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// We're Goin' For a Ride! 
// Story: What the frick?! 
// by Cool writer 
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	When I woke up, I was in the back of (what looked like) a dog catcher's van, only I was in the part where the dog should be. I saw Lyra and the guardian there to. I nudged Lyra, trying to wake her up. She groaned, then slowly stirred.
"What's going on?" She asked, quietly.
"I think we've been kidnapped," I whisper back. "You ever see that guy before?" I nod over to the guardian. He opened his eyes and sat up.
"Ah! That's gonna be sore," He rubbed the bruise on his face. "That's what I get for interfering." He muttered to himself. He looked at us, and sighed. "I'm gonna be quick, because I really gotta scoot," He began. "But chances are, you're never gonna see me again. This is the one time I pull your plots out of the fire," He said, pointing an accusing finger at us.
"And look at the amazing job you've done!" Lyra said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes.
"That's mostly why, but anyways. This is good bye." He said.
"But what do I call you?" I asked.
"Guardian's fine." He said. Wait, how did he know I called him that?!? Guardian pulled his hoodie op off his arm, to reveal a leather bound device strapped to his wrist. He opened a flap on the top, revealing some buttons. He tapped a few, causing them to make beeping noises. "Good bye." He said, tapping the device one final time. Electricity crackled across his body for a moment, then he was gone. Me and Lyra looked at each other.
"Who was that?" I asked, scared.
"I don't know." Lyra said. "But something tells me we are gonna see him again."



We sat there in the dark, holding each other until we arrived. The back opened, and a bunch of ski mask people  were outside. Two burlap hoods were "given" to us, and we "put them on." We then got some "lovely" ropes to match our sacks. How thoughtful of them. We were carried, I'm not sure where. But we were put down, and the bags pulled off. We were in some well furnished reading room, with huge book shelves lining the walls, an arm chair sitting across from a roaring fire place. We were placed (in our hog ties) between the chair and the fire place. Sitting in the chair, was a man in a suit. I'm not going to go into his facial features, but just place any evil rich-guy, and that'll do.
"Hello, my little ponies." He said. Lyra groaned.
"Oh, so we're beginning the torture already." She said.
"There will be no torture, but if have some terms."
"What? Be 'good little ponies' and you'll let us go?" Lyra asked, she clearly wasn't taking it. He shook his head slowly.
"I am Max Capricorn, and my daughter loves the show-" Don'tsayit, don'tsayit, don'tsay- "My little pony." Oh no. "And when I saw a video of a girl turning into one of the characters... well my head just started thinking. My daughter thinks I don't love her, but this... this birthday present will change that."
"Yes, because nothing says 'I love you' like kidnapping two teenagers." I sarcasmed.
"Snark, I like that, but my daughter won't. So you'll be the happy little ponies she wants, and you'll live." He said.
"Oh, so now we've got slavery, AND death threats! Isn't this just swell!" Lyra said sarcastically as well, adding in arm movements to fit it. Her expression darkened, she glared at him.  "One day, I'm going to look at you, I'll be up there, and you'll be down here. And on that day, I'm going to laugh." She said. Honestly, she scared me a little.
"Oh I doubt that." He snickered. "But nice try on the intimidation," He said, standing up. "Collar them." He said to the body guards in the corners. They walked over to us menacingly. I recoiled a bit. Two collars were slipped around our necks, missing name tags. "Those are electric collars. If you try to leave, they will activate, and you will get a shock." I didn't want to test the big black boxes on these, so I nodded. "Now, my daughter's already asleep, so you two are going to sleep in the living room." I looked at Lyra.
"I swear to god, if there's a dog bead there I'm going to kill myself." I groaned.
"You just love complaining, don't you?" He asked passive aggressively. "You better be on your best behavior tomorrow, or those collars may go off... prematurely."
... Wow, I have... so much to say about that. SO MANY SARCASMS!!! But it's not a good idea to say any of those things.
"Alright fine, but I'm the same about the dog bed. I will be sleeping on the couch, or an actual bed."
"Or where ever we say you sleep." Max said. Is it scary that he's enjoying himself? How many other horrible crimes has he committed for the dumbest reasons. I mean, he could have asked us to drop by, and (with the whole, his daughter's drifting away thing) I'd be way up to it! But no! He kidnaps us, and keeps us as... oh my god we're going to be a little girls pets! I shuddered as I thought this. He led us into a living room, where he put a big red bow around Lyra's neck.
"You look so aorible." He said.
"I'm going to make you eat those words..." Lyra muttered, enraged.
"Now, curl up into a little circle, and go to sleep. It's all part of my plan." He said. Lyra (angrily) did as she was told. Ok, i'm not the religious type, but I have to ask: Karma? Are you there? I know I called you a... you know... but can you please, do something ironic to him later?
Mmhmm. Mmmhmm, thanks.
I'm gonna hope that's a yes.