3 An escape plan
A group of young men about the age of 20 to 28 could be seen, deep inside the forest in a certain town that happened to be the one the kidnappers brought Nathan.
They were clad in black pants with their upper body out in the open, gracing the eyes' reach with some juicy abs.
The scene would have been perfect if there was a camera set and girls fangirling, but it's the opposite.
It was horrifying, as they exchanged blows with each other. The sound of grunting and teeth gnashing could be heard, same as the collision of fists against flesh.
They tried to overpower each other at all cost. The rule is to keep fighting, but not dying.
They've been training for this in a long while and getting ready to be taken to the base and officially got initiated into the organization.
Two men in their early 40s could be seen, capturing the guys' moves in their head and evaluating it.
One of them had black curly hair that was cut low and was holding a 3 years old girl on his lap.
The little girl was holding a lollipop in her hand and sucking on it, while her eyes twinkled in excitement at the scene that would have made an adult's stomach twist.
Her black orbs reflect the scene of the fights and it was obvious that it got her complete attention, as she sucked on the lollipop in an absentminded manner.
The other man had a brown shoulder length hair that was trapped in a hair bond to keep it behind. A small smile playing on his lips as he nodded his head in approval to the guys' every move.
They were both dressed simply in a black suit trousers and green T-shirt.
A small pistol being tossed in a circle with his index finger. "I'm impressed." He said to the man beside him, who was like his shadow.
The man that was more like his other half, as his inventions was a skill passed down from his generations and just like it was passed down to him, so that he could serve as the partner of the ruling head of the organization, he would do the same to the little girl sitting on his lap.
She was his daughter, named Tiffany.
The man smiled as well, "I love them." He added.
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After a long drive and a successful escape from the whole search that has been on implementation since Tony learned about his son's abduction, they got to an isolated road and stopped.
Nathan's calmness had made the men not pay much attention to him and just act naturally.
They stepped down from the car and dragged the boy out, who didn't stop crying and being obedient.
Perhaps they would take him to someone and he would get the chance to beg them to let him go back to his mommy.
That was the belief that had strengthened his heart a little, but still, he's scared.
They began walking into the forest and dragging him along with them.
All of a sudden, one of them stopped in his tracks and the other did the same. Before they could ask him why he stopped, he spoke up, "why are we even bothering ourselves this much? He said to kill the boy and not let his body be found, so that the parents won't stop searching and hoping. Let's just kill him here and leave."
Nathan's heart skipped.
There's not taking him to someone.
There's no chance of begging.
They want to kill him.
No! That can't be!
His mommy will be sad and Ethan will be more sick. They won't be able to play together again.
He needed to escape! He's good at running and only needed a safe distance to pick the race.
His tears suddenly stopped dropping. This isn't the time to cry. If he wanted to see his daddy, grandpa, Maris, Ethan, mommy and his friend Chris again, he needed to live.
The men continued their conversation as if the boy was deaf. They never believed that he would attempt anything, so they didn't put much care in his feelings.
"You know how the boss was. He might suddenly have a use for his body and asked us where we buried him. I suggest we make use of a place that could be easily traced if such a request was made." One of them suggested and the other agreed, not knowing that the little boy had thought of escaping.
They began moving again and heard the soft voice of the boy.
"What?" The one holding him asked, seeing him holding his tummy and whispering something.
"I… ...I want to use the toilet." He said again and they all let out soft giggles.
"That won't be necessary. You're going to die, anyway." One of them replied and Nathan's head snapped up to look into his eyes with the best puppy eyes ever.
"I want to use the toilet." He said without stammering this time and his blue adorable orbs spark a glint of humanity in them.
It wouldn't cost them anything to let the boy relieve himself.
Raising his chin and releasing him, "do it, there." He said to him and the others fixed their gaze on him.
Nathan walked to the spot that wasn't too far from where they stood, pulled down his pants and looked up.
He refused to bend down and kept staring at them.
"What now?" He heard one of them asked.
"You're looking at me. It won't come." He said, lowering his head and hearing them bursted into laughter.
"Spoilt rich kid." One commented and fortunately, they did turn around.
