Phillip
I peeked around the hallway wall towards the front door to where an argument between my parents and two intimidating-looking men dressed completely in black was taking place.
"What do you want with him?" my dad asked in a lowered tone.
"As we have told you, he poses a threat to our boss. He's coming with us, whether you like it or not."
"But why now?" My mother asked, a tremble in her voice.
Irritated, the more muscular of the two shoved past my parents and stalked towards me. I turned in an attempt to run and hide, but it was too late. The man's hand clamped around my puny arm.
He grabbed my other arm hoisting me up. I began to kick and scream. In a complete stroke of luck, my heel made contact with the man's nuts. The man dropped me, doubling over in pain, grunting as he went. I ran for the front doors but immediately regretted doing so, because the other man was able to grab me, pinning me to the floor. He pushed my head down hard, twisting it to the side. I continued to thrash and scream.
The man I had kicked picked something from his back pocket.
"What are you doing?" my mother asked clearly, beginning to cry. No answer was given. The last thing I felt before going numb was a needle piercing my neck and the pressure of a plunger was pushed down.