A Mistake Taken

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Ned Orange gets taken hostage, how does it make it out? Or does he?

Submitted: May 17, 2012

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A Mistake Taken
By: Tyler Gaston
 
Boom! The sound of a metal door slamming woke me up. I sat up, my handcuffed-hands making it difficult. I looked at my left wrist, my watch read 12:48. In the afternoon, the boarded windows let a little light in.
“Chang?” I spoke into the dark room. I knew where he usually sat, but couldn’t see him. The room was slightly cold. There were two doors, two windows, which were boarded and covered in sheets, a light on the ceiling, turned off now, and the floors made of concrete, the walls were worn down.
“Shut up,” I heard Frost say as he opened the door with a girl around my age, mid 20’s, in. He pushed her in one of the doors and she tripped over her own feet. The light from the door blinded me. Her hands were handcuffed, like mine and Chang’s, and she fell face first onto the hard floor.
I think she got knocked out, she didn’t move. Frost, looking around 40 with slight grey hair and desperate need to shave his beard, looked at me with his big brown eyes as he shut the door. The room was flooded with darkness again.
“Are you okay?” I asked, and slowly moved toward the girl. No reply. I turned her over on her back, her nose was bleeding. I took her arm and wiped the blood with her shirt sleeve. I slowly scooted back to the corner I’ve been sitting in. I stared into the darkness until I drifted into sleep.
The van came out of nowhere. It sped my way, I took off. I flung my backpack onto the ground and ran faster than I ever have. Of course I had to walk on the only street in New York that’s not jam packed with people and traffic. The white van speeds closer to me. I turn into an alley, pigeons flew out of my way. The van turns, too. I push down a garbage can as I run. The alley is cold, I look up at the huge buildings surrounding me. I come to a dead end. nothing but brick. The van stops, just ten feet from me. The door opens, and three people with paper bags on their face proceed toward me. My screams are suffocated by a black mask, no one to hear me, no one to save me. They handcuffed my hands, and throw me in the van.
The single light was on when I woke up. I heard Hen’s, the female kidnapper’s, voice yelling “Wake up!” I looked at her, she was just under my height, about 5 foot 10. I looked at her, long, brown hair was in a messy ponytail. She had cuts on her face, and a bruise on her right cheek.
“Chang, come with us,” Hen told him. She went towards him, grabbed him by the arm, and pulled him to his feet. He swung his handcuffed hands, knocking her in the face. She flung into the wall.
She ran out of the room, and came back in with the other kidnapper, not Frost, Tank. He looked younger than me, like we was in college. He had a shaved head, with a scar running over it, in the shape of a ‘T’.
He grabbed Chang, yanked him to his feet, and punched him in the gut. I watched, I was glad it wasn’t me. I wasn’t going to help, not only because I couldn’t, but because it wasn’t my problem.
They dragged Chang out of the cold room. I scanned the room for the girl that got here yesterday. I saw her in the corner farthest from the door she was pushed from. I got up and walked over there.
I didn’t know if she was awake, I didn’t even know if she was alive. Still, I proceeded over there.
“Who are you?” Asked a soft voice. It was her. I walked over and sat a few feet from her, facing her. She sat up and looked at me. She had mascara running down her face, and bright red lipstick that was wearing away.
“I’m Ned Orange. My father is Ben Orange, the actor. Who are you?” I questioned.
“Amy Dare,” She told me, her voice sounded scared. “Why are we here?”
“I’m here because they think my billionaire dad will pay them for my freedom. Do you have any rich relatives? That they can demand ransom for you?”
“I don’t know,” Her voice got quieter when a door slammed shut somewhere.
We talked for a little bit, about pointless stuff. Like our favorite animals or colors, where we want to visit before we die, and a little about what we’ll do if we get free.
I stopped talking when I heard screaming. It sounded like Frost.
“We wanted $600,000 by this morning! It’s not here!” Hollered Frost, I think into the phone.
It got quiet for a minute, I think whoever he was on the phone with was replying.
“No, we had a deadline. He’s done for,” I heard the sound of the phone being slammed on a table. What I heard next was unbelievable, completely unexpected.
“No, please, please don’t!” Begged Chang’s voice, sounding choky. Then, Bang! Chang didn’t say another word.
“Get him out of here,” Frost’s voice commanded. I heard footsteps, a door open then shut, and a car drive away.
I looked at Amy, she had nothing but fear in her big, green eyes. Frost came bursting into the room, he said “Orange! You’re next,” His voice echoed in the room. I got up immediately and went out of the room with him.
