The more Alex spoke the more loquacious Quatro Quatro became. As the concert went on Dan smith and EEEE were up to some shenanigans that nobody wanted to join in. They were going around slapping girl’s butt and hiding in the crowd. In order to eschew getting hurt by the women they pretended to rock out to the music like everybody else. Ivy then gave them a huge harangue on why they should respect women. They stared blankly at her and took in her then garrulous personality. She was dressed in a purple tight mungo dress and had a capricious look to her. If she was not so up tight she would be one of EEE and Dan Smith slapping competition victims. Ivy’s disappointment in the boys was ephemeral, next thing you know she was dancing and shouting with them. The sweaty bodies briefly brushing against each other, the raspy screams making everyone deaf, it made the boys act so ebullient.
“Dang…” EEE exclaimed.
“What? Where?” Dan shouted.
A beautiful young lady was walking past them, she smelled of channel perfume and sweat. She was very aware of her beauty so for some fun she turned around and winked at the boys.
Dan could not contain himself and he screamed at the top of his lungs
“Bomb!”
People turned to all places, the music stopped, before Dan could explain himself there were people running chaotically and screaming
“Bomb! There is a bomb!”The screams of fear could be heard ricocheting off everyone's ears. It was a powerful plethora of roars from the crowd. Before the crew knew it, there were hands holding on to them and leading them through the crowd. There was so much confusion in the air that they just allowed themselves to be lead. As everything began settling down they felt the arms jerk them and as if at the same time, they all fell onto a cold van floor. They looked around still dazed and confused, attempting to comprehend where they were. Suddenly, black bags fell over their heads. Their screams and struggle were fruitless. Eventually they felt the van start to move. The boys were showing calm now, afraid to show their weakness and being scared but Ivy was out of control screaming.
"Where do you suppose they are taking us?" asked EEE, leaning in to the person next to him.
"I don't know but I think we have been kidnapped," answered Dan.
After an sesquipedalian amount of time driving, the van came to an abrupt stop and the gang was removed from it.
They were all thrown into a room where their bags were eventually removed.
They looked around, they were in an empty and all white room, with three gentlemen in black suits.
"Well, lets talk about this bomb," said the biggest of the three suited men, slyly.
"There's been a terrible misunderstanding, you have your definitions juxtaposed" said Dan, "You see, I was calling a girl bomb, as in attractive. No explosive devices."
"Very funny, now tell us where the bomb is," demanded the man.
"There is no bomb!" exclaimed Ivy.
"Very well then, there is no room in this country for people like all of you," said the man with a blank expression.
Then it all went black. Quatro Quatro opened his eyes. The sun was beating down on him in a way he had never experienced before. It felt as if his skin was burning off his bones. His head felt wonky. As he looked ahead all he saw was sand for miles and miles. He turned his head slowly and painfully to his right, noticing his friends. He immediately jumped up and ran to them. He shook them all one by one and they began to wake up, dazed and confused. They all attempted to compose themselves and make sense out of the codswallop.
"Where are we?", asked Alex.
Dan, the perspicacious one, then reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out, shocked it had not been taken.
"Uh guys, GPS says we're in Egypt," said Dan, looking at his friends with a ghastly face.
A man they had not seen before approached them from their left and uttered some sort of dipthong they did not understand. Looking at each other, they knew more than ever that interdependence would be the key to making it out of this one.
This work was created by me and Erica Marquez
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