kidn*pped
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The dance was nice. At least it went according to plan and the girls did it very well.
When I get home, I will have a shower, study for half an hour and then get to bed.
All planned out, Great and awesome!
"So? You're heading home?" Anna asks and I nod slowly.
Oh God! Anna always spoils my plan that has been set out!
"Rehearsal at four tommorow. Tell the girls, and the dressing code is Red blue" I say and she nod.
"Before you go, I want to ask you something?"
What I tell ya? Always so questioning.
I turned to face Anna.
All of a sudden, she's sweaty and her eyes shows a glimpse of sadness or something.
"What is it?" I ask.
I can tell when someone isn't really happy to either see me, or if I have done something wrong to the person.
"Do you know where Mike is? I've been trying to reach him"
I shake my head in confusion.
He was sitting at the right hand side of the stage, where did he disappear to?
"No. He was at the show, I could see him clearly" I say and she sigh.
"I know but... He's supposed to come home with me. We arranged for something" she said and inhaled.
"You want us to go look for him? I don't have a class tomorrow, so I don't mind being late"
She smile at me wearily as we make our way out of the building.
I know I lied saying that I don't have classes tommorow. But the lie is still worth it, right?
Especially when it comes to a friend.
"Where do you think he went to?" She ask and I shrug.
He may be anywhere. Zombie apocalypse isn't near and probably doesn't exist so... I don't see any reason for him to be missing.
"Mike?!" I yell in the dark but the silent chirping of a grasshopper returned my yell with a little greeting.
Where the the guy go to?!
And why does he want us to suffer?!
"Mike!" Anna yell again and the same reply of the grasshopper is heard, still.
"I don't get it. He supposed to be there"
I presume the "There" she means is at the show? Yeah, that's where she probably means.
"We will find him, no need to panic" I say, trying to get the heavily breathing lady beside me to calm down.
He could be anywhere. Even in his house drinking a smoothie.
"Do you have his number?" I ask and she nod.
She slipped out of her pocket her phone and press some few keys before handing over to me the phone.
It's already dialing, oh thank God.
I have classes to attend tomorrow, this guys should better watch it if he don't wanna mess with me.
"Hello?" I hear a voice answer.
"Mike? Where the f**k are you?! Do you know that you placed I and Anna on a search party for you?!" I yell all those in one breath.
I hear a chuckle from the other side of the line and that gets me even more angrier.
"What's so funny?" I ask and the line hanged up.
I feel sick and in danger already. Something's going on.
"Anna, do you know where we-" she's not here.
Where is she?
"Anna?" I call in the dark and waving my hand, to feel whatsoever is in my way if there is.
"Anna? You there?" I call out again.
Is this some kind of joke? Are both she and Mike playing pranks on me?
"Nice joke, haha. Mind coming out?" I ask rhetorically.
She should be aware that going out at night is pretty dangerous. Especially when it comes to ladies, For her information!
"Anna! Come out! This is scary!" I stop talking at the sound of a car pulling up in front of me.
Out of it came four guys with suits that are matching their skin colour.
They look at me and start walking towards me.
Oh... God.
I take steps backwards, still contemplating whether I should share the difficulty in looking for both Anna and Mike.
"Umm... Hello? Have you see a lady that got blonde hair?" I ask and they all laugh handsomely.
Making me feel dope.
"Oh yeah we've seen her" one of the guys reply.
What the damn junk have I placed myself into?!
"Really? Is she with you" I ask slowly, knowing fully well that I am in great danger.
Before I hear a reply, I feel a hard and heavy object land at the back of my head and I land face first on the ground with a thud.
"Wrap her up. Max will be happy that we've got her"
That was the last statement I hear before my vision balnked out and I see nothing more than darkness.
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