He covered my eyes with a blindfold and lead me into a small room. He forced me to sit down on something, and removed my blindfold. There stood a small wooden table, a phone on top of the table, and three chairs, one which I was sitting on. The window was boarded. The walls were moldy green and wearing down, and the cement floor had debris everywhere.
He dialed a number. 
Who was he calling? Probably my dad. Please pick up, Dad. Please don’t let him kill me.
“Hello?” Frost said, clearly and deeply into the phone.
I heard a voice talking on the other end of the phone, I couldn’t make out many words.
“I want $750,000, and I’ll set your son free.”
I looked at Frost, hoping my dad would say yes. Frost continued saying something, I couldn’t make it all out he was talking so fast, almost like a different language. He put it on speaker.
Immediately I yelled, “Dad?”
Frost gave me a death glare that said “Be quiet or you die,” I didn’t say another word.
My dad’s voice came up. “I’m not paying you to let that mistake free.” I looked at the phone in horror, my own dad just said that. I was going to die.
Frost was quiet for a moment, then spoke, “I’ll give you ‘til tomorrow at 9:30 am to think about this,” And hung up.
He motioned for me to get up, I did so. He put the blindfold back on and lead me into the original room. He grabbed Amy and lead her out. I leaned my head down, and puked. I went to my original spot, and laid down. I blacked out.
When I woke up, Amy was by my side.
“We need to leave, fast.” She said as soon as my eyes were open.
“How do you expect to do that,” I said, annoyed. Arrogant, we’re kidnapped and going to die. She has to accept the fact.
“I don’t know, break out of the handcuffs and run? Hen and Tank just got back a few minutes ago, we could sneak out before they come into here?”
That wasn’t too bad of an idea. I didn’t say anything. I noticed her bobby pin, holding her bangs out of her eyes. I took it out.
They didn’t put the handcuffs behind us, oddly. I took off the plastic on the end of the bobby pin. I put it in the handcuffs, and twisted it one way. Then, the other. I took it out, and put it back in. Twisted it out, then in, then out again. I pushed on my handcuffs, they came off. I did the same for Amy.
“Shh, be quiet.” I told her. I snuck over to the door they usually came in. I looked around, and noticed there wasn’t much for a weapon.
I noticed a piece of stone, broken from the wall or floor, and picked it up. I tossed it in the air and caught it, it was pretty heavy.
“We’re not sneaking out, we’re fighting our way out.” I crouched behind the door, Amy right behind me.
We waited. And waited. And waited. Until the door opened, Tank walked in first. I had a late reaction, but jumped up and at him. I swung my hand, clenching the rock, at Tank’s head. It gashed the top of his ‘T’ scar, he went down, not moving a muscle.
Hen was right behind him, and saw it all. She turned around, looking ready to run. Amy jumped on her, and I slammed the door shut. Amy had one hand over her mouth, another pulling her hair. I handed Amy the rock, I didn’t feel right about hitting a girl. Amy bashed the rock into Hen’s skull, blood immediately covered her head and Amy’s hand. neither Tank nor Hen moved.
She puked when she saw it, and tried wiping off the blood. It just smeared over her hands more and got on her clothes.
“Let’s go,” I motioned, we moved out the door.
The hallway was nothing but doors and falling apart wallpaper, the ceiling was falling apart, and half the lights were either out or their glass smashed. A sign read 2, we were on the second story of an abandoned hospital.
I saw the stair sign, and headed that way. I let Amy go down first.
“Where’s Frost?” Amy looked back and asked me.
“How would I know?” I answered with a question. I didn’t even care if she made it out, as long as I did. The only reason I was taking her with me was because she gave me the bobby pin.
We made it to ground level, she ran out the door. I was right behind her. We jogged towards the street, it was night out. It felt like forever since I was outside.
I felt like I had amnesia. So many questions popped into my head, “What day was it? What time was it?” I slowly regained my train of thought, and looked at Amy. I was in there for 2 days, and I was finally out.
Tires screeched, and the white van pulled down the alley. I ran forward, toward the street, opposite of the van; Amy turned into the building next to her, she dashed in. What I didn’t know was that was the last time I’d ever see her. The van sped towards me, and I heard it stop and a door open and close.
I didn’t turn around, I kept running. I heard footsteps behind me, getting closer. After five seconds, they sounded right behind me. I couldn’t keep running, I slowed to a jog.
“I wouldn’t make another move, Ned.” I heard a cold voice say. It was the last person I wanted to hear, or see, Frost. I turned around, facing him. He was at least six foot five, almost five inches taller than me.
