Prolouge
Seattle 2000
Water dribbles down the grey wall. Her eyes are fixed on the moist trail staining concrete. Music from above drifts into her prison. A cruel joke to remind Lucy that outside this room a world exists.
"Play by my rules and I'll let you go" he promised her the night she woke up strapped to a chair.
That was a month ago. Lucy tried every day to obey his rules, clinging to the small hope that he would keep his word. At night she dreamt about him setting her free, walking into her parent's house to them, brother and sister sitting on the sofa waiting for her.
Every day goes the same way.
Breakfast gets shoved through a slot in the door. After breakfast baby wipes to clean herself with, a change of clothes and note for her to sit facing the wall until lunch. If he is in a good mood then he allows her to have the radio on while the news they still mention her name, an update on a new lead that always ends up going nowhere. No one saw him take her, no one saw his van, no one knows about this house in the middle of nowhere. Lucy could die here and the world would never know.
She sits there for hours and hours, sometimes wetting herself like a child too afraid to get up and go to the bathroom in the dark. Praying to a god she doesn't believe in silently in her head for him to let her go. Lunch arrives the same way breakfast does. A ham sandwich with a lukewarm soda. She eats even when she hates the fillings inside because he'll know if she doesn't. A broken rule equals punishment, Lucy doesn't know what the punishment would be but she's in no hurry to find out.
After lunch, Lucy is allowed to nap or read some magazines. She usually chooses sleep because time passes quickly and for a while, she can escape this place. Late evening dinner arrives and shortly after she's eaten so, does he.
His face always covered in a cheap Halloween mask, black gloves and overalls. Lucy takes that she can't identify him as a good sign, she couldn't tell the police anything if he let her go. Sometimes, he talks and asks her questions she didn't know the answers too. Other times he puts a blindfold over her eyes, puts needles in her arms or runs a blade over her arms. She doesn't know why, all she does is it that stings and when the blindfold is gone she is left staring at thin, red angry patterns.
Night comes and he leaves, Lucy curls up in her bed and waits to fall sleep to repeat the same thing the next day.
I decided to write an AU season 15, I hope you enjoy reading it. This is going to be a team fic, maybe some romance later.