Kidnapper's Nightmare! Chapter 2: Pancake Flipping

Deli seems to be disturbing the readers so your Narrator has decided to see if Cherry is doing more sane stuff at the moment. Now, where is she? Uh... the tenth floor apartment of this building of course! Wait, who's that old dude? And what's with the lizards... well then... it seems that your Narrator can't use Google Map too awfully well. We're looking at the wrong state! Give me a second...
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Much better! And there she is! The hyper tween is on the couch, and she is... passed out. This isn't interesting... at ALL. Your Narrator was an idiot to distract you from Deli. Let's head back to the house.
Deli was done having her moment of SLIGHT psychopathy. But she's not done getting back her friend. And hence, is still mentally unstable in a violent manner. Her plan now consisted of finding the kidnappers, and turning them over to police. AFTER beating the daylights AND the nightlights out of them. As well as the stuffing and the shit. And possibly testing some of her sword techniques. Okay, she had a pretty solid plan. And she wouldn't have a problem finding the kidnappers either, because the retards wrote down their address on the back of the Post-it note to say where to deliver the money to. Strangely it didn't occur to her that she should take advantage of their cretinism and call the police straight away. Instead, she packed all her stuff again, and set out to get a mode of transportation to get to the apartment. She contemplated walking the whole way there for a minute, but she decided against it. Up ahead was a gas station. She walked in and got herself a bag of mini-cookies. Cookies helped her think. Think of violent torture methods she could possibly use, but hey, on the bright side, at least she wasn't a thoughtless sadist! She put THOUGHT into her pain inflicting methods! Lot's and lot's of it! Heaps and tons of it! Mountains and oceans of thoughts! She put tracks on top of tracks for the sheer amount of weight that her train of thought carried to put thought into her torture!She-
"Hey dude! What are you doing here? I thought you didn't have a car?" WHO. INTERRUPTED. HER. They were gonna die. That guy behind the counter of the place was going to face her fury! He was going to-
"Haha! I don't! But I have something so much cooler!" THE FLIBBERTIGIBBET?! Don't INTERRUPT her thoughts!!! That other guy with the leather jacket was going to exit the gas station store screaming. She was going to make sure of it.
"Really? What could it possibly be that brings you here?" This was said by the guy behind the counter. At least he wasn't interruptin-
"I have a motorcycle! And it's brand new!" This guy. Did not have brains.
"Wow! Man, are you serious?! Really?!" No duh. The guy's motorcycle is standing right by the door you moron. It's shiny. And black. Your Narrator approve-
"Yup!" Okay, I can see why Deli is irritated. This dude is ridiculous.
"That's so cool dude!" Deli was mad. And when she is mad the gears in her brain turn to revenge. And boy did that motorcycle look cool. She always did want a moto-
"I know right? It's pretty expensive, but it sure is worth the price!" Deli growled out loud this time. This guy needed a break from the motorcycle. And she knew who could use one at the moment. She sure hoped this guy lived far away from here. Out the door she went. As she walked up to the motorcycle, she saw the perfect example of human stupidity. The guy left the keys in the helmet, hanging off the handlebars. How much luckier could she get? The keys started up the motorcycle, and off she went, having learned enough from watching her parents drive.
The guy ran out of the store screaming various profanities, and for her to get back. Deli smirked. She was a friggin' fortune teller. No wait. A fortune CREATOR. She was KARMA! And the Narrator whole-heartedly agrees. Deli zoomed toward the address on the little pink Post-it, and decided that she was just going to borrow the motorcycle. Permanently. People such as drivers, bikers, and pedestrians better beware. Now the closest of safe locations was Canada.
And right on cue, Cherry woke up at the kidnappers' apartment. She woke up not tied up in any way, and with the front door of the apartment wide open. Any normal girl would have bolted straight out that door, but not Cherry. Cherry, being herself decided that breakfast was in order, as the sun was coming up already. Or was it going down? Who knows. She was hungry, and she had access to a kitchen full of potentially needed cooking equipment. She closed and locked the door, since no one but her was in the apartment, just as she would have at home. She trudged into the kitchen, still a bit sleepy and rubbing a big bump on the back of her head. As she looked through the fridge, she decided that bacon sounded quite pleasing at the moment. In the pantry, she found a box of pancake mix, and looking in the fridge once more, some eggs and a bottle of syrup were picked out. Bacon and eggs were finished quickly, the eggs scrambled, and the bacon being made not very crispy at all, the way she liked. She sat down and ate the meal before it could go cold and icky. The next step was to wash the plate and dry it, and choose out some equipment to make the pancakes. Cherry pulled out a beautiful quality frying pan and a pretty thing that was used to flip the pancakes.
