"Shh, it's okay now, it's okay," Rosalyn softly soothed as she was rocking the child in her arms.
There was something that felt incredibly right about holding the young boy, soothing him. She couldn't ever remember holding a child before, but it felt almost like second nature, as she awkwardly held him up against her.
Feeling the young boy calm down in her arms, she looked up at the young man. She noticed that he was no longer mumbling, but rather standing quietly beside them, fidgeting with his hands.
"Are they both dead?" Rosalyn asked, gently covering the ears of the little boy.
"Yeah, they won't wake up again," he answered, looking coldly at the corpses.
It had all happened so fast; Rosalyn didn't know what to make of the young man. She had thought he was just a weird guy, maybe cognitively challenged. He had, after all, been mumbling to himself since she woke up in the basement.
"I'm Rosalyn," she tried, figuring it would be better if they were on good terms, if they were to get out of here together.
A blank stare crossed his face, his eyes wide, as if she said something uncomprehensive.
Was it really necessary to react like that to her giving her name? Wasn't this the normal thing to do in this situation? Was she really the weird one for giving her name?
Was there some rule to not give your name if you got kidnapped? Was she supposed to keep it a secret?
Keeping her face neutral, Rosalyn noted that her condition had been weird ever since she got kidnapped. Or rather, ever since her meal with Mark.
Normally, she would have just ignored how the guy reacted and simply acted on how she felt in the moment. Nothing good ever came from over-analysing a situation.
Deciding that she had indeed been out of sorts and that her reactions were out of normal, she shook her head to gather herself.
Once again in control of her emotions, she simply looked at the young man, waiting for him to respond.
Watching him, she noticed that he no longer looked as confused, as his face was going back to the awkward one he had before she introduced herself.
"…Amon," he finally muttered, giving her a hesitant, small smile.
"Okay, Amon, thank you for taking out those guys," Rosalyn thanked, nodding towards the bodies behind them.
"It wasn't really that much," he mumbled, scratching his cheek while looking down. His feet gently kicking the ground.
'Ha, he is actually quite cute,' Rosalyn thought to herself, watching him seemingly being shy from her thanks.
Rosalyn, still with the young child in her hands, carefully stood up, stretching out her legs. They ached from having been tied up but weren't too bad. She would be able to run if she needed to.
"Do you know where we are?" she asked, looking at Amon.
"No, but it shouldn't be too far from the city… I remember when they took me, and the car ride couldn't have been much more than a few hours. From what I've observed through the window, we seem to be in the middle of a small forest. There should be plenty of places to hide."
Listening to Amon speak, Rosalyn really couldn't connect him with the guy who had been sitting in a corner, mumbling to himself. Had he been faking it all along?
"If you have seen outside, do you know a way for us to escape?"
"Not really. I suggest we just move out for now and take it as it comes."
"Sure," She responded.
Then, looking at the dead bodies on the ground, she contemplated a bit before looking to the child in her arms. Finally, looking at Amon, she asked, "could you check their pockets? They might have phones or some information that could tell us why they kidnapped us."
She still didn't know why she had been kidnapped or taken to this place.
Giving an affirming grunt, Amon went over and rummaged through their pockets. A minute later he was back in front of her, showing her what he found with outstretched hands.
A packet of smoke, some cash and a phone. Holding the child in one arm, Rosalyn took the phone from his hand and tapped the screen.
It showed that the time was a little after one, but when she swiped hoping to open the phone, she got blocked by the phone asking for a password.
Accepting that she wouldn't be able to access the phone to snoop around, she simply hit the call button for the emergency operators. If they managed to escape or not, she needed to contact the police to hopefully get help.
Seeing the phone ringing, she was about to place it against her ear when Amon snatched it out of her hand. Looking at the screen, he scowled before putting it up against his own ear, signalling for Rosalyn to keep quiet.
Rosalyn just looked at him as he took over the phone call, not at all bothered that he had taken it from her. Rather, now that her right arm was once again free, she immediately used it to help herself carry the child.
How could a child who looked so small be so heavy?
Hearing Amon now talking to the emergency operator, she took the time to observe the child in her arms.
He was still shivering slightly but no longer whimpering. He was still clutching her blouse, hiding his face against her shoulder. His brown, curly hair was unkept, loose spirals pointing in every direction.
Holding him up by holding her forearms crossed under his bottom, she could feel his weight starting to strain her arms.
Mothers were truly amazing for carrying their children all the time.
Rosalyn wasn't sure if she would be able to carry the child the whole way if they were to escape. Maybe she could get the child to sit on her back? Or maybe Amon would carry him?
She looked over at Amon and considered how easily he had taken down the two men earlier. Since he was able to move so fast and evade John's punches, he should be strong, right?
Seeing Rosalyn staring at him, Amon awkwardly shifted his feet, lowering his head.
It was still hard to match up this awkwardly, shy, young man with the smooth killer from before.
Well, she didn't judge. Thanks to him killing them, they now had a better chance at escaping.