The afternoon sun did not shine as harsh as Min So expected, he saw this as a sign luck, today might be not be too hot after all. He leaned his head on his left hand which was propped up by the car's door. It took a month's time for the male to prepare today. Decided what to bring wasn't a very difficult job, making their meal for the afternoon proved to be a challenge. Unlike other males, he was comfortable being in a kitchen but did not have any special talents with cooking, but hey, he knew enough to feed himself. He watched many cooking shows, searched for many recipes and practiced many times until he eventually gave up. Instead he shamefully had to call an Italian restaurant earlier that day and packed the food in his own disposable containers--to attempt to look like he made them. "She won't have to know," he told himself in disappointment.

Prince went through the mental rout for the millionth time. He had to keep reminding himself of planned the pit stops along the way. Of course he didn't expect the female to be 'comfortable' the entire ride but he would appreciate it a lot if she did.

The dark simply car was parked in front of Belle's house with the passenger seat wide open. He's been waiting for around 10 minutes now since the female asked him to wait, he was starting to grow impatient but decided not to let the negative attitude ruin the day. "Nothing wrong will happen today," he kept reminding himself. The corners of his lips curved slightly forming a small smile.

Belle did not sleep well last night because of her excitement for their date. She asked her sister to pick some clothes for her, and together, they went shopping. Later on, they agreed on a dress with white with blue some blue flowers, and a light blue shoes. After some time, Belle could hear the car of Prince. She wanted to go down so badly, but her sister prevented her from doing so.

" Let him wait for a while! " her sister told her. Having no other choice, she made him wait. But when her sister went inside the bathroom, she made a run for it to his car.

" Sorry! It's my sister! " Belle told Prince as she got down.

Kurtz was in one of those moods that he got into from the old days. Kurtz slammed his fist down on the table, mad at something that didn't really matter. Kurtz said in a voice of anger, "Rosaline why do you have to be so damn thick sometimes?" She wasn't really being thick she just made a simple mistake that Kurtz wasn't in the mood for. Kurtz picked up one of the knives on the table and pitched it into the wall just a few feet from Rosaline's head. He didn't know why he did that, but he did it anyways.

The words where like a cold slap to the cheek, her vision blurry with the tears she fought hard to hold back. This was not fair, him, blaming it all without even allowing a simple explanation from her, and it was yet another fight all over again.

What hurt her even more was the thought of him believing that she had something with the guy, a dirty lie that she blamed on a rumor, something he shouldn't make such a big deal out of. The impact of the knife sent a loud gasp from her as her eyes widen. He wouldn't hurt her, she tried to convince herself. Sometimes it was so complicated with him and his bad moods, but she knew his good side was amazing despite its easy unbalancing.

She was one of the few that could keep him calm, or at least she had noticed with time, and slowly took a deep breath. "Krutz, how can you believe in such nonsense?" Her words were firm as she looked into his eyes, her own flashing with pain. "Do you really think I would do such thing?" She took a step forward, this time not too sure wether she should take him into an embrace.

Kurtz yelled, "Why the fuck wouldn't you? his family has money and he doesn't have a rap sheet longer then your arm!" Kurtz began flipping another knife in his hand then he tossed it and it thumped inches from the other knife. "He can't do that can he? he's not what you would consider dangerous huh." Kurtz was starting to calm down as he knew that she wouldn't do anything like that to him, she would have the brain to break up with him first. The guy they were talking about came from a moderately rich family and no one, but gossipers and Kurtz seemed to believe that Rosaline was cheating with the guy. "Why wouldn't you?" Kurtz started to mumble under his breath.

Rosaline frowned slightly, her heart leaping at the sight of the knife flying through the air. "Put those knifes down Krutz, before you do something you regret," Her voice was calm, but warning.

Dangerous, the word echoed in her brain. She knew what Krutz came with, and still she had accepted him the way he was, not expecting him to change one bit, wasn't that enough to proof him wrong?

"Why would I? Because if you believe this, you would be acting like no more than the typical jelous twelve year old," Her voice rose at this before she turned away, her head shaking slightly at the thought.

After a second or two, she spoke once again, her back still to him, "I really do hope you don't think I can go that low, Krutz."

Kurtz said, "No I really don't think you could do that." Kurtz dropped the last knife in his hand and it clanged against the table. He walked over to her and rapped his arms around her waist from behind and laid his head down in the nook of her neck. "I'm only so jealous sometimes because I know your to good for me, I know you should have left me for some other guy the second you got to really know me, and I lov-like you more than any girl that I have ever met." He took a small breath then continued, "Right now your everything to me and I couldn't bare to lose that to somebody else not now."

