Author: Trinity lee
Title: Breaking point
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters and I don't make any money from them. I simply explore possibilities the show presents.
Summary: John is a character who often seems to be beat up or captured or shot etc. But it is never too serious and even in the event of him being held hostage he doesn't loose his cool and afterwards it doesn't seem to affect him greatly. I wondered what it would take to break this exterior.
Breaking point
John tugged uselessly at the handcuffs which bound his wrists to the leg of the bed. They were already cut deeply through previous attempts to break the cuffs, around his waist was a chain, so that in the unlikely event that he did manage to slip the cuffs he could only get six feet before the heavy chains would cut into his flesh.
John had no idea where he was… a cabin somewhere in the wilderness he guessed by the absence of any other sound than the trill of birds and the sound of wind in the trees.
He also had no idea of how he was going to get out of this and no idea what the rest of the VCTF were doing.
How had this routine case gone so wrong?
Everything had been running smoothly, or as smoothly as it could when your job was to track down violent killers. It was a rape/murder case, both women and men were turning up dead all over the city, at first glance they appeared suicides, all victims had died from blood loss through slit wrists, the only thing suspicious was the location the bodies were found; parks, nature preserves, gardens. Once autopsies had been completed it was revealed that the victims had all been raped, and deducted from marks on the bodies; bound by wrist, ankle and even waist. It appeared that after the raper was done with them he slit their wrists and enjoyed watching their slow and painful deaths.
The sick bastard.
John often couldn't understand the dark side of humanity and was frequently disgusted by it, but then it was his job to put these sickos away.
Sam had worked her magic and they had tracked the killer down to an out of the way cabin in the middle of the state forest. They had kicked the door down and entered with their weapons drawn.
John remembered it was dark inside the cabin, only pale light filtered through the blinds making the corners full of shadows as he checked for signs of the killer. Bailey had motioned with his head for him to take one hall while he took the other.
He had done everything to the book,
He had followed it to the letter
and yet...he was hit from behind and had went down onto his knees, as the world swam before him he had groped the wall, trying to regain his balance and hold off the darkness. Somewhere else in the house he heard Bailey calling his name but it sounded distant. He had opened his mouth to reply when he was struck from behind once more and had fell to the floor unconscious.
When he awoke he was here…chained to a bedpost in more ways than one; his hands were both tied to the bed leg and a slim yet impossibly strong chain bit into his stomach.
Water had been left for him but John had tipped it over in a feeble attempt to get hold of the glass with his fastened hands and now his mouth was dry.
He worked again at trying to win his freedom, yanking the cuffs and trying not to cry out as they dug into his flesh and blood began to seep through the sleeves of his shirt.
No…not his shirt, a white shirt, a skivvy, that was another part of the killer's, of Rohan's MO, all of his victims were found clad in tracksuit pants, socks and white skivvy's. Sam had theorized he liked the white because the blood contrasted more starkly against it, he remembered that a shiver had gone up his spine when she mentioned this. This skivvy itself was very thin causing John to shiver now in the dark and cold room, not that you would noticed John thought and laughed without humour, he was already trembling in fear.
He couldn't even curl into himself to seek warmth as his hands were chained in an impossible position. He made do by huddling over and not trying to think that Rohan liked to dress his victims up in clothes he brought with him before he…
John jerked his head up and focused on the cuffs once more.
He had been working at dislocating his thumb to squeeze his hand through when he heard footfalls outside the bedroom. They stopped before the door and the handle began to turn.
John gave up trying to hold it in and began to tremble violently, a frightened whimper escaped his lips and his pupil's dilated in response to his fear, making his blue eyes seem black as he crouched on the hard wooden floor boards.
* * *
Bailey was charging through the VCTF yelling orders at the staff.
It was imperative they find John as soon as possible before…
Bailey didn't want to even think about what would happen if they didn't' find him before then. John was his responsibility and he had lost him. But he was going to get him back, alive.
Suddenly George jumped out from his seat. He had it, the address of Rohan's second hideaway. The hacker hurriedly printed it off and handed it to Bailey.
"Lets go!" he shouted
TBC…
Comments, suggestions, questions? Reviews are welcome.
