Jack struggled to get free. He kicked the floor. He tried to grasp onto the wall, or a door handle, anything, really. He didn't want to be the next victim. He didn't even know why anyone would murder kids for no reason. Maybe they just snapped and went into a rage. Maybe killing without reason was their style. Jack was just making guesses. "Stop! Stop struggling, now! It isn't what you think!" But he didn't stop. That voice.....Jack recognized something about it. The tone, maybe? He didn't have time to figure it out. Next thing he knew, they were out in the parking lot, and heading towards a black van. Jack tried, and tried, but it didn't get him anywhere. The kidnapper's grip was strong. Suddenly, the person holding him pushed him against the side of the van, face first, and tied his hands together. "Let go of me, you motherfucking murder! I didn't do anything!" He tried to kick them, but they sidestepped, placed a hand on his arm, and threw him in the back of the van, which was empty. He sat up, on his knees, and didn't have time to react before a cloth was shoved into his mouth. "Listen to me, Jack, I'm not going to kill you! If anything, I'm doing the exact opposite, dumbass!" Then, the doors slammed shut, and the kidnapper went back into the building. Wait-how did they know his name? Was the kidnapper someone he knew? Had they been lying when they said he was being rescued instead of killed? Jack didn't know. And he wasn't sure he wanted to find out. But he knew he needed to escape, or his friends would die, or....he would die. He couldn't let that happen. So, he looked for a way out. Kick the window until it fell out, maybe? No, the ones here looked pretty sturdy. Maybe find something to help cut the bonds off his hands? No, nothing was sharp enough, nor was there anything he could've used. He gave a small gasp. He remembered, he had taken the knife with him...but how would he get to it? It was strapped into his jeans loop, covered by his outfit. The kidnapper hadn't taken it. Maybe, just maybe, if he could somehow manage to turn upside down, or get it jammed in something...he looked at the handle. That might work. He crawled over, closer than before, and stood, then tried to get the knife caught in the handle. First try was a complete fail. Second try was a close success but also a fail. The third time, it got stuck, and he gave a small tug first. It didn't go anywhere. Then, he yanked backward hard, and heard a snap as his belt loop broke. And the knife stayed. He put his back to it, and started to saw the rope on it, glancing in the mirrors every so often so he wouldn't get caught. It felt like years had passed when.....nothing happened. The bonds didn't break. Great. He was stuck! In a van. No way out. All by himself. He sighed, and sat back, thinking hard. Nothing else would really help. When he looked out the window, he saw figures running outside, and heard screaming. They ran to his truck-NO! It was Oliver and Harley, who hadn't noticed he was missing, and they were about to pass him! He needed to get their attention! He kicked on the doors, let lose some muffled screams, and rolled around. But nothing worked. They ran right past him, and got in his truck, then drove off a second later. Wait-when had his keys fallen from his pocket?! It didn't matter. He wasn't escaping anytime soon.