The Final Victory

THE FINAL VICTORY

By Susanna C. Mahoney

Copyright © 2011

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PUBLISHED BY: Susanna C. Mahoney

Copyright © 2011 by Susanna C. Mahoney

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THE FINAL VICTORY

PROLOGUE

The door opened slowly, the teen boy peeks through the small crack, and he holds his breath, looking to see if the people who kidnap him were still home. He listens; all he could hear is the clock ticking loudly. Each click was making his heart race, does he stay in the closet or take a chance and sneak out of it. H e can’t remember how many days have passed since they put him in there. The kidnappers equipped it with some food, a flashlight and a sleeping bag. There was an empty bucket available for him to use as a bathroom. The kidnappers would unlock the door to bring him peanut butter sandwiches and some milk, twice a day, and some fruit later at night. They would take the bucket and bring it back clean. The kidnappers, two men and a woman; all did not communicate much. They just gave him a silent smile and quickly took care of his needs.

He was not afraid anymore. He just wanted to go home to his mom and dad, two brothers and sister.

Earlier in the day, he was walking on his way home from school. Thinking he had a good day he received a B on his report. Shot the final basket to win the game in gym class. The girl with the red hair sat close to him in the auditorium that morning. He was walking deep in thought about the happiness of his day. He did not realize there was a van following him since he left school. As he reached the corner, the van stopped suddenly, the doors opened and he was being grabbed by a big burly man, being lifted as if he was a feather into the van.

Another man waiting inside put his hand over the boy’s mouth and held his arms behind him, tying him up with strong rope. He felt the ropes cutting into his wrist, the man held the boy’s head and put a blindfold on him and told him to be quiet. Michael thought to himself, what is happening? Who are these people? What do they want? He lay still, opening his ears and tried to listen to all noises.

All he heard was the sound of tires rolling on the road, quiet breathing, he was getting scare. He starts to wriggle, the man told him to stop and lay a hand on his chest, slightly pressing down. Michael got the message and stopped moving.

He was exhausted from the ordeal, his eyes kept closing. The man put chloroform on a cloth and told Michael to inhale if he knew what was good for him. He knew he was trapped and could not fight it. He felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, his family’s faces were flashing before his eyes. The man checked Michael’s breathing, knowing that they will be driving another two days to bring Michael to their master and needed him to be alive. He took a blanket and covers him up. He checks the food supply, water and peanut butter sandwiches to make certain enough food was available for the journey from New York to Florida.

The kidnappers understood they could not be caught, by stopping to buy supplies, Gather enough provisions to keep driving. They traveled on I 95, taking Michael from would be an Amber Alert.

They knew they at least had twenty-hours hours to escape before Michael was officially declare missing from New York City. The kidnappers turn on the radio and police scanner to hear reports and to be able to keep updated with if there were announcements of Michael missing.

After a few hours, Michael felt the sunlight tapping his closed eyes; his opens them slowly, to realize his was blindfolded. His mind gradually coming to consciousness, he knew he was sedated with chloroform and needed to be careful around these strangers, they meant business... He was feeling groggy, testing his awareness, he moves his head. He had a pounding headache. He moved his legs, they felt like lead weights, not moved in while, he stretch to get the circulation going again. Opening his ears, he listens; all he could hear was a train whistle in the background, geese flying over ahead.

He moved his hands, still tied behind his back.

The ropes were not as tight as previously, someone had loosened them. He moves his hands, feeling underneath him, he felt the same carpet and realizes he was still in the van. His mouth was parched; He licks his dry cracked lips. He tried to make a sound, his voice was croaking, he tries to pronounce water. He needs water to drink. He hears the rustling of feet coming towards the van, the door opening and lighting the inside, the afternoon sunlight blinding his eyes, through the blindfold.

He closes his eyes and slowly opens them, to adjust to the bright light. The man came over him, checking his pulse, commenting to his partner, he is still breathing we should carry him inside before someone comes along and sees him. The two men took hold of Michael and slung him over one of their shoulders. Michael groans from the maneuver.

He is awake. "Water, need water, yes you will get water, be quiet. Michael felt himself being carried across land.

