Taylor heard the man he knew as Jon talking to someone on a phone.
"Or maybe a camera." He thought to himself. Listening to what he said, he felt like he was gonna throw up.
Ransom? Five million dollars? We don't have that kinda money do we!?"
He knew they were at some kinda resting area, but he didn't know when they'd gotten there and he wondered if he'd let him and his brother's go to the bathroom soon. He had to go. Taylor would've gone into shock, but he heard something else that caught his interest.
"Ok Will, hand me a new tape!" Jon barked. He heard the sound of something, most likely the tape, being slid into something else plastic.
"Damnit all! I hate this damn blindfold!"
Then Jon's voice started again:
"Hello Moffatts. We've got a few things to say to you. As of now, I'm the brand new owner of four slightly fucked up teen age boys, you'd like to call Scott, Clint, Bob, and Dave. If you'd like to see your boys again, I'd suggest that you pay up a nice little sum of five million dollars and I'm sure everything'll be fine."
Taylor heard audible gasps from gagged mouths nearby and wondered if Ike and Zac had woken up yet.
"Who're The Moffatts anyway?" Taylor wondered silently. "This sucks! I wanna go home!" With that, he started struggling all over again and ripping violently at his hands to get them free of whatever was holding them tied. He heard laughter from two voices and got angry.
"Hey Mac, put the camera on the MMMbop brats for a minute. See the middle one!? *Laughter* He must wanna go home to mom and dad dontcha boy?"
He kicked Taylor savagely in the side and watched the boy's struggling stop as he curled into a ball.
"Well Moffatts, we got Hanson too. We're looking for some mega bucks here and we aren't gonna letcha have your kids back if ya don't give us what we want. And for added pressure, why don't we do this. If you don't pay for your brats, Hanson family doesn't get their kids back till ya do. Same for them. Hope to hear from you soon. If we don't we'll kill the boys. That simple. We'll contact you in two days, till then." He said, picking up Dave's head and slamming it into the floor.
"Bye bye!" Dave grunted and started crying, all of it caught on tape.
Jon looked down at the tapes in his hand, one marked with a large M and the other with H and smiled. He couldn't believe it! After all this planning, they were finally doing it. Sitting down with a sigh at the lap top in front of him, he began the boring process of loading the images from the tape onto his computer. He planned to send them to an accomplice back in Tulsa and LA so the tapes would be seen much sooner and much, much cheaper then if he would have sent them from here. He sat still in his chair contemplating what he was doing while waiting. They were doing it!
"This is gonna be the biggest talked about thing ever! We'll be rich!" Laughing, he watched the counter on the computer flash and say it was done loading. He hit send for both tapes and turned his computer off. That part was done, now it was time to get back to driving. Heaving himself up, he packed his stuff and got in the van and drove off with the seven teenagers in the back. And no one was aware of any fowl play.
"Sheila, they know better then this! They wouldn't just run off! They knew we had a flight to catch!" Frank stormed around his rented home.
His wife Sheila laid her hand on his arm sympathetically. She knew just how he felt even though the boys weren't hers.
"Frank, we both know they wouldn't run away. If they did that they wouldn't have told us they were leaving." She said.
"I know, but once I get a hold of those-," His voice was cut short at a sharp knock at the front door. Hoping it was his sons, he jogged over to the door and opened it. Confused to see no one there, he was about to shut the door when he saw a brown paper wrapped package. The size of a book with a lump on the top and a letter on the bottom.
Pulling the letter off, he started reading:
We got your boys, if you want to see them alive again, then you'll do exactly what I say. Ok, to start with, watch the tape enclosed and I'll explain everything to you.
Frank's eye's widened and filled with tears as he tore the brown paper off as he ran for the tape player.
"Who was it Frank...?" Sheila trailed off slowly when she saw her husband's face. She watched in silence as a picture filled the screen. What she saw terrified her beyond words. Scott, Clint, Bob, and Dave were lying on the floor of a building; tied, gagged, and blind folded. Now and then another body would come into view, but not enough for her to identify it. Then a voice came as the camera focused on a man in a ski mask:
"Hello Moffatts. We've got a few things to say to you. As of now, I'm the brand new owner of four slightly fucked up teen age boys you'd like to call Scott, Clint, Bob, and Dave. If you'd like to see your boys again, I'd suggest that you pay up a nice little sum of five million dollars and I'm sure everything'll be fine."