Her eyes closed at the moment he touched her, his arms firm and his body strong against hers.

She hated the thought of her father being agaisnt this relationship, and in fear of this, the man knew no more than snipets of his existence, nothing too specific. Maybe one day she'll let Krutz meet him, but she had never talked to him about it, and for now, she was just fine the way they were.

Rosaline wasn't sure of what to say. So many boys spoke like this, but she just always hoped that Krutz was different, or at least she trusted him to say the truth.

Kurtz blinked as he saw the helicopter moving up toward them. Two people dressed in black swung in on ropes and smashed the windows in, Kurtz pushed Rosaline against the wall and he grabbed one of the knives in the wall. He slashed out at the nearest person, but only got the persons clothes. The one Kurtz slashed at disarmed Kurtz then pushed him to the ground the other person already had a needle in her neck. Kurtz yelled, "No don't!" but it was to late they threw them both in the helicopter and Kurtz grabbed Rosaline's hand tightly while they drugged him to.

Everything happened so quickly, the girl tried defending herself the best she could. Rosaline had elbowed one of the dark figures and punched another one before the drug was injected into her system, the pain not lasting more than a few seconds before darkness started coloring the edges of her sight

The girl's knees gave up like those of a puppet's as another creature took hold of her before she hit the hard floor. Anything after that was void to her.

1(Sorry for the hold up D: My Thesis got in the way)

"It's fine don't worry about it," Prince spoke in his regular cold tone. He pulled the ca into the street and began the rout towards the beach. The trip to the beach wasn't as long as he expected, the traffic was light, all the traffic lines insisted to turn into green for him, not much vehicles on the road; all seemed to go better that what he had hoped for. The only problem the male had was the heavy silence in the car. He didn't like it at all, but he tried to show that he was not bothered by it.

Unfortunately the male was still 'shy' around his girlfriend and found it difficult to find interesting topics to discuss with her. That was mainly the reason why he wanted to go in the long drive, to see if he could practice 'small talk' around her. But it seems he was failing at the simple task.

Once they arrived on the beach, he waited for the female to finish getting change. While she did so, he had chosen a spot on the sand and laid out the beach towels. "Odd," He said to himself after realizing that no other human life form was there.

The loud motor of a hellicopter approached the area. Prince stared up at it blocking the sun's harsh rays with his palm. It stopped above his possision and slowly made its way to the ground. The sand around him flew about as if he were caught in the sand storm. He had to shield his face with his arms as he forced himself out of the cloud of sand. Once at a safe distance, he watched the chopper safely land in on the parking area. A few men jumped out of it, Prince watched in horror as they crashed the window of his car.

"The fu--" He took a few steps closer to the men but stopped realizing they were armed, he has to run, get Belle and find somewhere to hide. Those men were obviously dangerous. But before he had the chance, they had spotted him.

He took off to the changing area as the men charged at him. He slammed his fists onto the wooden door. "Belle!" He yelled out to her. "We have to get out off--" suddenly he tackled to the ground sand making its way into his mouth. He struggled under the heavy weight kicking frantically at the man. He somehow was able to slip himself away from the larger man. "Don't come out!" He yelled to Belle before running off.

They had to follow him, he looked back and saw a few of them banging at the door. "You Bastards," He hissed running back. He dodged some of the throws given to him and ignored the ones he took. He gave a hard kick to the man--that had been forcing the changing room door open-- and gave him an upper cut. He was shoved off to the side. Most of them were now huddled around him taking turns hitting Prince. He would hear them laughing at his pathetic attempt at defend himself.

With a final punch to the jaw, Prince fell into the sad. His vision now blurry as he felt his body being dragged. The men still tried to get Belle out of the room. "Don't come out." he whispered weakly as his arm received a new scratch from the rough pavement.

As Belle went inside the changing room, she smiled as she was very excited. She was about to wear a one piece though, since she's very shy around Prince. She was about to take off her shirt when suddenly there was banging on her door. Then next came Prince's voice telling her not to get out. Followed by sounds of a fight going on, yelling and a lot more fighting. She backed off from the door as she took some steps back, holding her bag near her. ' What do I do? ' Belle thought. She could not bear to hear the fight. And then there was sudden silence. After some moments of being stunned, Belle slowly opened the door.

She saw Prince's hand ties behind his back and his eyes were covered. " Prince! " Belle screamed as she dropped the bag and held Prince in her arms. Then suddenly, there were guys who knocked her out and she could feel herself drifting away.