The man was walking as if he was dodging holes or something. Michael smells pine and other woody odors, and felt the warmth of heat from a stove coming at him, as he entered the doorway to the hideout they choose to keep him hidden in. He felt himself being put down into a soft chair, the man told him if he behaves and did nothing stupid, everything will be okay. Michael sensed the bottle of water on his lips. The man told him not to gulp, take small sips. Michael was grateful for the water. He took a sip and then another. Next, he smelt the sandwich; the man broke it down into chewable bites. Michael realizes how hungry he is. Next, he smells the banana, which he slowly chews, savoring every bite. After finishing the snack, Michael felt the presence of the kidnapper’s bodies. He heard their breathing and then felt one of them approaching him.

The man roughly grabs his arm and pulls him up off the chair. Steer him towards what felt like steps, the man tells him to lift his feet, they were walking up stairs.

Michael reached out for balance and gripped the banister, counting the stairs, he counted twelve.

The man steered him towards the left into a room, then into a closet, he told Michael to get on his knees, and do not turn around until he heard the lock on the door click, does he understand? Michael nodded his head yes.

The man told him he has a flashlight, a bed to sleep on, some food and a bucket for personal needs. Michael was scared, and asked the man what do you want, why am I here? Please I just want to go home. I am scare and do not want to be here.

The man clears his throat and said to Michael, depending upon the master instructions, you will be release soon. He hears the man footsteps as he was about to leave, yelling; no wait, tell me why I am here? Let me go home now.

Then he heard a woman’s voice telling him; when I closed and locked this door you can loosen the ropes and take off the blindfold, okay Michael. He was thinking how do they know my name?

Michael tears running down his face heard the lock click and knew he was not going home yet. He wriggled his hands and felt the ropes falling off. Then he raises his hands and removes the blindfold. He reached out in the darkness of the closet, felt a flashlight and picks it up.

He turns it on. He surveys his surroundings, seeing supplies, a sleeping bag, a bucket and some food was set up. He realizes he is still thirsty; he grabs a bottle of water off one of the shelves and takes a sip.

Asking self; what am I to do? How can I escape from here? Will they contact my parents, Is this a money kidnapping or for some other reason I am here? He decides to push his body’s strength against the door, it was solid oak and lock, and there was no way out.

He was scared, frustrated, was about to go into a panic attack, which he only experienced once in his lifetime. He almost drowned on a summer vacation at the ocean. Then he heard his mother’s voice in his head. Telling him it will be okay, God is with you, I am with you in spirit no matter what trouble you are in, your parents and family loves you. He saw his brothers and sister faces in his mind. Bringing back the memories of the popcorn fight they had last night, the fun of having to dodge the flying popcorn. The movie was funny, and the company of family was comforting, in all a good night with his family. Her voice and the images in his mind, help him to calm down taking control of his anxiety and refocus on positive thoughts.

He calms down and thought about the red hair girl, who chose to sit next to him at the auditorium that morning. Thinking this was a girl he would like to have a relationship with. He thought about the basketball game he played that morning and that he did enjoy being at school and participating in other activities, to be with his friends.

He promised to himself that he would try to stay strong and be positive, not react with negative thoughts. He looks over at the shelves, and saw the replacement batteries for the flashlight. Then he saw different batteries, what are these replacements for? He searched the shelves further, locating a tape recorder and blank notebooks. He asked self what is this about? all these tools set up, and him being kidnapped? To distract his negative thinking, he picks up the tape recorder and pushes on the play switch. Strange instrumental music came on. He listens; it was a combination of instruments, guitars, piano, organ, trumpets and other instruments.

He fast forwards the tape, a man was speaking a foreign language, and Michael was confuse by the language and turns it off. Then he picks up the blank notebook and thought this will come in handy.

He grabs a 8 x 11 notebook, to start drawing. A smaller book fell off the shelve dropping to the ground. Michael bends down to pick it up. He sees it a daily day planner.

He thought he should keep it to track the days. He slips it into his pocket of his jeans.

