wild berry bushes and vines that snaked up the trees. Some patches of flowers look to have been eaten by the wildlife. She walked for a while saw the stream from the trail and some people passing by in their canoes. She almost turned back until she finally saw the sign for the treehouses. There she saw several of the tall, girthy trees had tree houses built around them with bridges connecting them

- Perfect photo opportunity! My mom is gonna love these pictures. She's gonna be so jealous. She'll wish she came. -

Since there was plenty of day light left Marcy wasn't worried about getting caught in the dark so she began her climb up the stairs.

"s**t!" she shouted as she fell face first into the wooden planks. Her foot got caught under a vine at the bottom of the stairs. She grabbed the spot her forehead that hit the steps and rolled onto her side so she could see where the sharp pain in her leg was coming from. Her knee was bleeding from the rough, weathered edges of the steps.

She sucked it up and wiped the blood on the hem of her shirt before standing and racing to the top. Cautiously she descended the stairs and continued her trek. After all this exploring, she decided to actually start looking for sticks for the fire. She was about to turn around and head back when she saw a fawn with spots on its back hopping through the underbrush. It occasionally stopped to sniff and look for vegetation to eat. Marceline was so excited to see a the fawn and quietly followed it. She had never seen a deer before so her curiosity got the best of her. Marcy had followed the fawn for a while and hadn't payed enough attention to the trail to know that it ended. Now she was now in the middle of the forest with no one around. She started to freak a little.

"Uh oh, I better find my way back before they worry about me," she said aloud as if to stifle the silence between the birds chirping.

- I didn't take many turns following the deer... Maybe... I can get back? Or I'm lost forever and no one will ever find me. Gulp -

She walked and walked until she stumbled upon a river with water so clear you could see the sandy bottom and the sunken driftwood. She dipped her feet in the water and waded through the cool, shallow part of the wide river and once she reached the other side she noticed there seemed to be at least a 6' tall chain link fence covered in vines and overgrown weeds. Pulling the vines away and looking between the them, she saw a large concrete structure tucked away in the forest not too far in the distance.

- I know curiosity killed the cat... but I'm already here. Who the f*ck even LIVES in a place like this. Must be lonely- She shrugged.

A branch cracked loudly somewhere nearby and she turned around 360 degrees looking to see if something was nearby.

- Oh sh*t. How many mini heart attacks am I gonna have today... -

She saw and heard nothing else. She walked along the tall fence and eventually found a place on the bottom of the fence that was loose like maybe an animal tried to get out... or in. She lifted the chain link carefully, trying to not get any more scratches today, and crawled under it. Her legs were still a little wet from walking through the steam and now the front of her calves down covered in dirt and a few leaves. She stood up, brushing off the debris and made her way to the building. As she drew near, it was much larger than she originally thought. Marcy walked towards the front of the large structure and noticed a couple of nice cars parked on the gravel driveway.

-Woah someone DOES live here. Maybe I shouldn't be here - She stopped in her tracks. The windows of the structure were covered with curtains. Whoever lived here was OBVIOUSLY very private. Marcy turned around to exit the same way she came in but was met by crunch of leaves and a tall, buff stranger with only shorts and no shirt or shoes. She jumped back, startled by his sudden presence.

"Who the hell are you??" She yelped.

He looked her up and down. His face was serious, "Who the hell are YOU?"

"Uhh-- I--," before she could finish, he picked her up roughly by her waist and threw her over his shoulder.

"NO WAIT PUT ME DOWN. I'M SO SORRY. I WAS JUST LEAVING. I PROMISE," she cried out. With balled fists she hit his back hard a few times, hoping if she hurt him even just a little, that he'd let her go.

However her blows didn't phase him and he kept walking towards the house.

"Nope, it's too late. You're trespassing on private property. What are you a spy? You're a bad one," he was annoyed with her presence.

"P-please let me go! I-I'm camping with my friends! Please let me go! If I don't get back they might get worried. I've already been gone for so long," she tried convincing him but it seems he had already made up his mind.

"I won't tell anyone about this place, if that's what you're worried about. HONEST!" She coaxed, trying to flail her arms & legs in attempt to wiggle free of his firm grip.

He finally said in a serious low voice, "Fight all you want to, but you're not getting away."

She stopped wiggling and her heart pounded in her chest in fear of what might to happen to her. All the scenarios from true crime TV shows and scary movies played through her head. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

- Oh crap oh crap oh crap. What is he gonna do to me??? SPY? WHO IS THIS GUY? He must be dangerous if he's worried about spies!!!  WHY, TODAY OF ALL DAYS, IS THIS HAPPENING -  

Carrying Marcy over his shoulder, the tall, broad man turned around the back of the building and through the gate of a tall wooden privacy fence. There was training equipment all around the yard; even a hot tub and an outdoor grilling area. Once inside the fortress he locked the heavy, metal door and threw her down on a soft, gray sectional couch. Marcy was in awe of how beautifully styled her kidnapper's living space was. This living room was large with a huge bay window looking out at the wilderness and the river. On the opposite wall there was a mini bar, complete with a small fridge and glasses overhanging the small counter space. A bookshelf full of books on either side of the TV that hung on the wall. Attached on an upper split level was a modernized kitchen. Dark gray wood tones on the furnishings throughout the entire room. Driftwood sculptures and beautiful paintings of mountains and other nature scenes hung on the walls. The furniture seemed new and the room smelled and looked clean, like no one never spent time in here.

"So? Who are you? Why're you here?" He demanded, glaring at her with his arms crossed over his toned chest.

Her heart still pounding and fear all over her face, she looked up at him. He towered over her at 6'5" tall. His dark brown hair that was neatly cut. Short on the sides and longer on top. His messy hair parted to the side but his bangs covered half his forehead. He stared at her with pale blue, ocean eyes. Not even a bead of sweat on his tanned body from carrying her.

"Wow...." she said aloud, gawking at her surprisingly hot kidnapper. Her eyes wide as she looked away from him. She covered her mouth like she couldn't believe she mustered up the courage to even say that one word. He raised his eyebrow with a small smirk on his lips but then his face became serious as he bent down over her.

"Why're you here? What's your name?" He said slowly and sternly.

The man grabbed her face roughly with his large hand under her chin to pull her gaze up to his. She searched his gaze but didn't know what she was looking for. His brows were furrowed in frustration at her silence. Saying she was a little scared was an understatement.