There was a knock on my door, and my servant opened it.

" Boss, we have captured them all successfully. " one of my henchmen said. I was very happy to hear the news.

" Bring them to the island immediately. In the island, there are already two lodges there, one for each couple. Prepare the speakers too. As soon as they have arrived there, I shall start everything in this game " I told them as I smiled wickedly.

It didn't take long before Prince awoke from his forced slumber. He opened his eyes expecting to see the sun's harsh rays but was surprised to see only darkness. He began to panic trying to get onto his feet, but failed--for some reason--only able to sit upright. His heart dropped when he felt the metal ground below and the loud motor of the helicopter. How could this happen? What exactly was happening? He shook his head finally realizing that a cloth was tied onto his head making him temporarily blind. Today was suppose to be special, he was suppose to break out of his hard shell and spend the day building sand castles, collecting sea shells, splashing sea water at Belle. But now-- wait, where was the Belle?

Prince grew frantic tossing his head is if looking for the female, "Belle!" he yelled out forcing himself to get onto his feet--which he found rather difficult having his hands tied behind him. "Belle, where are you?" He took a step forward but tumbled down as the chopper began to descend. Where was he? Where were they going? He felt a pair of heels clicking against the steel floor. He couldn't tell what the voice was saying, the helicopter's loud motor made it impossible to understand. He felt something hard collided with the side of his head. He fell onto his the collision hard enough to loosen the cloth around his rose up letting him see through one eye.

He could see that he was right after all, the helicopter was bigger than it was in the outside. The steel walls all painted black, an odd symbol faced him from the opposite wall. Three other people were tied up and blindfolded all lying on the ground. He recognized the shirt on the smallest figure, "Belle!" He scrambled again to his feet but was knocked down by his aggressor, that was when h noticed the hard plastic baton that he used to knock him down. He held his breath ready to take another blow, but the attacker shrugged and walked back to his original seat. He figured that the worse Prince could do was to run into the walls, it wasn't like he could escape there while they were millions of feet of the ground.

Prince crawled over to Belle's form and sat in front of her. He used his head trying to nudge the female awake.

Kurtz eyes slowly opened as the drugs started to wear off, it didn't seem that long ago that the men had taken them. Kurtz looked around and he saw 3 other people one was Rosaline, but the others he didn't recognize. Kurtz grunted as the zip ties cut into his skin when he tried to move. "Rosaline?" Kurtz said as he moved his bound hands over to her. She must have weighed half of what Kurtz weighed, but he was pretty sure the men gave her the same dose of drugs so she would probably be out for a while yet. Kurtz looked to his right and saw a kid, he looked to be Asian, but in this country that could mean anything. He could have grown up the Bronx for all Kurtz knew. Kurtz said to the kid, "Whats your name, looks like we will be getting to know each other better?"

Belle was roused by something, or someone calling out to her. Then she realized that she couldn't move her hands at all. Her feet were also bound with rope that was tied to tight on her. " Prince. Is that you? Where are we? What's going on? " she asked continuously but her vision was still blurry that she couldn't see a meter away from her. She had no idea where she was, and she was feeling scared. " Why are my hands tied? " she asked again, this time a bit louder. Her vision cleared and she saw that there were four of them. Then there were the men in black up in the front.

' What is going on? ' she thought as she looked around her.

The warm touch of hands where a huge contrast to her bare, cold skin, sending her out of the sleep that she had been through, well, more like it was just the thing to give her that small nudge she needed. Her dreams had been a dull college of faces, things, and sounds all jumbled up, everything too foggy to make out, and none the too pleasent to try and bother to remember.

She let out a deep breath as she tried to stand up. Obviously tied like the rest, she gave up after a few seconds of silent struggle; where would she go anyways?

Rosaline was back to concious, her mind full at work, but the drug that hung thick on her system made every move feel exagerrated, tiring her muscles way too quickly. "Krutz?" She called out rather softly.

Kurtz looked over to Rosaline, "Yea, I'm here. This reminds me of the time Swat raided my wearhouse, but they shoved me into a van instead of a chopper." Kurtz laughed at the memory, then he started to think who these people might be. They could be mercenary's, that seemed likely, but they also could be military. Though Kurtz doesn't think he has ever done anything so bad that he deserved guantanamo bay. Kurtz saw that Rosaline was starting to try and stand up,
he said, "Don't bother it's almost impossible to stand up in a helicopter anyways, just try and sit up." Kurtz tried his best to pull her up, but his hands were completely bound.