“Or what?” I questioned him. I knew he could hear the fear in my voice. I tried to sound brave, like he was nothing to be scared of.
He didn’t answer, he reached toward his waist. He pulled out a gun, a .44 magnum, and pointed it right in my face. I went crosseyed for a second as I looked at the gun, it glimmered in the sun.
Thoughts of my family flushed through my mind. I haven’t seen any of them in years, but what memories I had of them all overflowed my mind at once. My mom’s beautiful blonde hair, her sweet voice calling my name, I could almost smell her pot roast. My little sister, just three years younger than me. All our childhood fights, all the games we played together. My dad. All the movies he’s acted in that I’ve seen, all the presents he bought me he thought could make up for his absence in my life, the last words I heard him speak: “I’m not paying you to let that mistake free.”
Frost’s bitter voice snapped me back to reality. “You’re done for. You’re daddy isn’t gonna pay for ya.” His face was covered in sweat, and I mine felt like it was, too.
“Please don’t.” I begged him. I heard the cock of the gun. My stomach turned. I didn’t know what to do, if I ran I’d get shot, if I stayed I’d get shot, he was stronger so I couldn’t fight him. My only option was to knock the gun out of his hands and run, hopefully fast enough and far enough he wouldn’t be able to shoot me.
“I would ask for any last words, but I don’t care.” Chuckled Frost.
“On three.” I told myself. “One. Two. Three” I stared down the alley, I could feel the gun touching my head. I clenched my eyes shut, then threw my right fist at the gun. I knew I hit the gun, the metal stung my hand. I waited a second before running, that second almost cost me my life.
I felt excruciating pain in my hand, it was bleeding.
Frost reacted immediately, one hand reached for the gun while the other reached for my shirt. He pulled on my collar, choking me as I tried to run. I heard the clank of the gun on the ground, he didn’t catch it! He couldn’t shoot me, yet.
“You’re gonna get it now, boy!” Frost yelled at me, the anger in his voice bellowed throughout the alley. He yanked harder on my collar, I could barely breath. I kicked him, in the shin I think. He ‘Ooomphed’ and his grip loosened. I turned around, looked him in the eyes, and drilled my fist into his gut. Another ‘Oomph’ of pain. He released my shirt and I took off.
I sprinted down the alley, turned around for a split second to see Frost fall to the ground. I continued, but at a jogging pace. Then, I heard the first shot. I turned around again, to see Frost staring at me, gun in hand.
Bang! Another shot. I went back to sprinting, and as soon as I could I turned, out of the alley. The abandoned street was unfamiliar to me, used to the populated streets of New York. I sprinted down the empty street, when the Bang of another shot rang in my ears.
“You can’t run forever!” Frost yelled at me.
“Wasn’t planning on it!” I yelled back at him. People, I saw a man and a woman walking down the street! I ran over to them and asked them to use their phone. Confused, and probably a little scared of my dirty and bloody face and body, gave me their cell phone.
I dialed 9-1-1 as fast as I could.
“Hello, New York Police, what is your emergency?” A female voice said to me.
“I was kidnapped! Two people were killed, they killed two people! One of them is chasing me and he’s gonna kill me! Kill me! Please, help. Come as soon as you can! Please!” I spoke, so fast I’m not sure I even understood what I said.
“Sir, please stay calm, and slowly repeat what you said.” Her voice calm and gentle. I got mad for a moment, two people just got killed and I almost did and she’s calm? I breathed in once, and started talking.
“I need you to come and arrest three people. They kidnapped me and two other people. They killed the other two people. One of the kidnappers is chasing me now. Please help.”
“Where are you sir?” She questioned.
Where am I? I don’t even know! I looked at the couple, the man said “617 East 4th Street.”
“617 East 4th street, please hurry.” I spoke into the phone.
“I’ll dispatch officers immediately. Please stay where you are and remain calm.” She replied, still calm.
“Thank you.” I didn’t know what to do, so I just handed the couple their phone back and stood still. They looked at me, and then back at each other.
“Will you be okay?” The man asked me, after a moment of silence. I slowly nodded my head. They started walking away, and I watched them for a second.
After a few minutes, I heard sirens. At first they were faint, distant, then they grew louder. I looked towards the alley I came out of, thinking about what Frost is doing there. I relax for a moment.
“I’m free.” I tell myself. I let out a laugh. “I’m actually free.”
Just then, I hear tires screech. I shoot my head towards the alley, a white van comes speeding out of it, headed right in my direction.


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