1 Chapter 1: The Kidnapping

It was August 27th and I was sneaking out, I went through the alleyway. I thought it would be quicker that way when suddenly something grabbed me.

I struggled for a little bit and then I heard a voice behind me say, "shhhh."

'There's no way I'm getting out of this,' I thought to myself. To the their slight surprise I quickly calmed and then all i saw was black.

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When i woke up all i saw was a dark room with a guy in the corner. He was wearing a black hoodie and a mask so I couldn't really see him.

When he spoke his voice was deep, "ugh, finally your awake its been over 2 hours." His tone was really firm and it scared me a bit. But there was something about him that made me feel like I had known it my whole life.

"Are you listening to me?!" he shouted this time and I flinched a little.

"Mhm," I muffled through the fabric that he had put around my face while I was unconscious.

As he walked over to me I got scared, I started to lean back in my chair.

"Calm down I'm not going to hurt you," he said as he took off the fabric. "Not yet at least," he whispered quietly enough that I didn't hear.

"Wow, thanks," I said in a strong yet sarcastic voice.

"I would watch you're tone," he grabbed my hair and pulled it backwards.

"Ahhhhhh!" I screamed out of pain.

After a while of him torturing me he just gave up and left. The next morning I woke up covered in bandages all over my body. He was walking into the room and as I took a closer look at him I noted his features. He had dark brown hair, almost black that was tied in a half poinytail. He also had the most beautiful ocean blue eyes I had ever seen. To be honest he looks like someone I know.

"What are you looking at?" He said with a frown on his face. He still hadn't put the mask back on me from before.

"Nothing," I said with a smile. That's when I realised that I was untied, I looked at my wrists and see that they also have bandages on them. I looked at the man in front off me who had worry written all over his face.

"Yeah, they where cut pretty badly, you should probably stop that," now he looked at me with a kind of sadness.

I grabbed my wrist, "that's none of your business."

"Maybe, but still."

After a while of him talking to me he said, "by the way my name's Alexander, and you?"

"Oh, ummm, my name is..."

'Should I tell him my real name? I don't want him to know that I'm a...'

"Wait. Alexander... like the murderer?"

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