Michael was tired. Even though he had only been taken two days ago, he was already in rough shape. He was underfed and there wasn't an inch of his body that wasn't bruised. They woke him up by yelling at him, the  fed him barely any food, tried to get information on Jessica out of him, beat him whenever he refused to do what they said, and the cycle kept going on and on.
   Michael refused to let them see it, but on the inside he was terrified. He was worried that Jessica would get hurt trying to save him, that his captors would eventually kill him, and finally it was the tidbits of their conversations that he had overheard that scared him the most. He couldn't hear everything that they said but from what he had heard he knew that there was some sort of trap involved in this whole situation, his captors were following orders from a more powerful being (maybe even an Olympian God), and that their leader wanted Jessica dead.
   Michael regretted the times he felt angry at Jessica for not letting him leave camp to go on a quest; she was really just looking out for him. No amount of training could have prepared him to face these opponents; they were smart and strong. A shiver raced through his body. The room they were keeping him in was dark and cold. Michael had a strong urge to start sobbing in despair but he kept it in for two reasons: he didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing how much pain he was in and it was night time so they'd beat him if he woke them up. While he had stayed quiet, before he realized what was going on, the door flew open and he was being charged at by two figures. Before Michael had time to speak, a bag was thrown over his head and he was pulled to his feet. Trying to keep up with whoever was pulling him was futile, Michael was dragged to an unknown location like a rag doll.
   "Where are you taking me," he was finally able to stutter out. His words were likely muffled because of the bag, but he knew they heard him.
   "Far away from here," it was the human, Michaels least favorite of his captors, who respond to him. "You didn't honestly think we'd stash you this close to camp, did you?" Before Michael could go answer, the older boy kept talking. "Oh no, this was simply a safe house to give us a stopping point and throw your dear sister off track. Now enough with your questions; either stay quiet or we'll have to gag you again."  Michael fell quiet. The next think he knew, he heard a door opening and felt the cold night air hit him. Falling limp, he let his captors drag him to the desired vehicle. After roughly throwing Michael into the car, he heard the front doors open and shut. Then, they started to drive. In silence Michael endured rolling around and slamming against the side of the car every time it took a turn. It took all he had to stay quiet, but in reality, his fear was so suffocating that he didn't think he even could speak anymore.