Title: Breaking point
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters and I don't make any money from them. I simply explore possibilities the show presents.
Summary: John is a character who often seems to be beat up or captured or shot etc. But it is never too serious and even in the event of him being held hostage he doesn't loose his cool and afterwards it doesn't seem to affect him greatly. I wondered what it would take to break this exterior.
Breaking point
John tugged uselessly at the handcuffs which bound his wrists to the leg of the bed. They were already cut deeply through previous attempts to break the cuffs, around his waist was a chain, so that in the unlikely event that he did manage to slip the cuffs he could only get six feet before the heavy chains would cut into his flesh.
John had no idea where he was… a cabin somewhere in the wilderness he guessed by the absence of any other sound than the trill of birds and the sound of wind in the trees.
He also had no idea of how he was going to get out of this and no idea what the rest of the VCTF were doing.
How had this routine case gone so wrong?
Everything had been running smoothly, or as smoothly as it could when your job was to track down violent killers. It was a rape/murder case, both women and men were turning up dead all over the city, at first glance they appeared suicides, all victims had died from blood loss through slit wrists, the only thing suspicious was the location the bodies were found; parks, nature preserves, gardens. Once autopsies had been completed it was revealed that the victims had all been raped, and deducted from marks on the bodies; bound by wrist, ankle and even waist. It appeared that after the raper was done with them he slit their wrists and enjoyed watching their slow and painful deaths.
The sick bastard.
John often couldn't understand the dark side of humanity and was frequently disgusted by it, but then it was his job to put these sickos away.
Sam had worked her magic and they had tracked the killer down to an out of the way cabin in the middle of the state forest. They had kicked the door down and entered with their weapons drawn.
John remembered it was dark inside the cabin, only pale light filtered through the blinds making the corners full of shadows as he checked for signs of the killer. Bailey had motioned with his head for him to take one hall while he took the other.
He had done everything to the book,
He had followed it to the letter
and yet...he was hit from behind and had went down onto his knees, as the world swam before him he had groped the wall, trying to regain his balance and hold off the darkness. Somewhere else in the house he heard Bailey calling his name but it sounded distant. He had opened his mouth to reply when he was struck from behind once more and had fell to the floor unconscious.
When he awoke he was here…chained to a bedpost in more ways than one; his hands were both tied to the bed leg and a slim yet impossibly strong chain bit into his stomach.
Water had been left for him but John had tipped it over in a feeble attempt to get hold of the glass with his fastened hands and now his mouth was dry.
He worked again at trying to win his freedom, yanking the cuffs and trying not to cry out as they dug into his flesh and blood began to seep through the sleeves of his shirt.
No…not his shirt, a white shirt, a skivvy, that was another part of the killer's, of Rohan's MO, all of his victims were found clad in tracksuit pants, socks and white skivvy's. Sam had theorized he liked the white because the blood contrasted more starkly against it, he remembered that a shiver had gone up his spine when she mentioned this. This skivvy itself was very thin causing John to shiver now in the dark and cold room, not that you would noticed John thought and laughed without humour, he was already trembling in fear.
He couldn't even curl into himself to seek warmth as his hands were chained in an impossible position. He made do by huddling over and not trying to think that Rohan liked to dress his victims up in clothes he brought with him before he…
John jerked his head up and focused on the cuffs once more.
He had been working at dislocating his thumb to squeeze his hand through when he heard footfalls outside the bedroom. They stopped before the door and the handle began to turn.
John gave up trying to hold it in and began to tremble violently, a frightened whimper escaped his lips and his pupil's dilated in response to his fear, making his blue eyes seem black as he crouched on the hard wooden floor boards.
* * *
Bailey was charging through the VCTF yelling orders at the staff.
It was imperative they find John as soon as possible before…
Bailey didn't want to even think about what would happen if they didn't' find him before then. John was his responsibility and he had lost him. But he was going to get him back, alive.
Suddenly George jumped out from his seat. He had it, the address of Rohan's second hideaway. The hacker hurriedly printed it off and handed it to Bailey.
"Lets go!" he shouted
TBC…
Comments, suggestions, questions? Reviews are welcome.