Chrys and Ryan hadn't touched the bike in the garage. The bike in question was one they had found on a chance browse in Facebook - a free bike for the first person who could come and pick it up. Ryan, being the fastest and most reckless driver in existence, was of course the first one to get the bike. The plan had been to fix up the bike so that Ryan might have another bike for his siblings and family, but when they took a closer look the plan was cancelled. The entire bike had been spray painted, gunking up every piece of the bike with paint the shade of semen. With no bike to do anything to, Chrys took the opportunity to prepare dinner.<br/><br/>The dinner and evening had gone well, evolving into a little celebration. Salad rolls had been a good choice for a meal, and the Takahitas absolutely loved it. Even the kids, who were normally picky, had no complaints. The only complaint was that there wasn't enough sauce, and that there wasn't any leftovers. They also loved the rice pudding. By the end of dinner the only thing to clean off the dishes were thin smears of sauce on the plates and ramekins used for the rice pudding, because the kids had liked the meal so much they licked the dishes after. After dinner, they had a little karaoke party, and Chrys sang Katy Perry's<i>Firework </i>for some fun. They were singing until he had to leave, which is when they took a short break to send him off.<br/><br/>Just before he left for his oldest uncle's house by foot, Mrs. Takahita stopped him at the door. "Chrys, why don't you let me drive you there? It's too late to be walking out on the streets so dark! You'll get jumped. Or worse. You also don't have to deal with the hassle of lugging that bag around with you on the streets," Mrs Takahita chastised, like a doting mother.<br/><br/>Chrys shook his head. "Thank you, but no, it's alright. I like being out at night. When the stars are out and the sky is black... it's beautiful. The stars shine their brightest then, dotting the sky endlessly. Besides, it's only a short distance. Just a block or two. I'm going to be walking good streets, and nothing bad will happen. Trust me! Bye, Mrs. Takahita." With that he turned to the door, stepping outside and waving goodbye.<br/><br/>Outside he took a deep breath of fresh air. It was astounding how different air could be when comparing the inside to the outside. Outside air was crisp and clean, filling his nostrils with a slight chill. Chrys liked night, because although it was terrifying in some aspects it was also beautiful. Tonight it was a little chilly, so he was wearing a navy blue hoodie and gray sweatpants. He began walking down the street, towards his uncle's house. It would only be a short walk, and he would be there in twenty minutes tops.<br/><br/>A truck pulled up in front of him, and out stepped a man. Niegel. Chrys stopped in his tracks, surprised to see him so soon. "Oh, I'—" Before he could finish his sentence, Niegel grabbed him, wrapping his arm around Chrys' neck and locking him in a hold. Instinctively his arms reached up, pulling at the arm restraining him. "What are you doin—<i>" </i>Chrys choked out, as Niegel pulled out a syringe. He felt a hard jab in the leg as the syringe was embedding through the fabric of his pants, as something was injected into his thigh. Already, his leg felt numb. Suddenly, his limbs didn't feel like listening to his brain, as his grip on Niegel's arm weakened.<i>What's happening right now...? I have to get away. That's all I know. </i>But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't will his limbs to move. Not even his tongue to scream. "He..." Chrys squeaked, trying to scream for help but having it come out no more audible than a whisper.<br/><br/>Niegel led him over to the car like Chrys was a drunk friend, as his feet stumbled over each other.<i>Help. I'm being kidnapped. </i>It was a struggle enough to keep his eyes open, much less cry for help. Unceremoniously he was tossed in the back seat of Niegel's truck, his body now a coffin for his soul. Something had been injected into him, and his only guess could be that it was some sedative. Pitifully he reached up into the air, before his arm collapsed on top of his chest.<i>Why is this happening? Why? Why? Why... </i>His last conscious thought was of how he should've let Mrs. Takahita drive him to his uncle's, as his eyes closed.<br/><br/>When Chrys awoke, he opened his eyes slowly. The first thing that he realized was that he was tied up with rope, arms bound behind his back and legs bound together.<i>What's happening...? Where am I? </i>Memories of last night returned to him, as his heart sunk.<i>That's right. Mr. Reyes... kidnapped me. </i>With wide eyes he searched the room. He was in a nice room, well-decorated and earthy in colour. Based on the shape of the room and how everything had been packed into one space, he thought it might've been a mobile home. Then, he noticed a lone figure seated in front of the room's dining table. Niegel.<br/><br/>Their eyes made contact and Chrys shivered.<i>He kidnapped me. What did I do? Why is this happening? H</i>e slithered backwards in a snake-like fashion, the only way of movement granted to him in his bound state, as far back as he could go. But there was only a few feet until his back met a wall. Chrys took a dry gulp before daring to speak. "Where... where is this?" Chrys asked.<i>Stay calm. This is not the time to panic.</i>