‡ They call me Ryan Dakobi ‡
ҲҲҲ I'm here to have fun ҳҳҳ
ҲҲҲ and live a life with no ҳҳҳ
ҲҲҲ regrets... ҳҳҳ
Because, really... What's the point of living a life with no fun?
⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗⸗
The young man was sitting on the edge of his seat, clad in a form fitting white t-shirt and some worn out jeans, the same outfit he wore the day before when he had pulled off the biggest antic ever; kidnapping. Ryan was slowly rocking back and forth in the chair and imagining what he had done, and what he wanted to do. He had kidnapped somebody. He had actually kidnapped somebody! The very thought made him giddy with joy, like a little kid. Was that sadistic? Nah it wasn’t really. He was almost in complete control of another person, and the feeling was so empowering! The girl he’d taken was in the palm of his hand, and he was free to do whatever the hell he felt like, no consequences! The previous night still left him pumping adrenaline, just thinking about it got him exhilarated.
Chloroform and a dirty old rag that was all it took. He knew where she lived; he’d been watching her for a while. She was on the way home from something or another, and he just ran out from his hiding place, tackled her and covered her nose with the cloth, so she inhaled nothing but the chemical. He brought her unconscious form here and met up with the other kidnappers. All he needed now was for her to wake up, where the real excitement would be. It was so easy; it made him wonder why he didn’t try it earlier. The answer was easy though, because other guys wouldn’t be there to back him up. If the cops came and busted them, they would all be in it together, which would make everything simple, sort of.
Ryan brushed back his short blonde hair back with one hand and slowly started to tap his feet on the floor in a steady rhythm. He was growing impatient, how long would it take her to wake up and when would he know? He wanted to be doing something, anything really. He still needed to think about he wanted to do with her. Ransom maybe? Nah that would be boring, money wasn’t very interesting. A murder might be pretty interesting… Anything was possible; really, he just had no clue where to start.
He was about to get up and check on his girl, but he heard Logan ask him something, and he perked up. He was the ringleader of the whole thing, and seemed to know what he was doing. Leaning back in his chair and propping his legs up on the table he let out a sigh. Why? That was a good question, and maybe if the others gave a good answer then he could get some idea of what he wanted to do with her.
“Eh, well I for one did it for the entertainment. This was the most exciting thing I could think about doing. The whole idea of getting into this much trouble if something goes wrong is pretty adrenaline-pumping, eh?” he chuckled and crossed his arms. That probably wasn’t the best thing to bring up when their kidnapped were not even awake yet. Maybe it was because he was a little bit nervous about what he did. Life behind bars was not exactly an appealing thought. There was another reason why he wanted to do this with four others. They probably had the same thing going though their heads.
((Out Of Caramels: I'm sorry, this isn't my best first post ><; And I'll try to make a nicer posting style soon))
100
100
200