As she mixed up the batter with her spoon, the doorbell rang. Rather violently really, or at least as violent as a doorbell can sound. It sounded like someone was upset and were not happy to be locked out of their own house. Cherry ignored it, because no one was crazy enough to disturb her cooking. NO ONE was crazy enough to disturb Cherry's cooking. Right? The doorbell rang again and much more insistently. Oh crap. Someone IS crazy enough to do so. Cherry loves cooking. And if you disturb it you are not having a good day, because Cherry makes sure that your death will come a couple years early by making your hair start graying. We are about to see what I mean.
Cherry put on a sweet smile, walked to the door and carefully opened it. A guy stood at the door. This was obviously one of the kidnappers.
"Hello! I was just making pancakes! I hope you don't mind!" Cherry said smiling innocently. No one could ever resist the face she made when she wanted to cook.
"What? But... you're kidnapped, remember?" This dude was a retard. Of course she is. Yell it out to the world. That was the Narrator using sarcasm.
"I know! But I was hungry! So I made myself some breakfast." Cherry spoke again.
"Okay then..."
"Just saying, but you really shouldn't leave the door open like you did, if you kidnap someone. They could get away!" Cherry skipped to the kitchen, leaving the kidnapper a confused cheese pickle.
He came into the kitchen as she flipped the first pancake. And the pancake suddenly required to be flipped again, flying off the pan. This time however, thanks to Cherry's excellent aim, the burning hot pancake went flying straight into the kidnapper's face. The reaction was instantaneous, and to Cherry, highly amusing.
"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! F***ING H*** AGHHHHHHHHHH!!!! IT BURNS! F*** S*** AGGGGHHHHHH!!! HELP! F***! WHERE'S THE D*** WATER!!!" The kidnapper fell off his chair that he was sitting in before the pancake glomped his face, and ran around in circles until he found the sink and poured the cold water. After getting all the burns under antiseptic and band-aids the kidnapper allowed for Cherry to try again.
"Just don't flip the pancake so recklessly!" He added as she skipped off into the kitchen once more.
Needless to say, Cherry wanted pancakes, and hanging around Deli for a lot of years of her life sure left a mark in her logic. And it showed. She flipped the pancakes just fine. But then she decided to start flipping them onto the plate as well. It went something like this: Cherry flipped the pancake a second time, high in the air. She grabbed the plate with her other hand, the right still holding the frying pan. She ran to catch the pancake, which she expertly aimed at the kidnapper's head. The plate conked loudly against his temple, whacking his head out of the way to catch the pancake, the other hand coming up and whacking him back into the plate with a burning hot frying pan. She then spun around on her way to the stove, whacking him with the plate and the frying pan once more, the frying pan not being in the least less hot that before. Five hit combo! Looking like a total accident! Cherry knew the kitchen quite well indeed. The kidnapper was now knocked out, and his ear looked like a slug tried to eat it because of the burn on it. Cherry was pleased with her work. And then she looked out the window an had an epiphany. The window washers were at the window. And she invited them in for pancakes. Suprisingly it was their lunch break anyhow, and they agreed. while they were in the kitchen chowing down on pancakes, she dragged the kidnapper's limp body into the lift outside the window. Then she closed the window, and locked it. Next, with a set of pins she discovered, she broke the lock in a way that would stop it from opening. Thankfully the body couldn't be seen from the window. The window washers would have to spend hours to try to open the window. The kidnapper would wake up, freak out, and have a meltdown momentarily. Cherry grinned. Oh the benefits of actually listening to Deli's rambles on torture methods. When she was looking for band-aids, she discovered a little vile of pills that the kidnapper said were his because he suffered from acrophobia, or fear of heights, and occasionally needed to take a calming medication because he lived up this high. Now, he was in a little box held up by only a couple steel chords, without the medication on hand. And now the Narrator has decided to torture you all and make you wait for a third chapter.