"Those sick fucks! Gawd fucking damnit! Those bastards!" Frank heard his wife's voice wailing in the background and they rushed to comfort one another. They'd thought the video was over, but the man started talking again.
"Hey Mac, put the camera on the MMMbop brats for a minute. See the middle one!? *Laughter* He must wanna go home to mom and dad dontcha boy? Well Moffatts, we got Hanson too. We're looking for some mega bucks here and we aren't gonna letcha have your kids back if ya don't give us what we want. And for added pressure, why don't we do this. If you don't pay for your brats, Hanson family doesn't get their kids back till ya do. Same for them. Hope to hear from you soon, if we don't we'll kill the boys. That simple. We'll contact you in two days, till then. Bye bye!"
They watched in confusion and sympathetic pain when a blond boy was kicked hard in the stomach, but they cried out in horror when Dave's head was slammed into the ground and he started crying. They clung to each other and started crying in long shuddering breaths, praying their boys would be all right. Who would do this? Who would want to ruin the lives of their boys? Sheila looked up and saw something.
"What's...what's that on the paper?" Sheila asked, stuttering a bit from crying. She went over and pulled off the little lump that was wrapped in more brown paper and tore it open.
"Frank! Look!" She yelled, then started sobbing all over again. Frank leaned in and gasped. It was the fish necklaces the boys had been given when they first started to get recognized as a band..
Scott shifted against Dave, who was trembling, and gave him a nudge in hopes Dave would feel the nudge as a loving, sympathetic one. He felt a soft nudge back and assumed that he understood. He wished their necklaces hadn't been taken from them, he felt so naked, so insecure without them on.
"So...they have Hanson too huh? I hope we didn't drag em into something we did. Who are these people? Why're they doing this to us? Why can't they just leave us alone. Damn! When are we gonna get to go to the bathroom!? I gotta pee!"
Scott shifted once more and flew in the air when they hit a bump. Upon landing, he landed on someone's body, but couldn't tell who. He'd managed to orient himself some how with who was who on the floor by the men talking about him and his brothers. But now? Ha! Trying to roll around to get off the poor guy he was on, he felt soft hands grabbing him gently to move him. Once he was on his side, he felt the gag being taken out, ever so kind-heartedly.
"Where are my brothers!?" He choked out, his throat dry. His only answer was silence and he felt depressed all over. He'd hoped to hear something. Then his depression lifted as he felt water dripping into his mouth and he lifted his head in eagerness for the cool liquid. When he had enough, he turned his head away and felt some water dribble onto his noggin before his attendant pulled the glass away.
"Please talk to me. Why're you doing this us!?" Yelled Scott. He heard muffled yells from close by, comforting him and backing him up, he sensed.
"Ahhhhh, the one of the Moffshit's are awake I see. Don't bother to ask the girl any more questions. She's mute, get me?" Came a cruel voice.
"Yes sir, but..but why are you doing this? What're you trying to prove?" He asked fearfully.
"Prove? I ain't proven nothing Moffshit, just trying to make some easy money, easy money boy."
He could tell the man was smiling and felt extremely pissed that he couldn't do anything about his current situation.
"If you're doing this, can you at least let us go to the bathroom?" Scott yelped, feeling the burning pain in his bladder.
Laughing, Jon answered, "Nope. Sorry, you're gonna hafta shit and piss in yer pants if ya gotta go. We still got two more days of travel before we get to Penn..to our destination. Now shut up and don't try anything back there. We got cameras monitoring all you. Girlie? Put the gag back in his mouth asap!"
The young girl did what she was told, looking down sadly as the boy struggled to keep the gag away from his mouth. Sighing, she held his head between her thighs and put the gag back in loosely. As a second thought, she turned to the one she knew as Taylor and loosened his up considerably and watched as he moved his lips around to moisten them.
"Why are they doing this for money? You shouldn't be treated like me. You don't deserve this."
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