I Walk Alone || Monologue
WHAT: The prince is taken after Mikaela's charity benefit.
WHERE: An alley on E 81st St, between Park Ave and Lexington
Alexandar was lost. He had just pretended his way through a major charity benefit for Mikaela and Santana. And he was lost.
To clear his head, he slipped away from the end of the benefit. The dance had gone smoothly and Santana was amazingly beautiful, he just felt like he had been in the way the whole time. Santana's love was for the brunette bombshell and he wouldn't continue to hold her back from expressing it. He pressed his hand to his forehead before he stepped out onto the street. His suit coat wasn't as warm as he would like, but it was fine, he'd deal with it. So he walked. And walked. And walked. Very much alone now, since everyone was still back at the ballroom. He wouldn't lie. He was growing scared. What was next for him? To move from the flat that he and Santana shared? To finish out his projects and then return to the UK. It was almost midnight and places were well past closed down and the street was fairly empty. He could hear people behind him, girls giggling, men chattering... It felt normal. But it wasn't. He should have known. He felt something touch his shoulder and when he turn a gun was in his face. His eyes widened and he stepped back once and held his hands up. He couldn't have even opened his mouth to call out, but knew it to be no use.
"Mate, you do not need to do this. I could get you anything you nee-"
"Shut up." The masked stranger's voice was quiet but threatening and it made the prince's words stop immediately. He lowered the gun as a group drew closer from behind. The look in the young man's eye told him to stay quiet and just let them pass and Alexandar wouldn't provoke him. Once they passed the man gestured to the slim alley that was just off to the side. The prince stepped slowly to the side and then walked backwards so he could watch the man.
"Turn around." His voice was thick with the city accent, he could just tell he was from one of the rougher areas. He clenched his jaw in worry before slowly turning and stepping into the darkness.
His heart thrashed inside his chest. Thinking about Gregor and and how if he would have stayed with him, then this wouldn't have happened. His eyes shut as he thought of Santana. How many times he'd wished for her to not walk alone for just this reason. And as his mind stayed distracted, he paid no mind to the mugger. He could only hear her voice... telling him she loved Mikaela.
Suddenly a cloth surrounded his head and he was jerked backwards. The part around his neck choked him in the extremely strong grip pulling it around him. His grunt was breathy and strained, a high pitched airy sound that was the product of the blocked airway. "I’m so sorry." He whispered into his ear. "They made me." They. This guy was not alone. There were more. This was planned. He was a target. His mind began to race as if competing with his heart.
That's when something struck him and he was tossed to the ground. His hands were caught and he struggled to keep them from being put behind him, but it was fruitless. He heard the young, deep voice speak again, just before he was being drug by his shoulder out of the alley. He could hear a car speeding and then stop and thats when another set of footsteps could be heard. Measured and calculated, this person seemed to be calmer about it.
Once he was thrown into the back seat, he pulled himself up to a sitting position and turned towards the front of the vehicle. His hand shook despite being bound. It didn't feel like rope or duct tape, more like plastic and it was killing his wrists. And then the doors opened again and both kidnappers got in.
"What ever you want, I most certainly can accommodate." The only sound was that of the his own breathing and the vehicle starting up..so he tried again. "I will not lie to you. If you let me go, I will get you-" A blunt object plowed into the brit's face, throwing him into the window glass and knocking him out.
The passenger turned back around and told his young accomplice to drive.
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