Michael thought he heard the ringing of a phone in the distance, he wishes he could hear the conversation. He listens carefully he hears one of the men talking.

His baritone voice was too low to hear the conversation. Michael did not know that the man was talking to the Master of their sect. The man was talking into the mouthpiece; yes we got the boy, no one saw us. He is comfortable, has food, light and some comforts to keep him occupy. Yes, we will see you when you arrive, looking forward to your visit. The kidnapper hangs up the phone the woman asks both men if that was the Master calling and when could she expect his arrival? Telling them she needs to prepare the house for his welcome.

The men told her, he was planning to arrive tomorrow at three p.m. They all went their separate ways, the woman to prepare the house and meals.

The men went down to the basement to plan the strategic revolution with Michael as their leader. They knew they were treating their next Master with disrespect, but he needed to experience all levels of human emotions from fear to joy, from sorrow to happiness and all in between, if he was to lead the proper forces against the good that they were planning to fight and defeat them with a surprise attack.

After it became quiet again, Michael reaches for the package of pens, pencils and markers; to keep his fear under control; He opens the notebook and starts to doodle. He always like to draw, and had a collection of art at home; always thinking of new characters to add to his collection. So he opens his mind, waiting for details to etch into his subconscious, he receives an image of a warrior. He starts with the eyes, as he is etching, the pencil starts to pick up speed and etching a full picture of a warrior on the paper, the drawing with fine details was taking on a life of its own. Michael was stun and with freewill let his fingers move with the pencil.

Deep in concentration, almost as if in a trance, the pencil was flying across the paper.

His etchings were turning into magnificent pictures of mighty warriors fighting their nemeses. He was amazed; these drawings were coming alive on the paper, down to detailing the fine features and with graphic insight even down to the armor they were wearing.

Asking self, where were these warriors from? Was it the studying of mid evil times in his history class coming to his subconscious?

Next thing he knew he was drawing a breastplate and a strange symbol in the middle was being created. He liked the drawings, and time passed quickly. He had almost forgotten where he was.

He was so absorbed with this new found skill, he decides to not stop but continue with his new hobby. When he looks up, he felt the darkness outside the closet, and saw the shadows realizing it was night time.

He flipped through the pages and the saw that the notebook was half completed with the strange drawings.

Curiosity got him; Michael thought to himself, he wishes he had a computer to go on the internet and Google about mid evil warriors. He decides he will do more research about past history. He told himself when he is release, he would Google the strange symbol and see what it was and what it represents? He would research all warriors throughout history and their allegiance to their troops and see which period they were from? Deep in thought, he did not hear the woman’s footsteps coming towards the door. He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard the woman’s voice,

She asked him, Michael, are you okay? Do you have enough food and supplies to keep you comfortable?

Michael asked her who was she?

She told him she admires him and that in time he will realize why.

Dinner will be soon. He pleads with her, wait don’t go, please. Talk to me, I am lonely and scared.

The woman spoke to him:

Yes, I know but in time you will be release. We do not want to hurt you. You need time alone to seek yourself, your purpose and powers which are hidden deep within your mind.

What powers?

Have you find the notebooks yet?

Yes, I did.

Are you writing or drawing anything oddly strange from originally you usually do? Yes, why? How did you know this?

You are very special Michael and in time you will come to see this. Please have patience.

Do my parents know where I am? I can’t answer that.

They will when you come to your fullest potential. It will take time.

Like I said dinner will be soon.

Michael was frustrated, the woman did not answer his questions, confusing him more with talk of powers and he desires to know if his family was okay?

She walks away; Michael listens to the tapping of her feet and hears her descending down the stairs. Thinking to himself, what did she mean by this conversation, his new hobby, his potentials, his powers?

He picks up the tape recorder, rewinding to the beginning, he looks around the closet and sees the earplugs behind the notebooks and puts them on. He lies down on the sleeping bag, pushes the play button and relaxing his mind, tries to distract himself from his dilemma and the entire confusing thought racing in his mind

The music slowly creeps into his subconscious mind bringing strange visions to his head. He thought he heard this melody somewhere before, but where?

As he relaxes his muscles and became lost in the instrumental