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Send me “Fault” to hear one thing that my character doesn’t like about themself!

Yancy's wasn't sure what had happened, he was sitting in the common room reading, then suddenly he was asleep. When he came to, he struggled to move, he struggled harder when he realized where he was and how he sitting. 

Yancy was bound to a chair by handcuffs and rope in what looked like a very crappy apartment or storage loft. "H-hello?" He called out, still groggy from whatever drugs were used on him. 

"I'm your biggest fan! It's so good to finally meet you!" Said a loud voice from the darkness. 

"Let me go!" Yancy called back. He felt like hammered shit and wasn't in the mood for cat and mouse. 

"I deserve a little more, wouldn't you say?" The voice got closer, suddenly a hand touched Yancy's back, he jumped in his seat. The man walked around in front of him. He looked like a wannabe version of himself. Creepy.

"Who-who are you?" Yancy asked, now more terrified.

"I said, I'm your biggest fan." He smiled as he removed a gun from the back of his pants. Yancy began pulled at his restraints, he hated guns. 

"None of that Yancy Becket." He walked over to what looked like a coffee table with some sort of box on it. From there he removed a syringe and a small glass bottle.

"No, no, no, please, please don't." Yancy protested and tried to lean away from.

"Can't have my hero running away from me." He stuck the needle into Yancy's arm and like that, Yancy was  asleep. 

~*~*~*~

"It's been three days and Yancy Becket has yet to be found. The cops said foul play was involved and are hoping to get the Becket home safe." The news reporter said that was standing outside of the 'dome, reporting live to the city. 

Talk was everyone, no one knew where he was, what had happened, just that he was taken. 

~*~*~*~

"You have to eat something, I made it for you."

Yancy turned his head away, ignoring his captor.

"Eat it!" 

Yancy jumped and turned to look at him. The man smiled and pushed the cart over to him, starting to feed him steak and potatoes. 

"It's good." Yancy said between chews. 

~*~*~*~

"Don't you fight back, this will hurt less if you just submit." The man said before back handing Yancy across the face, nearly knocking him and the chair over. 

"You saved me you know, we went to school together. A bully was beating me up, and you saved me. Then again when you became a pilot. You gave me hope." 

Yancy's eyes widened. He didn't do a lot of rescuing from bullies, because it was him and his brother usually getting into fights with bullies themselves. 

"You look so shocked. This wasn't the way I planned it, but you wouldn't return any of my fan mail, or calls."

"Sort of hard when your dead." Yancy said sourly which earned him another back hand, knocking him unconscious.. 

~*~*~*~

"Nearly a week since Yancy Becket has been kidnapped."

~*~*~*~

"They don't know you, not like I do." The man said crouching before Yancy, resting his hands on his lap. Yancy shook his head and tried to speak, but the gag didn't let much out. 

"You and I were meant to be, forever Yancy." He rubbed his leg. Yancy tried to kick him away, this was getting scarier and scarier by the hour. 

"le-m-go" Yancy tried to say.

"One day you will learn to love me." He said and stood. Yancy screamed the best and loudest he could. It didn't last long before he was hit and drugged again.

"He-"

~*~*~*~

"We're standing outside, what is said to be the place Yancy Becket has been held for a week now, with what is known to be a stalker of some sorts. Civilians had called in a noise complaint to the police and upon arrival they heard 'I'm Yancy Becket' or what it sounded like."

~*~

"You did this, this is your fault. We we're met to be forever. Forever!" The man screamed and took a few shots at door before pointing the gun at Yancy. He walked closer to him so his lips were resting in Yancy's ear.

"If I can't have you... no one can." Yancy shut his eyes, this was it. 

He heard a gun shot go off, but felt nothing, it must of been adrenaline. Suddenly the man fell against him. Yancy gasped. 

"We got him!" Yancy heard.

The body fell off him and his gag was removed. 

"I'm with the police Yancy, I'm here to get you home." 

Yancy smiled, but ended up fainting. 

~*~*~*~

Thank you!  I am glad you enjoyed it.

If bilingualism / multilingualism is a subject you love, then may I also suggest these videos to you?

I know there are some parts in French that you may miss (unless you speak or at least understand French), but there’s still some interesting content in English too, I think.

Basically, they are two testimonies from people having grown up in English-French families.

1. Grégory Charles, a very prolific and successful Quebec actor, singer, and songwriter whose mother is French Canadian, and father is from Trinidad.  If you are curious to hear him sing, this is probably one of my favorite songs from him.

2. Anne-Marie Withenshaw, best known here as a “Musique Plus” (our version of “MTV” and “Much Music”) VJ and TV/radio host.

While Grégory was raised initially a bit more in French (since he lived in a French-speaking province); Anne-Marie really makes the point that her mother spoke to her only in French, and her father only in English, to allow her to learn both languages.

A bit like these two parents have chosen to do (with the father having learned his own French in France.  They both speak the two languages with their child, but they are still teaching both at the same time).

❤ :Describe a physical action that shows complete trust.

Yancy had been out all day with Raleigh, just buying things and hanging out as brothers do. It had been a lot of fun and Yancy was smiling the whole time. He missed times like this with Raleigh. 

Laurie was only one at the time and her mom had to be gone all day with no one to watch her but Scott. Early that morning Gwen knocked on her brothers door loudly, hoping he'd be coherent enough to do this.

Your character has just discovered my character's journal/diary. Leave a ☱ in my askbox for an entry that’s about you.

9 февраля 2017

He surprised me with birthday sex. That was it. That's all I need to write about. The rest of my birthday was shit.