Twenty-year-old Seth Rabin squeezed the doorknob until his knuckles were white.

He knew what he had to do. He had seen what it takes to risk everything he had.

He had been there and done that, and now he was doing it again. Not for himself, not for his country, but for his brother James. He looked back down the unlit hallway. “I love you.” he whispered, and slid out the door.

James Rabin, a thirteen-year-old boy, sat in the rusted metal chair, waiting. Waiting for whatever may happen to him. He had wished several times already that he were dead or that whatever his captor had in store for would just get over with. The intensity of his situation was eating him alive. Where were the police? Where were his mom and dad?

What was going on? Why hasn’t anybody found any information on him? He had been kidnapped in broad daylight! There had to be someone that had seen something, a license plate number, a car description, something! James started to cry. He was surprised he had any tears left. James had been seated so that he could not see the door, nor out the window, which he had figured out was shut, thanks to the shadows of blinds with slits of light in between, like the small light left in his heart. The door behind him opened. “Hello, James. How are you today? We really haven’t got a chance to talk yet.” James just sat there, his mouth covered with duct tape. “Oh, huh, I’m sorry, that’s right, your mouth is taped. Let me get that for you.” He took the corner of the tape and ripped it off James’ mouth. “What do you say?” James started to slip to the left, fading in and out of consciousness. The man shoved him back and slapped him in the face. “What do you say!?” he screamed. “Screw you.” James said. The man kicked the chair over, making James fall on his hands that were tied behind his back. The man pulled out a switchblade.

“Wrong answer, you pig! Want to try one more time?” The man hovered over James. “Thank you.” James muttered. “Good, good.” said the man. “Now, let’s play a game.”

Another tear slipped down James’ face.

Seth was a marine veteran. It was the hardest thing he’d ever gone through. Those days where as clear to his memory as day, but he tried to forget it like a bad relationship. What he had seen was more than a regular man could take. He agreed with the war, but the training was what was brutal, but worth it. Seth didn’t know where he got his rough edges. His dad had always worked things out peacefully. That was a huge reason why they were in this situation. His father was going to let the police find James, but they weren’t doing their best. It seemed as if his father never had any guts. Seth was going to find James on his own. James was his best friend, and he was going to risk everything for him. Search and destroy.

A phone rang in the Rabin residents. Mr. Rabin picked the receiver up. “Hello?” he muttered. “Hello Mr.Rabin, what do you say we play a game?”