Gilbert got out of the car, slamming the door in victory. "See? I told he could do it!" One of the men cries out in joy, patting Gilbert on the back, hard. The man with curly brown hair had rolled his brown eyes as he opened the car door to get the girl out. "Whatever." Gilbert frowns as Fred tries to get Cynthia out of the car. "Hey cutie. Want to come with us." Max, the blonded hair man, asked her from the other side to block her way. "Hey guys. Becareful with her. Okay?" Gilbert spoke calmly. Luke nods, the one standing next to. "Yeah. After she is Gilbert's after all."
"What? Keep your gands off me. I'll come but dont you put your grumy hands on me. And I'm not his! What are you going to do with me?" Cynthia was a mix and mess of emotions as she waited for responses.
Fred chuckles darkly. "Ooh nice. She is actually willing to come with us." He grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her out of the car even though she had said not to touch her. "Yo Gil. Here is your girl." Gilbert was startled when Fred had shoved her. "I said be carefull with her!" His arms wrapped themselves around Cynthia, holding her close to his chest as he glares at his idiot friend who took out his phone and held it to his ear. "We're on our way. Get the jet ready."
"What are you going to do to me?" She asked thinking. She still had her small backpack purse strapped around her. We're they going to kill her?
"Where ever he goes," Fred points at Gilbert who was holding her close to himself. "You go." Gilbert frowns. It really bothered him how Fred was so rough and careless. "Get the chick into the car and lets get the heck out of here before someone notices us." Max said, annoyed. Gilbert nods. Carefully leading Cynthia towards Luke's slick, black car. He gave her a light push into the back sit and sat himself next to her. Max was sitting on her other side. Probably to make sure she wouldn't try anything. The car starts to pull away and follows Fred's car down the road. "I'm really sorry about Fred. If dares tries to touch you again, I'll break his legs." Gilbert whispers close to Cynthia's ear in a serious, calm voice.
"Why do you care you sick bas.terd?" Cynthia snapped. "What are you going to do with me?" She asked again. She asked herself if this was the end of her. Was this it? Would she suffer long before they killed her?
Gilbert frowns. "Nothing bad." His amber eyes watched her carefully as if he were studying her. 'Its only business. You see our boss is a very powerful man. All he wants to do is his job. That is all."
"Whatever. Just know that if what's-his-name ever touches me again after you break his legs I'll break yours." Cynthia snapped. She felt strange. Earlier when she was in his arms she felt safe. Why? He was a kidnapper. She must just be going crazy.
"I promise." Gilbert gave her a reassuring smile. He liked how brave she was. All this time he thought she would crying and begging for her life but the girl actually has courage. "Hey girly," Luke said as took a long drag of his cigaretti. "You behaving back there or what?" Gilbert put an arm around her waist and pulls her closer to him. "Her name is Cynthia, Luke and she is being a good girl." He gave her a sly smile. "Right?" Gilbert really hated to act like this but if he didn't then Max would probably his father that he was being nice to the hostage.
"Yes. But this girl would be thankful if you chose to smoke on your own time and not get her lung cancer from breathing your smoggy air." Cynthia didn't pull away from Gilbert's embrace.. She kind of liked it... In a twisted kind of way.
"She has a point, Luke." Gilbert smirks at his friend who was muttering stuff under his breath. "Hey. We're here." Max opens the door when the car had stopped. Gilbert pulls Cynthia along with him as he got out. Placing his hand lightly on the small of her back, he guides her towards a large black jet. Max placed a hand onto his shoulder causing him to stop. "When we get into the jet. Knock her out with this." Max whispers, secretly placing a white cloth into his left hand. Gilbert swallows hard. "O-okay." He mumbles, he leads her inside of the jet finding Fred and Luke already inside. "Hi Princess." Fred gave her an evil grin.
"Don't call me princess you–" Cynthia let out a string of words that anyone would be shocked to hear out of the small girl's mouth. She was fed up with this. It was her fault. She was the one who got into the car.
((Sorry for all the short post. I'm doing French homework:p))
(( Lol its okay ^-^ You know French? ))
"A princess with a sailor's mouth. How cute." Fred muses as he stood causing Gilbert to step forward. "Back off. She is my responsibility." Gilbert snaps with a deadly glare. His friend puts his hands up. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Just trying to have a little fun here. Ya know." Luke grabbed Fred's shoulders and forced him to sit. Gilbert saw Max tap his watch, looking a bit to calm that it scared him. "Ehh, Cynthia. I'll show you around the jet..."
"I hope your friend keeps his mouth shut, or he will never be able to have children." Cynthia snaps. "And so... You going to tie me up now? Or hit me with something? Or what?" Her cellphone dinged in her pocket. There goes that idea of calling help.
((A little... Ballerinas have to. Haha))
Gilbert held out hand towards her so she could give him her phone. "Aww I wonder who could be calling the Princess!" Fred laughter was cruel, forcing Luke to shot him a glare. "Hand it over, Girly." Luke said with a yawn as he leans against the back of his seat. Gilbert looks at her, his amber eyes burning into her's. "Please."
(( That is so kool! ^-^ ))
Cyntha knew she didn't have a choice. She gave the phone to Gilbert. No way was she giving it to the sleazy man infront of her. "Oh look. Princess did as told. How lovely." She snapped.
'That a girl." Fred gave her a wink which made Luke punch his shoulder. "Ow!" Gilbert sighs. Fred sure can be an idiot sometimes. He looks down at the caller ID with a startled look causing his heart to pound wildly in his chest. "Who is calling." Max demanded. "Shut it." Gilbert snapped. He holds the phone to his ear as a man's voice starts talk. "Well hello Mr.Web."
"Who are you?!" The man yelled "DADDY HELP!" Cynthia yelled. "Oh look princess didn't do as told." She joked. "What are you doing?!?!" Mr. Web yelled back at Gilbert.