James peered through the lens of his camera and snapped two more photos. He’d come here almost every day in the last week, taking pictures as he waited for the perfect blend of warm earth and cool autumn air. The fog settling over the park this evening might as well been magic.
"Come with me if you want to live." A deep voice came from behind him but James didn’t bother to turn around and possibly miss a perfect moment.
"Whatever, dude.” He’d told his roommate where he was going tonight but obviously hadn’t made it clear enough he wanted to be alone. “I'm not going to the Terminator marathon with you tonight." If he didn’t get these pictures perfect, he’d blow his chance at the opening in the gallery and any possibility of making a living off his art.
A thick arm wrapped around his midsection and lifted him from the ground as if he weight nothing more than a bag of potatoes.
"What the hell!" Something hard jammed against his ribs. A bat or a gun? He had no idea at this point, but this was not his roommate. Fear sent adrenaline coursing through his veins
The deep voice growled sounded right next to his ear, “Who the hell are you? Where’s the film?”