Chapter 1

No Such Thing as a Happy Ending

The lone light bulb begins to flicker, the dark room goes pitch black for a few seconds but then is only slightly visible again when the light flickers back on. The dim light is barely strong enough to show anything 5 feet away from it, let alone the 40 feet away from it to the door. The stench of dead mice and rotten cheese fills the air making a normal human being gag instantly. It would take awhile to get over the smell, and if you were stuck in the room it would only seem to get worse. But these dead rats and sprung mice traps can't be seen because of the lousy light bulb, that again flickers. A quite scrambling is heard in the corner of the dark musky room, another mouse? The high pitch squeaks confirm the suspicions. It is easy to tell what is happening in the darkness when your eyes are already covered by some type of cloth. But that is not the only problem, with hands tied behind your back and legs tied down to some sort of wooden chair anyone would be terrified. Miss Brommer can do nothing but focus on this sound in hopes for a miracle savior. A superman like rescue in which she will be saved the bad guys laser beamed down and the world once again at peace all thanks to a magical super hero who in this world doesn't exist.

In this world a woman has been kidnapped and is sitting in a sort of basement that has only one way in and one way out. She is the one who is blindfolded with the cloth over her eyes, her hands tied behind her back, and her legs tied down to the the wooden chair. Miss Brommer is the one who is terrified and what is making it worse is only one person in the entire world has even noticed that she has gone missing. Young Vellore Brommer but he has other things to focus on, like not contracting AIDs from a fight in the future, much like his mother might if she is raped by the kidnappers.

But rape and AIDs are not the focus now, the mouse in the corner that is still scurrying around is all that is on the mind of miss Brommer. She can hear it bumping into different objects, it must be looking for some of the cheese that has spoiled. Not much different that a person infected with HIV.... spoiled, and worthless. Meaningless in the long run spoiled cheese can be consumed, but at what cost? HIV can be ignored... also at what cost?

The mouse has reached the bottom of the wooden chair and just before it reaches the foot of miss Brommer there is a quick snapping sound that is followed by silence. All hope of some sort of super human that could change sizes and infiltrate kidnappers headquarters have ceased. The super hero ending was not what she was going to witness and she knew it all along. It was almost insane to wish for such a savior. This world has never seen anything super but only the opposite terror. Murderers, thieves, con artists, and liars, this is all that fills the world now. If you weren't looking to make the quick buck then you were thrown to the side and passed by as others rise to greatness. But here, and now nothing was going to be great.

At the top of the creaky stair set from under the door a light can be seen, well only slightly in miss Brommer's situation. Noises can be heard, more than one along with pounding on the floor as these people seem to walk towards the basement door.


"........ ..... ...... . ...... ..ping her............. I'll be in the gang right? ........ ... ... .. I know but .........." Miss Brommer can only make out very little that was said even with all her focus on the conversation. Even then none of the words said so far help, they are in some strange foreign language to her not her native Portuguese.

"............ .......... ...... ............. ...sim, você vai se juntar a nós!" This doesn't sound good to Vellore's mother and she begins to tremble in fear, knowing damn well it won't do her any good to show her fear.

The door opens and the first of many creaks on the old stair case can be heard. Multiple people walk down the stairs and it feels as if a whole group of 10 people are down with her in the cellar. But there are only five people, three men and two women. All but one of the men have a similar clothing style that consists of red and yellow based colors. Not that the color of their clothing even mattered to the blinded woman shivering with fear.

The color coordinated group circle the bound woman, leaving the man in black in front of her. It looks much like some sort of gang initiation and it doesn't look like it is going to go over well for Miss Brommer.

"WHAT IS YOUR NAME!?!" The shouting causes a jump from Miss Brommer, and the English language only confuses her. She is unsure what to say, what was just said to her, and its only making the fear worse.

"You must be another kind of stupid.... We are in Brazil.... You need to learn Portuguese stupid fuck...." One of the gang members says to the attacker. This gang member seemed to be different than the rest, he was built much larger, his shirt had some strange symbols on it the resembled a triangle made out of a G. This man must be the leader of the whole group, he must be the reason behind the kidnapping.

"SEU NOME, QUAL é O SEU NOME?!?" The giant of a man shouts down to the seated lady. The trembling stops and the woman tilts her head upwards towards the man. Mumbling can be heard but it is to muffled by the duct tape that is covering her mouth.


The sound of the tape being torn away from the face of the woman is sickening. She lets out a blood curdling scream that makes everyone in the room but the gang leader cringe.


The screams stop and the woman falls sideways. The chair is still attached to her and the impact to the ground can be heard from the top level of the house, if there were anyone else inside of the abandon, run down building. Some of the people in the red and yellow laugh while the initiate looks on in fear. The tall burly man had just smacked the shit out of a defenseless woman, but that was the name of the game.

"You can't handle this situation and I'll be the one fucking you up.... You understand me?!" The gang leader is talking to the initiate while staring into his soul. The young man looks terrified, almost more so than miss Brommer at this moment.

"I- I- I understand mister Mauricio. I have it under control." The smaller man picks up the chair with the woman in it and gives her another smack across the face. Now the woman leaves her head where it has stopped after the slap. Her hair all frizzled and messy from the slapping. The last slap also undid the tie in the cloth around the eyes of miss Brommer and she opens her eyes able to barley make out the faces of all the attackers. The bigger one she can instantly tell is the leader, Mauricio, and the one differently dressed is the initiate.

She looks at them as long as she can before the bigger man steps up and shakes his head disappointed in the initiate. He lightly pats the initiate in the face almost like a slap but not hard enough to hurt badly. The others all know what is coming next.

"I give you this once chance to join us..... e você não..... You have let our victim see our faces and now she must die.... Nós enterramos seu profundo..... But not alone... Ele morrerá com ela!!" The terror in the eyes of the initiate grow as the gang surrounds him and begins to pummel him with punches, kicks, and as he falls to the floor stomps. Mauricio looks down to Vellore's mom and gets close enough so that she will hear his whisper as the rest of the gang beats a man to death. "Hoje é seu dia de sorte."

A bag is quickly placed over miss Brommer's head and again she is back to four senses, sight not being one of them, and hell the bag is making hearing a difficulty as well so you could really say three. Vellore's mother has no idea that a man was just beaten to death in front of her and even more so has no idea where the big man that whispered into her ear is taking him after he draped her over his shoulder. But the creaking of the stairs do seem to help this situation and the opening of a door, where behind her she can still hear the sounds of punching and kicking.

Out of the house now and into the black of the night, the cold rain was a nice touch after being kept up in the hot run down building. But the rain couldn't make a situation like this that much better. Miss Brommer begins to weep thinking about her son and as she does she is thrown into the back of some sort of vehicle. Her crying doesn't stop but only seems to get worse while the door closes and all she can picture is the face of her five year old son.