Day 42: Warehouse
Write about being inside an old abandoned warehouse.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he screamed in agony as the last of the rope around his wrists snapped, freeing him from his bonds. He sat there, shivering in a cold sweat, cradling his bruised and bleeding hands. He needed to fight through this pain and find his best friend.
"Matt?" a faint voiced called out. The young boy ran towards the voice.
"Val? Where are you?"
"I don't know. I can't see." Her voice was getting louder, he must be getting closer.
There was almost no light in what looked (and smelled) like an abandoned warehouse. Some light crept in through the cracks in the wood slats covering the windows and doors. Whoever was keeping them here certainly had a flair for dramatic effect.
All of sudden, Matt tripped and fell over something.
"Ow! Matt, is that you?" His eyes adjusting, he saw that he had tripped over Val's body lying on the ground. She hadn't manage to get any of her bonds off except for the rag covering her mouth.
"Yes! I'm gonna get you untied and then we can get out of here!" He looked around for something sharp and noticed a thick piece of broken metal a few feet away. It was nearly rusted through but it should be sharp enough to cut the rope restricting her.
He worked on cutting through the bounds, after he took off her blindfold. "I'm not sure what the point of this stupid blindfold was, when it's so dark in here I can't see anyway!" Val's indignant voice pierced through the silent warehouse. It comforted him as he worked.
She was always the stronger one of the two of them. He was quiet and had a thing for collecting animal skulls, so he got picked on a lot at the middle school they both went to. Well until one day when Val decided to punch one of his bullies in the face, effectively ending his bullies' interest in him. No one messed with Val.
He finally got her free and helped her stand. She pulled her hair up with a hair tie and got her bearings. "Alright let's figure out where we are and get the hell out of here."
They started walking slowly down the hallway, listening closely for any sounds. They correctly deduced that no one else was in the warehouse. Their shouts to each other would've brought the kidnappers running. Matt was pretty sure he was just collateral damage, there was no reason why anyone would want to kidnap him. He doubted his parents even noticed he was gone but Val...
Her dad was a U.S. senator. And they'd been missing for what felt like two or three days. He looked at her and smiled at her expression. She was pissed. She would get them out of this.
“Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.”