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Barrel of a gun at my back, yet I'm begging for his lips to be mine.
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Disclaimer: I am not in any way associated with anyone in or associated with My Chemical Romance, this story is not in any way a reflection of the actions/characters of any of the band's members and should be viewed simply as a fictional thought plucked from my head.
It was midnight.
The stars were out and they looked like dancing fireflies in the moonlight.
I was lying on the grass out the front of my house and watching the sky nearing dawn, I heard the sound of sirens in the distance but disregarded that as another minor break-in on the more dangerous, I guess you’d call it, side of town.
But when a car came screeching down my street, the tires burning up against the tar so that the only smell that could reach your nostrils was burnt rubber, I sat up abruptly.
A brown 1960’s valiant, paint stripping off at the sharp corners of it’s shape, pulled to a sudden halt out the front of my house, and I jumped to my feet.
Two men, one with features comparable to those of a mass murderer, wild eyes, sharpish nose, long black, strandish hair, lips curling into a smirk as his gaze fell upon me, but in a dangerously attractive way, the other, not as tall as the first, the fringe of his jet black hair covering his right eye, the rest sticking up at all angles, silver aviators covering his eyes, and emotions, yet his mouth betraying him as he nervously bit down on his lip ring, his lips set in a determined line, both jumped out of the car and, as the shorter one gave a slight nod of his head, ran up the short distance of my lawn that separated me from them and grabbed me.
The shock that had instilled itself upon me until this time seemed to release me, as I harshly snapped back into reality and felt their hands roughly, yet slightly apprehensively, restraining me and pulling me towards the car, and as I struggled against them I glanced towards the car, realising a blonde-gingerish man had gotten out from the driver’s seat and removed rope and a piece of material from the boot.
When we reached the car they forced me onto the ground, but made sure to soften the impact of my frame upon the ground. They held me down as the man who had been at the boot, came round to the side of the car and used the rope to bind my hands and feet to each other, using the piece of material as a gag tied around my head, once I was tied up, the two men with black hair got into the car, and the blonde-gingerish one picked me up gently, placing me across the laps of the two men inside the car.
My view falling upon the front-passenger seat, I saw that it was occupied by a man with brown hair that reminded me of side-show-Bob’s unmanageable style, he was reading a map, and gave directions, in a whisper, to the blonde-ginger man who had resumed his place as driver and was now starting the car, as he performed a u-turn I tried to tilt my neck back and push my gaze backwards to have one last look at my house, familiarity, but all I managed to see was a man with brownish-blondish hair and glasses, apparently speaking into an ear-piece in the seat beside my head.
“Yes,..” he started “we have obtained a hostage, if you want this innocent young lady to remain safe I suggest you let us have free access to all major and minor roads, including free-ways, call off your men and we will release this lady in a safe place at sundown, tomorrow.” He disconnected.
Flashes of red and blue lights lit the car, dancing in patterns on the ceiling, and I suddenly felt hard metal protruding into my back, and realized the man with the shortish-black hair was holding me at gunpoint, yet, as he patted me once, gently on the shoulder, I realized it was being done almost apologetically…
Author's note: Slight Edit, sorry for repost.
It was midnight.
The stars were out and they looked like dancing fireflies in the moonlight.
I was lying on the grass out the front of my house and watching the sky nearing dawn, I heard the sound of sirens in the distance but disregarded that as another minor break-in on the more dangerous, I guess you’d call it, side of town.
But when a car came screeching down my street, the tires burning up against the tar so that the only smell that could reach your nostrils was burnt rubber, I sat up abruptly.
A brown 1960’s valiant, paint stripping off at the sharp corners of it’s shape, pulled to a sudden halt out the front of my house, and I jumped to my feet.
Two men, one with features comparable to those of a mass murderer, wild eyes, sharpish nose, long black, strandish hair, lips curling into a smirk as his gaze fell upon me, but in a dangerously attractive way, the other, not as tall as the first, the fringe of his jet black hair covering his right eye, the rest sticking up at all angles, silver aviators covering his eyes, and emotions, yet his mouth betraying him as he nervously bit down on his lip ring, his lips set in a determined line, both jumped out of the car and, as the shorter one gave a slight nod of his head, ran up the short distance of my lawn that separated me from them and grabbed me.
The shock that had instilled itself upon me until this time seemed to release me, as I harshly snapped back into reality and felt their hands roughly, yet slightly apprehensively, restraining me and pulling me towards the car, and as I struggled against them I glanced towards the car, realising a blonde-gingerish man had gotten out from the driver’s seat and removed rope and a piece of material from the boot.
When we reached the car they forced me onto the ground, but made sure to soften the impact of my frame upon the ground. They held me down as the man who had been at the boot, came round to the side of the car and used the rope to bind my hands and feet to each other, using the piece of material as a gag tied around my head, once I was tied up, the two men with black hair got into the car, and the blonde-gingerish one picked me up gently, placing me across the laps of the two men inside the car.
My view falling upon the front-passenger seat, I saw that it was occupied by a man with brown hair that reminded me of side-show-Bob’s unmanageable style, he was reading a map, and gave directions, in a whisper, to the blonde-ginger man who had resumed his place as driver and was now starting the car, as he performed a u-turn I tried to tilt my neck back and push my gaze backwards to have one last look at my house, familiarity, but all I managed to see was a man with brownish-blondish hair and glasses, apparently speaking into an ear-piece in the seat beside my head.
“Yes,..” he started “we have obtained a hostage, if you want this innocent young lady to remain safe I suggest you let us have free access to all major and minor roads, including free-ways, call off your men and we will release this lady in a safe place at sundown, tomorrow.” He disconnected.
Flashes of red and blue lights lit the car, dancing in patterns on the ceiling, and I suddenly felt hard metal protruding into my back, and realized the man with the shortish-black hair was holding me at gunpoint, yet, as he patted me once, gently on the shoulder, I realized it was being done almost apologetically…
Author's note: Slight Edit, sorry for repost.
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