Dimitri

“I didn't want to do it, but if I didn't I would be executed. It was arranged for me to fly on a plane from Russia to the U.S. I would carry the control panel with me at all times. It was disguised as a cell phone.

When I arrived at the American airport I was suppose to catch a cab and pick a small town near by. I did as I was told. The small town I went to was Dorchester, Texas. A very small town off of Dallas, Texas.

I did some research. There was only 90 people there in 2012! Can you believe that! I never would have imagined I'd end up in such a small town.

Well if I'm saying that I'd never imagine that I'll end up forced to bomb small towns across America. Life I tell you. Now where was I, oh yeah. So I went to Dorchester, and I was kidnapped by you! Why did you have to ruin my plans? If the people from Russia learn that I'm not doing my job I'm done for! I'm only seventeen! I don't want to die!" Then I started to “cry".

"You can't fool me boy, I know your acting. A boy like you wouldn't cry, especial in front of a man as powerful as me!" My captor roared.

"Fine you got me, I wasn't really crying I just don't want to die yet, ya know? I wanted to become a worldwide known actor. I wanted to be famous! I am not following in my fathers footprints that's for sure." I admitted.

"I don't want your backstory boy!" His rough voice roared. Then I was spun around on a wooden chair I was sitting on. At first all I could see was a grey cement wall, but now, now I get to see... more grey cement walls! Three more to be exact. I smiled.

Then I registered the man in front of me. Mid 40's 50ish, with greying hair. He was bigger, and he had billions of chains around his neck, and rings covering all of his chubby fingers. I think he was an American gangster.

"Why did you take me?" I asked suddenly. "There are plenty of boys around probably, well maybe not. This town is so small I don't know if there's even a school here!" I stated laughing.

"You like to make fun of this place huh?" The gangster man asked.

"I guess, it's just I was suppose to bomb this place so I can't get attached to it, and I also got kidnapped here, so I don't really like this place. Which leads me to making fun of it."

"You're a good thinker, boy. Now why don't you tell me your name? The older man said way more gentler than before. I had three choices here. A. Kick the man in the stomach and run like there's no tomorrow, which for me probably won't happen anyways. B. tell him my real name, but then he'll know who my family is and I don't want that. Or C. Come up with a fake name in less than ten seconds. C it is!

"My name is Afanasi Orloff."

"If I find out you're lying boy your dead." he explained. That didn't scare me though. If the Russians I'm working for catch me I'm dead, if I try to survive without money I'm dead, if this man gets me I'm dead, if I actually make it through the slim crack of any of those options I still die because I'm not immortal. Or am I? Yeah I'm probably not.

Wait did I just become a secret agent?! I'm under a code name, I have a deadly weapon in my coat, and I'm held hostage. Seems about right, well this is how the movies I've seen go. That means I have a chance of survival!

I think I day dream a little too much..It might even be bad for me. What's that one old movie I seen before about a man who daydreamed a lot? Oh yeah, my life is like the movie, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.

"Did you here me boy!?!" The man yelled at me.

"What's your name?" There was no reply from gangster man.

"You're not as fast as me at thinking I see. I hope my brain never slows done. What would I do then. Sometimes I feel like a Sherlock with all my knowledge. Or maybe I'm just a smart mouth? What do you think?" I asked my captor.

"Shut your mouth boy! Why didn't I pick a quiet boy? He thought out loud.

"I heard that! It kinda hurt my feelings. Do I really talk that much?" Whack! I fall of the chair I was sitting on, and landed hard against a cement floor. Is this a basement? Wait back up a second brain, what the heck just hit me?!? I turn my head, or I tried to turn my head and look at the man. My neck wouldn't move.

"Ouch!" I whispered. The man still heard me. I've never been hit before. Never in my life have I felt this much pain, and terror, but I've been trained for situations like this...kinda.

"What do you think about that boy? Also if you don't stay quiet and listen to me I will hit you again with this." It seemed like he thought I could see what he was holding, but I couldn't. I hurt so bad. I reached my hand up to my neck. It was bleeding. I could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth also. Gross.

"Am I going to die today?" I asked

"That will depend on you and your behavior alone. Keep your mouth shut. Only if I ask you a question will you speak!" The pain in my neck continued to grow. I think there was a big cut on it. Wait, did he just say something? I think I seen his mouth move but I'm not sure.

"Am I going to die today?" I whispered again. Something hit me hard in the back. I had just enough strength to look back at the man. He had a long pipe in his hands. His mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

I think I lost my hearing! How am I suppose to be an actor now! Then as punishment of not listing to the man he smacked me with that pipe again! I tried to talk but that availability was gone, too. No! Not my voice! My voice was my everything! Then another whip to my back.

Where did this violence come from? Was he on a man period all of a sudden? How can I still be a smart Alec in my own time of need? I guess I still have my charm. I smiled at that. There goes another blow, then I slowly passed out.