Feyd opened his eyes and found himself in a trunk with a deep ache in his chest that stabbed into him every time he took a breath. They had wrapped duct tape around his mouth, but hadn't handcuffed him. They probably anticipated him being knocked out for a lot longer than he was. He pulled at his lighter chain and found they hadn't even taken that from him.

'It's like they've never kidnapped anyone before.'

The redhead was in the trunk with him, but her eyes were still shut. He felt around for an emergency trunk release, but couldn't find one. He took a small part of morbid comfort in the fact that he had been kidnapped by people who had enough foresight to take that out. He ripped the duct tape off and his eyes watered from the pain and the strain of trying to keep his breathing in check. He really wasn't sure what hurt more. He wasn't sure what to do with the redhead. He shook her, but she didn't respond. He thought maybe they drugged her, but that wasn't his problem. He flicked on his lighter and pulled out a tendril of flame and shoved it into the mechanism that kept the trunk closed.

The interior of the trunk let off black, acrid smoke that burnt his eyes and lungs as he forced the flame through it. He felt the redhead shifting beside him, probably woken up by the smoke. He looked over and her eyes were open, wide with fear.

“Tuck and roll,” he told her right before the trunk flew open.

Feyd rolled himself to the lip of the trunk, pulling his legs up, tipping his head into his chest and putting his arms around his head to protect himself from the very, very stupid thing he was about to do. He hopped out of the trunk and slammed the pavement, rolling and bouncing several feet before he came to a stop. His chest had ached before, but now his whole body stung and ached thanks to the fresh road rash he had given himself, and whatever new broken bones were a by product of his escape.
 
He didn't really care if the redhead had listened to him this time or not and took off, thanking years of abuse for his astronomically high pain threshold. The adrenaline surge which accompanied leaping from the back of a moving car away from kidnappers certainly helped push him on his way. He didn't know where he was running, but that didn't seem like it was too terribly important at the moment.