Title: Ransom By: Mystical Angel Chapter 1 Rating: PG Disclaimers: Hiya peeps! As usual Sailor Moon does not belong to me, and never will. It belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. Okay, you must help me! This is my fic and I would absolutely LOVE any ideas, suggestions, and especially comments. If anyone would like to be my editor that would be awesome! I have always written fanfics, but this is my first one put on the internet. My last one was about 130 pgs. but I doubt this one will be this long. Tell me what you think, and if you want I'll give you previews for the upcoming chapters. If anyone has bothered to read this I have a request. Read Football Mishaps by Minmae. It's awesome! Kay? Good, now that that's over lets get on with the story! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ransom chapter 1 By: Mystical Angel My favorite fairy tale has always been sleeping beauty and her prince. I always thought that some day my prince would come for me. It was smashed and clattered, and forgotten when he never came for me with his horse and in his gallant manner. I was devastated, and emotionally injured. I had moved on though. From young boys, then to young men. They were al the same. None of them would be my dream prince; none of them could sweep me off my feet and into cloud nine. Some were handsome by the time of my seventeenth birthday, and others were ugly, not to be mean but they were, and some were just plain gross, on the inside and out. No wonder why I have never fallen in love. I sit here and I still wonder what it would be like to fall in love. Would it always be filled with thrills? Excitement? Enchanting romance, like all the older generations say. I will never know though. Only because I have this feeling inside that I will never meet my prince charming, and I will grow up to be an old spinster living on her own, minding her own business while her four best friends are off with their newlywed husbands or with their families in Cucamonga or whatever that island has been named. And now I will wait for no particular reason in this shady area of this forest for my four pre-married friends. They said they would meet me here but for what reason is unknown to me. I just wait, and wait, and wait for the absolution that has never arrived in my life. Oh yeah, I will wait for my friends also. I almost forgot about them, oops. My prince charming will be tall, really tall, to make him grin when I have to arch my back to see his eyes. His eyes will have to be a deep ocean blue, like my own. I have always found myself gazing into eyes to see their true self. And their hair will be a sandy gray, to match the beaches. In front of me I hear the crackle of leaves beneath a pair of shoes, and the snap of a twig. Immediately I sit up from the big rock that I was so carefully blindfolded upon. I was left here on this very rock that is twice my width, and about three times my height when I lay upon the surface. I panic, the continuos beating of my heart fills my ears with a frightening thump. A hot sweat breaks upon my face, mouth is ajar, and the only sound I could hear is my heart and the steadily crunch of a pair of feet walking towards me. My eyes itched to take a look beneath the black blindfold. Ropes were making my wrists and ankles sore. They were also cutting off my circulation; A rope tied my ankles together above my sock line, but with no shoes on. In the back of my ankles a long piece of that rope went between my legs and up to my wrists then to my elbows to make sure I wasn't able to run away. I was tied up so tightly that my feet were almost touching my bottom. Sitting up was especially hard on my knees which were lying against the cold and hard rock that was up so high, if I were to fall I would surely break something. The beating of my heart became deafening, then all of a sudden my heart stopped all together. The pair of feet I heard walking towards me had stopped. The person must have had a ladder of some sort, for a hand rested on my shoulder and made me shudder with fear. The person spoke to me in an evil kind of way. "You are awake. You surprise me. But it is time for sleepy by again. Open wide and close your eyes, and you will receive a stinky surprise." My attacker laughed. Without warning my kidnapper stuck a napkin or gauze of some sort with sleeping gas spread across it. I immediately fell limp. She caught me in her arms when I fell. My attacker lifted me from the rock in the woods down the ladder. She carried me princess style to wherever she was going to take me. My head bobbed all the way to wherever the. My head bobbed all the way to wherever the destination was. All I heard was the crunching of the leaves beneath her feet. Everything went dark from there on out. I could only hope that my friends or my prince, would hear my telepathic calls for help. I arose to the sound of shouting voices from across the room. Or in the next room to the one I was in. I no longer heard birds chirping, or the sound of a rushing creak in the distance. I was not able to feel the light breeze of the northwest wind anymore. What I felt was hot moist air, that made me perspire. It was stuffy in the room that I was in. My head hurt like a television had accidentally been dropped on me. I opened my eyes to a very blurry sight. After a while it came into focus, but the light from overhead made my eyes sting and ache. I felt as if I were to vomit at any moment. The light felt so bright that it was nauseatingly horrible. I tried to sit up from the place that I had been laid upon. But I was handcuffed to the bed post behind my head. Suddenly, my five senses became stronger. The heat made me sweat even more, and it made me feel as if I was not wearing any deodorant at all. The yelling voices that had woken me up became louder, and ! ! my ears were sensitive. My eyes became even more sensitive to the light above me. My bangs were drenched with perspiration and stuck to my forehead. I just wanted the pain to go away. There was a sticky residue in my mouth that replaced my normal saliva, it made me swallow again, and again. It made me want to vomit even more. I now knew what it was like to have a hangover. The sleeping substance that was sprayed or drenched over the cloth that my attacker had used to make me faint or something must have been some kind of sleeping drug. And the after affects were feeling