The Isaac Effect., chapter 15

"Daddy!" I shrieked.

They pulled me away; I struggled to free my self. I kicked and screamed, my eyes filling with tears. I was no match for them.
I was a tiny skinny little seven year old kid.

"Daddy!" I yelled again. I tugged and pulled struggling for freedom.

I knew I was in the back of a Van, and I knew one of them was holding onto me. Tightly. Refusing to let his guard down for a second.

The other man drove the van.
It reeked of smoke and vomit. I couldn't stand it. The bag covering my head made it harder to breath. I kicked and bashed myself about screaming. Begging for freedom.
I had never seen these men before. What did they want? Where was my daddy?

"Daddy!?" I yelled.

"You're given one little job, to look after a little kid and you can't handle that?" the driver snarled angrily. "If that kid don't shut up, all of us are fucked."

"Where's my Daddy! What did you do with my daddy?!" I demanded.

"Just shut the little brat up!" the driver snarled again.

Just then the man holding me violently tore the sack off my head. Revealing his face. He still held onto my tightly. Making escape impossible. It was dark, but I could still see him clearly if I squinted my eyes. He had longish thick, black, messy hair and his teeth were slightly crooked. He had big bright green eyes that were so bright they would be visible from a mile away. He had strong arms, and dressed in nothing but black.

He dug his big hand into his pocket, while holding onto me at the same time. Squeezing me slightly, making it impossible to escape.
He pulled out a knife. I leaned back trying to get as far away as possible. My heart speeds up. My eyes didn't dare to leave the sight of the knife. I watched his every move closely.

He reached over and grabbed some rope that was lying rolled up in the corner. He forced me to sit down in the corner of the van, pressing me up against the wall. Pushing my back harshly against the metal side of the Van. I didn't dare try to escape.

He then bound my hands and legs tightly together. Cutting the rope with the knife afterwards.

Once he had done that, he made sure I couldn't break free. He opened the cage-like door, which separated the back of the van from the front seat and he climbed over and sat in the passenger seat. Being very sure to lock the cage-like door behind himself.

No matter how much I struggled...no matter how much I tugged. Using every last ounce of strength I had in my skinny little arms, I couldn't break free.
I gazed carefully around, trying to avoid eye contact with the two men in the front seat.

The took me to some big ware house. A run down place, with no one else in sight. It was cold and dark when we got there.

The wind blew in my ears and goose bumps grew upon my arms as the dragged me across from the van and forced me inside. It was to dark to be able to see anything. The man dragged me by my arm roughly forcing me about. Not giving me enough time to blink before he dragged me into a dark room. A brief amount of light was let threw as he quickly opened the door and threw me in. but he closed it behind him to fast for me to get a look around.

They left me there by myself. In pure darkness. My hands and feet still bound together. I lay alone on the cold concrete floor.

There was a smell in the air, a disgusting smell. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was a fowl smell that made the air so thick I could berley breath.

I could hear whispers coming from behind the door, where little rays of light snuck threw the crack underneath the thick, almost sound proof door.

It was the men discussing something. I tried to listen, but the stench forced me to breathe heavily and I could not hear over my own breath.

I gazed over at what tiny light the door let in, I took a few deep breaths before forcing my mouth closed and holding my breath.

I lay there for a few seconds before my ears managed to august the quite whispers.
Then, finally I could make out there voices.

"So...what are we gonna do?" one of them questioned.

"Well, it be best if we keep the kid away from his dad."

"That way we can rough up the dad a bit, and I dunno... threaten him. Tell him if don't give us our money the kids dead." They laughed quietly.
Then all I could hear were more mumbles.

I let my breath go, and gasped for a short while. Before I caught my breath again.

'What?' I asked myself. 'What money? What do they want with daddy? What did daddy do?' I questioned myself.

All I could do was ask questions, but questions weren't going to get me out of there.
I knew that they were going to hurt daddy, I had to escape. I had to find help.
I had to get the police or something.

My head ached. My tough was like sand paper in the back of my throat. Tears filled my eyes.

As the visions of my dad flooded back into my head. the way he looked at me, when they came to our house. The tears in his eyes.
I knew these men were going to hurt him, I knew that I had to get help. But I didn't know how.

My hands were to tight behind my back, and my feet a like.

I wriggled around, trying to loosen the tape, but not making much difference. I squinted my eyes, trying to pear threw the darkness, looking for something, anything that could cut the tape.
But it was far to dark.

I crawled up to the door, and used what little light peered threw to attempted to use the light, but it was to dark.

I watched threw the crack underneath the door. The two men had stopped talking and were standing by another door, I couldn't see that much. It was still to dark.
I pulled myself away from the once again.

And pulled myself into a sitting position with my back against the wall.
My stomach groaned from hunger.
My eyes felt heavy from exhaustion

I wanted daddy back.
I wanted to go home.

I cried in frustration. Kicking my feet at once. Managing to loosen the tape just enough to break my feet loose. I pulled my feet free from tape.
I sat with my back against the hard brick wall, crying.
There was a loud bang. Making my heart skip a beat.

And the door came crashing open a thick breeze of icy air blew upon me. Goose bumps rose covering my arms and legs completely.
A man walked in. At first I could see nothing but his dark cold shadow. But as he moved into the light his figure became clear.

His big broad shoulders nearly as wide at the door way. He was gaint compared to me. I scampered back in fear, and fear alone. He stood above me, looking down at me, as if I was nothing but a tiny ant. I huddled my self up against the wall. Trying to hide my tears as I gazed up upon his giant body.
He was wearing a tight t-shirt, like the ones that weight lifters wear. That pulled tightly over his big strong arms and thick muscular chest.
He wore nothing but black, just like the other men. He had long black hair that was combed neatly back, not a single hair out of place.

He stood above me for a brief moment.
There were no sounds. All I could hear was the millions of voices hacking away at my mind. I didn't dare breathe, or move.

The strange man bent down to my level.
"You are Jicobi yes?" he questioned. Instantly his Italian accent echoed threw the air.

I nodded.
"I believe we need to have a little chat," He inquired. As he lifted me up to my feet by one arm.

I tried to keep as much distance possible between me and him.
"Do not be afraid child," He snapped.

He took me not very far, to another room. With a light, chair and table.
He sat me down in one of the chairs and sat himself down in another.
I didn't know what to think, or do. I sat and quivered. Not daring to take an eye away, not even for a brief moment.

"Jicobi, about your father, I have some bad news," He began. His voice was soft, yet deep and clam.

I didn't say a word, just listened.
"He is in a little bit of trouble. You see."