Who: Lacey Harkness and some blokes What: The Kidnapping of Lacey Harkness(I've been waiting days for this) When: A few days after the incident with Meredith Where: uhm keep checking back, people are going to be moving around Open: At first only to those in the Hub. The Doctor and the Master will be called later. Status/Rating: Incomplete, Rating....PG-13
They’d been staking out the house for a week or so. It was the biggest one in town, and it was obvious the two men who lived there were loaded. Which is what they needed, quick and easy money. They had first thought about robbing the house, but their leader came up with a better idea when they found out about the daughters who lived at home. The younger one was a bust, she was never alone. If she wasn’t at school, one of the men were with her, or their friends. The older girl, though, she was the perfect target. She was almost always the last one to leave the house, and she was always distracted by something, her phone or her iPod or both. Today seemed the perfect day, too. The men had left with the youngest, now all they had to do was wait.
Lacey left the manor with her iPod blaring someone singing about being the best damn thing, bobbing her head in time with the music and mouthing along. Well, she thought she was mouthing the words. Really she was singing loudly and slightly off key along with the song as she pulled her phone out of her pocket to check the time, ignoring the phone call from her Dad. He was probably just going to tell her that she was late again. She was caught up in her own little world, thinking about what she should get her sister with her birthday coming up, and how she could embarrass her brother on his birthday, so she didn’t see the three men coming up behind her as she turned down the walk to head towards the campus. She shrieked when she felt someone grab her from behind, knocking her IPod to the ground, the screen shattering. She threw an elbow into their stomach, ready to turn around, expecting to see one of her asshole friends playing some stupid trick on her when two other people grabbed her. She struggled against them, the chain on her favorite necklace breaking and falling to the ground. She reached for her phone, but it was knocked out of her hands before she could hit the speed dial for anyone. She opened her mouth to scream again when one of the men grabbed her and slapped a damp cloth across her mouth and nose. She could smell the chloroform and struggled harder, trying to pull an arm free to rip it away even as her vision blurred, the edges graying as the drug took effect. A few seconds later and she was unconscious. The man that held her nearly dropped her as she went dead weight. For a tiny girl who looked as though she weighed nothing, she was heavier than he expected. The last of their group pulled the car up and after carefully making sure her shriek hadn’t attracted any attention, tossed her into the back as they got in as well, and they drove off. All that was left to show that a struggle happened was a broken necklace with her name in gold, a busted IPod, and a cell phone, ringing.