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Colin Matthews ([info]smalltownguy) wrote in [info]inpoormerit,
@ 2010-03-11 07:49:00

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Entry tags:#abduction, #solo

Colin Matthews - Abduction
Colin had had a good night. Bowling with Robbie and his buddies, his brother in law had been all too proud to show off Emily's latest ultrasounds like the proud papa-to-be he was. And already claiming his unborn baby girl looked just like him. Of course, he'd had to give his friend some shit about that, but all in all, he was happy for him and his sister. Luckily, Robbie had designated himself sober person, and driven Colin home, who'd probably had a couple too many beers.

But no so much he couldn't get his front door open. He waved Robbie off once he was inside, throwing his keys and jacket close to the sofa. Which he promptly collapsed on. Unfortunately, his bladder wasn't going to let him just pass out like he wanted to. He had to piss like mad and so he stagged mostly to his feet and into the can. After doing his business, jeans still hanging open because he was planning on just kicking them off when he got back to the couch, the bedroom was way too far away.

That was when an arm wrapped around his shoulders. "Rob, you fuck-" he began, before he realized whoever had grabbed him wasn't his brother in law playing a prank on him. He reached up for the arm holding him, instinctively backing up to try and drive the guy into the wall behind him. Colin wasn't big, but he was strong from hauling engine parts and using heavy tools all day. Unfortunately, this guy wasn't alone. As he managed to get the one guy off of him, he felt a sharp prick in his shoulder. He reached for the area immediately, coming up with an dart.

"You assholes," he sputtered, lurching towards the one who'd shot him. Unfortunately for Colin, since he was already at his limit with the alcohol in his system, the drug took effect almost immediately. He stumbled forward a few steps, then fell flat on his face. He was out, drooling and snoring almost the second he hit the ground.



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