Chapter Two

NANCY'S POV 

I think I lost them somewhere, right before I made it home.

I shouldn't have gone out in the first place, I shouldn't have stayed out.

Now look the shit I've landed myself in.

I doubt it'd be long before they find me here.

I've heard they use very advanced technological equipments that can even detect their prey's location anywhere using just their body's heat wave.

Without a second thought, I start throwing my few most essential stuffs into my backpack.

I turned my phone off and threw it in my waste bin, taking only my line with me.

It should be impossible to track a dead phone, but even if they somehow can, it would lead them right here.

My hands shook as I filled my backpack and zipped it close.

I lifted my small makeshift bed and pulled out the small safe I've been keeping there and emptied my life saving out on the bed.

I didn't bother counting it, I didn't have the luxury of time on my side.

The cash should keep me going for a while, that is if I make it out of this alive.

Those dangerous morons out there searching for me could get their piggy hands on it and use it to snack away while they cut deeper into me.

I couldn't even bring myself to laugh at the dark humor that accompanied the thought.

I grabbed the picture of my parents standing on my night stand and removed it from its frame.

It'd be easier to carry like this. And next I took Kiki, a small, stuffed monkey that had belonged to Kelvin.

I've kept it all these years in his memory.

Lifting my backpack, I started heading to my entrance door.

There was a sound from the back entrance that froze me in my spot.

They are here.

They've found me, oh God, they've found me.

I dropped my backpack on the floor next to me as soundlessly as I could manage.

I was conflicted with the thought of surrendering myself to them and putting up my best resistance fight ever against God know how many men.

The latter option in its dripping stupidity appealed better to me though.

I'm a Kane through and through and no Kane ever goes down without fighting. 

I reached for and grabbed the somewhat heavy wood that had come off my wardrobe sometime last week.

Standing flat against the wall, recalling every move I've learned in the torturing self defence lessons my parents have put me through, I prayed to every listening God to save me this one last time.

Just this once, I promise.

There were footsteps,  heavy, calculated and definitely male.

My estimation? Only one man.

The sound was getting closer to where I stood, waiting.

Closer, closer, clos...... I swung the stick as hard as I could, with all my might.

"Fuck!" Whoever that was growled, coming around to face me.

Okay, that didn't go as planned and now I'm dead.

That hit was supposed to have knocked him out flat and granted me access to escaping.

I can see now why that didn't work.

This man was big and solidly built and it will take much more than one hit from a midget like me to knock him out.

He stood in front of me, his face like dark, thundering clouds, if that's a thing, eyes bright like threatening lightening, if that's also a thing.

Oh shit, I'm dead, I'm fucking dead.

He seized both of my hands in his as I tried to catch him off guard and land another hit, easily discarding my only weapon.

Just great.

He didn't utter any word as I tried to accept that this is the end for me.

He's easily almost twice my size and he can over power me without even putting any effort.

The strength in the hand grasping both of mine was easy testimony to that.

I ran him over with my eyes, glaring him to the hottest parts of hell where he'd roast worse than a burnt Thanksgiving turkey!

And that didn't even make the bastard twitch an eye.

Funny how he didn't look anything like I had expected.

For one, he wasn't in some overbearing Armani suit, or anything of the sort, like I had envisioned a man from an evil agency like his would.

No sir, he was stuffed in a Jean that would be about a size or two too small for a man his size.

And he was fucking shirtless.

Doesn't exactly scream unscrupulous and evil agency to me.

And the new question now is, if he's not with them, then who is this guy?

What does he want from me?

He eyed my packed backpack for only a milli second before he lifted it with a sigh.

He pulled me with him, holding only my left hand now in a secure grasp.

I was half dragged with him to the back entrance he'd come in from.

"Who the Fuck are you?" I queried in a half scream as I got over the shock of the event of last two minutes.

And I'm only half screaming because I have no close neighbours that can hear and come to save me, and If there's a chance in hell that he's not from the lab agency, I didn't want to attract them with my loudness.

The thought didn't eliminate my fear and curiosity but it did bring a sliver of hope for me.

If only I can escape him somehow.

"Who are you and where the hell are you taking me?" I queried again in my half scream tone.

He glared at me, hard and briefly but he didn't break his stride or grace my question with an answer.

The nerve of this man.

He effortlessly pulled me with him and I fought it every step of the way, giving him hell. 

I must look like some sappy, spoilt kid, sour from not having her way, but I didn't care.

"Can you be any less of a monkey!" His words were accompanied by another glare in my direction and his tone was oddly quiet and cold, like he didn't talk a lot.

"And he talks,  praises." I mocked.