nausea and other flu kind of symptoms. The voices had gotten louder, and I was able to decipher the gender of the voices. One was male, and the other was female; if I was able to remember correctly my attacker's voice was female. She must have been a strong female to be able to lift me from the rock and carry me away from the woods. It sounded as if the female had the upper hand in the argument. She was far louder than the male, and with the rising voices continuing I was able to tell that they were battling for power over the other. After my headache subsided I was able to understand what the people were saying. "What do we do now Einstein! You forgot the ransom letter to the folks! For cry's sake Jean! I could even do better than that!" The male voice screamed. "Then why didn't you do it?" The female asked more calmly. "I told you to do it, but no---you had to take money out of your account. What kind of excuse is that!" She ended up screaming. I heard a loud groan from the male as, I am guessing, ! ! he slammed his hand upon a table in frustration. "I guess we buy one of those voice transitions and call her parents for the ransom." The male said much calmer. "Do you know how much those cost?" His voice started to rise from the beginning of the new sentence. "I will go buy one with my own money then! You stay here and take care of her." Said the female. "Wait, I thought you got a boy. What happened?" He asked curiously. "I was going to but then I found this note from his parent to the daughter stating that he was out. That is why we have her. She was sound asleep when I found her, and did not wake up until you dropped off the truck. What else am I suppose to do?" I heard a sigh of exasperation. I had to listen closely now to understand what they were saying. I could just picture the male leaning on a table, head down, thinking; concentrating. "How old is she? Do you know?" The more I listened in on them, the more I began to think that he had the upper h! ! and in this. That he was the boss, the big cheese. "Not exactly." Her answer was not strong, she knew that he would be upset. It was the tone in her voice that gave it away. "You do not know? How old does she look like?" He asked again. "I do not…know. I just said that." She was beginning to get scared now. I could just see her backing away as he advanced on her. But instead, I heard angry and hurried footsteps towards the room I was trapped in. I was petrified. My eyelids were clamped open, to see the ugly and cold person that told the orders. My muscles were numb with fear. I heard a key enter the hole and the hand twisted to unlock the light brown wooden door. I was in my boxer shorts and a tee shirt, the cloths I wore to bed the night before. I laid on my back, my hips were slightly twisted to the side and I wore no socks. My white toe nail polish showed against the off colored sheets on the bed. There was a tinted glass window above the doorknob that spelled out Janitor backwards. I saw the figure lean against the window as he had trouble getting the door open. I did not know what was wrong, but I was able to tell from the way he cursed that there was something wrong. The man finally stood up and walked away from the door. I did not even hear my sigh of relief. I was scared beyond belief; tears of happiness strolled down my cheek. My eyes stung with pleasure, and my tense body relaxed. But then I heard something I did not want to hear. The man walked back up to the door and crouched down that I was unable to see what he was doing. I herd little metal things dropped to the floor. I went tense all over again. My eyes, still shut, kept back unwanted tears; the door suddenly slammed against the floor. I now knew what he had done. He took the door off of the hinges. When the door hit the floor there was a great bang, and a cloud of dust that had covered the f! ! loor sprang up into his face. I slowly opened my eyes. Being so tense had made all of my stomach muscles hurt. There he was coughing and still crouching on the floor, but soon he raised and held a stance. I saw his blue eyes first, then his lean composure. He wore a black sweat shirt, and a green jacket over it. His pants were also black, and wore black shoes. He was tall, very tall, and had uncombed hair that matched the color of ebony. I saw him look at me once, then turned his head; he took a double take and took a longer look at me. His eyes glazed over me; I closed my eyes as another tear found it's way down my cheek. I did not dare to open them until I was sure that he was gone. Soon, I was able to hear his heavy footsteps leave the room. Another fight had begun. "Are you insane, Jean? She is how old? She must be at least fifteen for crying out loud! She has the ability to run away, and tell the law enforcement!" In all my years that I have heard someone address the police, this was the first time that I have ever heard anyone say law enforcement. "It's too late now though." He said more calmly. I'll make a note in my head. The woman's name is Jean. Remember Jean. "Do you have our strongest pair of handcuffs on her at least?" Since the door was down I saw him glaring at her with ferocious eyes. She looked at me and shook her head while backing away. I could tell why. He advanced upon her and pretended to strangle her neck. The arteries from his neck bulged as he tried to contain his temper. Quickly, he spun around to the opposite side of the room and grabbed another pair of handcuffs. This pair was a very shiny silver, as if they had never been touched before. He made a hand motion signal for the woman to follow him! ! . She wore a ragged dress made of different materials of cloth. There was blue, red, and gold on the lining, on the neckline was a fake pearl necklace that hung down to her belly-button. The two of them stopped before me, and gazed down at me. I will make a break for it when he releases my hands to put on the other pair of handcuffs. I thought. "Get the key." He said to the woman. I started a slow count down. My heart was beating so hard it felt as if it were going to pop right out of my chest. He jiggled with the keys carefully. Every moment was torturous, and then I watched the handcuffs slowly fall to the floor as if in slow motion. If I were to go, I must go now. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Tell me what you think at milky_way173@ix.netcom.com PLEASE!!! ^.^