Personal Identity: A Narrative Fiction

I stood in the line next to her, watching her play a game on her phone. Behind her my partner nodded at me. I slowly pulled out my gun while he shot the air above him. I grabbed the girl around the waist and put my gun against her head and dragged her back. She dropped her phone and struggled against my hold. “Stop moving and I won’t shoot you.” I whisper in her ear.
She stopped moving and my partner collected the money from the bank teller. He finished and we left out the door, with the girl still in my arms. “Leave her, we have the money.” My partner John said. “I’ve never had a red head before though.”
I hit her in the head with the butt of my gun, knocking her out. I put her in the back of the car and hopped into the front. John started the car and drove away. I looked back and saw her red hair spread out across the back of the seat. We came to a stop in front of my house. He gave me half of the money and I pulled the girl out. I walked inside my house, heading to the basement. Once I was down there, I put her on the floor. I checked her pockets and only found her wallet. Alice Lyric? Well Alice, you followed the wrong rabbit.
I put her wallet into my back pocket and looked around my basement. It was bare, only a white pipe going across the …show more content…
She stirred in her sleep, slowly waking up. I crouched down to her, watching her eyes open. “Huh? Where am I?” She asked as she slowly looked around. “In my basement. I used you as a hostage, but your gray eyes were just so pretty, so I decided to keep you.” I told her.
Her eyes open wide and her mouth hung wide open. I reached out to shut her mouth close. “Careful love, you might swallow a fly. You don’t want to do that, do you?” I asked with a grin on my face.
She closed her eyes and laid her head against the pipe. “Oh sweetheart, this is not a dream. This is real. You have been kidnapped. You are in my basement, and you are not