"I'm impressed. I was beginning to think I was kidnapped by a dumb caveman who can only say 'fuck', pun intended."

"If you plan to escape them, you can try being quiet and less childish."

Escape them?

Wait, what? Did he call me childish?

"And I'm supposed to follow your instructions? You who is holding me against my wish? Why, kind sir, bless your soul." I replied sarcastically.

I gave up fighting him after he said nothing in response.

Whoever he is, wherever he's taking me, it can't be worse than been taken as a specimen for experiment.

"So......if you are not with them, what are you then and why do you have me?"

I asked moments later unable to endure the silence threatening to swallow me, any longer. 

I've never been one for quiet scenes and if I'm matching to imminent danger and my possible death, there's no way I'm doing that quiet like a meek lamb matching to its slaughter.

I'm going to keep probing my taciturn captor here until I can't. 

"You know, I didn't really think you were with them after the first minute. I've always envisioned they'd come in suits and state of the art gadgets not shirtless and fit into undersized jeans."  I continued.

"Yeah, the dressing kinda gave it away and my description suits the movies."

There was no responding glare this time and the silence just got thicker.

Well, it seems I'll have to keep myself from sinking into depressing thoughts of my future with no help from my captor here.

Now that I think about it, I don't even know his name.

Does he know mine? I mean he's the kidnapper here.

Well, he's getting an introduction either way, whether he wants one or not. 

"So I realized we don't know any thing about each other. No, scratch that, you are the kidnapper here," I emphasised on the 'kidnapper', making sure to draw it out.

"so you must know something about me aside the fact that I'm a star, to have kidnapped me. I'm still going to be nice though and introduce myself. My name is Nancy Kane. You are?"

A grunt and no answer.

That's all I get?

Hey, I'm trying to be nice here.

"Okay, Mr occasional mute, can I know where you are taking me to and why?"

Still no answer.

I expected that because I've been the only one doing most of the talking here between us.

We are deep into the woods now but he seems to totally know his way around.

No confused pauses or contemplation on which way to go.

It's like he has a map of this woods tattooed on his mind.

And his silence is totally insufferable.

I keep it quiet again as I follow his lead, swatting off the leaves and thin climbing branches that occasionally got in my face.

I found my mind involuntarily wondering back to that wolf I'd left earlier in the woods.

I hope it got better. There's no way for me to know what later became of him and I found  myself praying that he's fine now and has gone back to his family.

Or that he's still somewhere around here and would jump out from one part of the woods and take this caveman I'm with down.

That would be fun to watch.

I glanced at 'Mr captor the occasional mute', he looked so tall with midget, little me next to him.

My head barely even made it past his shoulder.

He looked in his late twenties, that age where most guys sow their wild oats and add notches to their bed post, if you get the drift.

I doubt he has any girls letting him sow any oats with them.

He has this brooding darkness hanging around him that will scare most girls away.

The silence was becoming heavy and suffocating again so I slid back into my jabbing again.

"So......is this what you do all year long?" I asked him, avoiding a fallen branch from tripping me.

"Barging into people's houses and taking damsels in distress captive?"

I heard something like a snort at the point where I said damsels.

Fuck him.

"Do you have a wife? A daughter?"

No response, not even the snort.

I want a fucking reaction! I want words!

"I doubt that," I continued sweetly, navigating through another fallen tree trunk.

"With the way you brood and all this danger you ooze, I doubt any girl will be daring enough to take you up on a life long bondage, lived with only signs and muteness."

I sighed.

"With the option of a wife gone, I guess that crosses out a daughter too. But you must have a sister, right?"

I observed him as I asked and I noticed he tensed slightly at the mention of a sister. 

Definitely struck a nerve there.

"So that's a yes!" I said feeling proud of my observation. 

"Then you'd know what it'd feel like to have her taken from you. I'm someone's sister. If you don't let me go, my brother and my husband and my very numerous sons will come after you!"

Husbands and sons, where had that come from?

It had sounded pretty cool though.

And his imposed muteness was driving me crazy.

"So about your sister....."

He stopped without warning and I almost walked smack dab into him.

"Enough." 

There was a powerful command in his voice that cut me off and shut me right up.

His eyes were hard in their darkness and the gold rings surrounding his irises glowed.

He looked scary.

Where have I seen similar eyes though?

Yeah.....my hurt wolf in the woods.

I was quiet the rest of the way, afraid he may lose it with me and hurt me.

He seemed dangerous now.

What happened with his sister though?

I followed his lead, my wrist hurting a bit in his grasp, until he stopped us in front of this big building.

It was magnificent and beautiful and can easily pass for a castle.

Where in hell, is this place?