642 Things to Write About Challenge!: Write a story that includes a streetlight, a bear, and a kid with a jar of honey- PART 8

They drove for what felt like hours, passing street after street, and turning on to different roads.

Clark Drive………….

Speedwell Ave……………..

Daft Road…………….

I could now move my head a little so I could see different roads that I would have missed otherwise. I felt the road get bumpier and there weren’t any more street signs. My heart started beating faster, racing. I tried moving my mouth, and it opened. But not a sound came out. Trees were overhead now and it got darker and darker inside the car. The car stopped and both of the men got out.

They both had taken off their masks, and I studied their faces in the dim light outside the car.

One was younger than the other… a lot younger. One appeared to be close to my age, maybe a tad bit older, 18 or 19. The other looked to be in his late 40’s. The younger had dirty blonde hair like my mom’s, swept to the side of his face, and brown eyes. The older had dark brown hair and greenish blue eyes, and a hat that said “Racecar Fan” on it.

They opened the door and the younger one picked me up in a cradled position. Starting to walk deeper into the woods, he looked down at me with pity in his eyes, and mouthed the words “I’m sorry.”

We stopped and the older man bent down and opened an underground hatch, stepping out of the way so that I could be carried down the stairs. There were three more doors and sets of stairs on our way down, and with each one’s opening, the one behind us shut. Finally we came to the last door, and the floor and ceiling leveled out into a hallway. There were tons of doors on each side, some wooden, some solid metal. They took me through one of the metal doors and there were two metal tables in the room, with straps on each of them to hold down a person’s neck, waist, wrists, legs, and ankles. One was already occupied… by my brother, Josh.

“Caroline!” he exclaimed, trying to sit up, but he was held down by every single strap on the table.

They laid me on the other table and started to strap me down, but I whined deep down in my throat. The younger one looked up and asked, “Can’t we just strap down her right arm and wrist, and her left leg?? She’s paralyzed.” The older man grunted and waved the boy to do it, then left.

Before he started strapping me down, he looked at both of us and went to the door. Looking out, he looked right, then left, and then rushed over and started to undo my brother’s straps.

“What are you doing??” Josh asked, once he was free from the waist up.

“I was taken, like you, two years ago.” He explained, as he finished unstrapping Josh’s legs. “They thought they had completely brainwashed me. But when I saw you too, I snapped back into reality.” Josh hopped off the table and the boy started to unstrap my legs, which was the only thing the man had done. Josh rustled around in the cabinets and pulled out two surgical knives. The boy picked me up in his arms and said to Josh, “The meds should be wearing off soon, he have her three vials full at the hospital, so that’s good for about six hours.”

I sighed and looked up at him. He smiled. “Don’t worry. When I say soon, I mean soon.” They both headed out the door and up the stairs, Josh first, with the boy and me behind.

“What’s your name?” Josh asked, opening one of the doors.

“Jacob Henson.”

We got to the top and Josh rattled the door knob, which was directly above him. “It’s locked!”

“What?!?!” Jacob exclaimed and sat me down right beneath it and rattled it too. “No!” he said, exasperated. “They never lock this one!!! Never!”

Just then we heard loud voices at the end of the stairs and someone call out in a loud voice,

“Jacob!!!!”

Jacob shivered and looked down, almost terrified. “If they catch me, they’ll do something worse to me than anyone except one person down here. And she died,” he said. Then, since the door was sort of at an angle, Jacob smashed the left side of his body into the door. It didn’t budge.

Soon, thundering footsteps filled the stairwell, and Jacob grabbed one of the knives from Josh. Pushing me against the wall, Josh and Jacob both stood in front of me, knives ready.

Three men and a woman appeared in the large doorway we had last come through and stopped.

“Josh.” Said one man.

“Jacob.” Said another one.

Josh and Jacob didn’t budge.

“Put the knives down boys, we don’t want anyone getting hurt.” Said the woman, and they all stepped closer.

Jacob answered in a calm voice, “Don’t come any closer,” and backed up a step. “Don’t want anyone to get hurt? Sure!” he laughed. “Remember what happened to Amanda?? She did exactly what I did! Tried to get June out!”

“She was an accident, Jacob, you know we didn’t mean to give her that much medication.” One of the men said. But Jacob shook his head at them.