A Dark Capture By Hannah Rumon Grade 6

My heart pounded in my chest, but I couldn’t slow down and I couldn’t look back. There was no doubt about it, it was getting closer. I turned the corner of the elegant Paris shops, hoping to get away from it. I got a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower. It was more beautiful than I ever imagined.
I wanted to look at it in more detail I also wanted to get away. I stopped in a little café near the tower. It smelled of hot chocolate with mint, I ordered one.
I sat right near the glass doors and gazed at the Eiffel Tower. As I sat and looked at it in detail. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something. Was it, it walking pass? I sat up and tried to see it but there was nothing in plain sight. I ran outside.
I looked left and right. Left and right again, there was nothing I walked around the next corner. Looked in every putrid ally and every fancy shop and café. There was still nothing, nothing at all. The streets were deserted.
I felt that shivery feeling go down my spine again. My luscious hair was now being touched. I wanted get that thing away from me. All I could think of doing was turning around and screaming.
I turned around slowly, silently but fast. I shouted, “What do you want” The next thing I knew I was being put into this brown bag and everything went black from there. When I woke up, I can only remember being dragged and yanked, somewhere. I felt distorted, dizzy and somewhat hungry. How long have I been in here I thought. I was dropped on a cement floor and left there alone.
I heard doors closing and locking, closing and locking. Again and again, I heard them close, again and again. I rustled in my bag and noticed I could get out. I raised my arms and opened up the bag to see no sunlight. I was locked in, in a room with only a couch and a rope. No sunlight, the windows were boarded up. I heard some mumbling from the one of the rooms next door. I put my ear to every door but every time failing. Of course the last one was it the door.
I couldn’t make out all of the grump almost silent words, but this is what I heard, “Did…you…get…her…Brown.” That was my last name, why did they want me?

I heard the other somewhat high voice response, “Yes...did, boss. Not…sure…she’s…right…Brown.” Who Brown, did they want me Emily Brown or another Brown. Their conversation continued I decided not to snoop, not to strain my ears. I sat down and the next thing I knew. It strolled in.
It walked in and walked out. I got only a slight glimpse that disappeared in a blink of an eye. He shut the door and locked it. He came backing a minute later and tied my ankles together, my legs, arms, everything possible. Stuffed me in the brown bag tied that up and my world went black again.
To Be Continued…