Too Much Too Soon, chapter 5
Jason scratched his head and slowly opened his eyes. He felt strange. The bed that he woke up on, was stiffer than he remembered, and it felt as if he was moving. Shocked, he rose, and found two sets of eyes staring at him from the dark.
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"JASON! JASON!"
"Hahaha, your friend can't help you now," said the man with a low voice. There was one man dressed in a black trench coat with a matching hat, glasses, shoes, gloves, and gun.
"You don't have a warrant or anything to search me!"
"We don't' need one," he said and Billie heard him cock his gun.
"Leave!" Billie said sitting on the bed.
"Hmm... I don't think that would be wise on your part, you see... We can get our revenge on you, if you do not do as we please."
"WHAT?!"
"Yes, you see... We could frame you for the murder of that bus driver. Now since you're a celebr-"
"I am not a celebrity!"
"OH ha ha, yes. Well, since you're a CELEBRITY, Billie, we can ruin your reputation. Now, we frame you, or you do as we say!"
"You can't-"Billie said gritting his teeth with rage.
"You want a bet? The police think we work for them. We can make up what ever evidence needed."
"Fine, go ahead. FRAME ME!"
"Oh, not scared? I bet you would if we attacked, oh I don't know, your loved ones.. Mmm, what were their names again?"
"Don't you dare-"
"Ah, lovely Adrienne and sweet Joseph. Nice family you've got."
"How do know them?!"
"That doesn't matter. We need you to do tasks for us. That is, if you get home safely. And don't try to call the police, it's no use. Cuz if we find out, you're a dead man."
He left the room, with his trench coat swaying behind him.
"Oh, and you'll need to replace the door. Here take this cell phone, you'll need it. We'll be in touch, and besides a nice present from us to you. A replacement for your old one," he said tossing the phone to Billie, then quickly turned away. Billie caught it and sat at his bed, going blank from what happened. He could call the secret service, or he could play the villian's game. He thought hard. He didn't want to make the wrong move again.
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"What are-"Jason tried to ask.
"Don't ask questions." said a voice that was disguised by a voice box.
Jason glared, and a sudden bump caused him to jump. "Where are you taking me? They will find this van-"
"No they won't. We're untracked, trust me, we know what we're doing. We're saving your life, so you best be thankful."
"Saving what? My life?! Do you consider kidnapping a way of saving someone's life?!"
"Don't question us," said a different man, yet his voice was disgused with a lower tone, "Or we'll take your life instead."
"OH well what are you gonna do-" and he stopped once he felt the coolness of the gun pressed to his head.
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"JASON! JASON!"
"Hahaha, your friend can't help you now," said the man with a low voice. There was one man dressed in a black trench coat with a matching hat, glasses, shoes, gloves, and gun.
"You don't have a warrant or anything to search me!"
"We don't' need one," he said and Billie heard him cock his gun.
"Leave!" Billie said sitting on the bed.
"Hmm... I don't think that would be wise on your part, you see... We can get our revenge on you, if you do not do as we please."
"WHAT?!"
"Yes, you see... We could frame you for the murder of that bus driver. Now since you're a celebr-"
"I am not a celebrity!"
"OH ha ha, yes. Well, since you're a CELEBRITY, Billie, we can ruin your reputation. Now, we frame you, or you do as we say!"
"You can't-"Billie said gritting his teeth with rage.
"You want a bet? The police think we work for them. We can make up what ever evidence needed."
"Fine, go ahead. FRAME ME!"
"Oh, not scared? I bet you would if we attacked, oh I don't know, your loved ones.. Mmm, what were their names again?"
"Don't you dare-"
"Ah, lovely Adrienne and sweet Joseph. Nice family you've got."
"How do know them?!"
"That doesn't matter. We need you to do tasks for us. That is, if you get home safely. And don't try to call the police, it's no use. Cuz if we find out, you're a dead man."
He left the room, with his trench coat swaying behind him.
"Oh, and you'll need to replace the door. Here take this cell phone, you'll need it. We'll be in touch, and besides a nice present from us to you. A replacement for your old one," he said tossing the phone to Billie, then quickly turned away. Billie caught it and sat at his bed, going blank from what happened. He could call the secret service, or he could play the villian's game. He thought hard. He didn't want to make the wrong move again.
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"What are-"Jason tried to ask.
"Don't ask questions." said a voice that was disguised by a voice box.
Jason glared, and a sudden bump caused him to jump. "Where are you taking me? They will find this van-"
"No they won't. We're untracked, trust me, we know what we're doing. We're saving your life, so you best be thankful."
"Saving what? My life?! Do you consider kidnapping a way of saving someone's life?!"
"Don't question us," said a different man, yet his voice was disgused with a lower tone, "Or we'll take your life instead."
"OH well what are you gonna do-" and he stopped once he felt the coolness of the gun pressed to his head.
