Chapter One:
The Kidnap and The Centre
Disclaimer:
Jarod, Miss Parker, Sydney, The Centre, etc:
None of them belong to me. I don't own them. Don't sue me!!!!!!!! This is my first Pretender story. I hope you like it. Please review. No flamers though!!!!! (
Author's Note: As it says in my disclaimer, this is my first Pretender story and this is created from all of the information I know (Which isn't really much, but I hope it is enough) Hopefully, this is good, and you will all enjoy this. Okay…Time for me to stop writing. On with the story…(enjoy)
Jarod sat up slowly as he awoke from a deep sleep.
He had fallen asleep with the end table light on. Something was wrong. He could feel it. Sighing, he ran his hand through his dark hair. Suddenly, his cell phone rang, shattering the silence. Immediately, he answered it.
"Yeah?"
"Jarod. It's Sydney."
The tone in Sydney's voice sent off warning bells in Jarod head.
"Sydney, what's wrong?"
"It's Miss Parker. She's missing."
"Missing? I thought the Centre kept tabs on all their employees."
"It does, but something strange is going on." Sydney paused briefly, then continued, "We need you're help."
"We? You mean you and Broots."
"Yes. Nobody else here believes she is missing. Not even her father."
"I'll start working on it now."
"Thank you, Jarod. I'll be in touch."
"Bye."
Jarod hung up and got out of bed. His laptop computer was on the desk. Sitting down in the desk chair, he turned it on. As he waited, he began to think of Parker and how their relationship changed two months earlier.
The night, it had been storming. He went to visit her. He had wanted to talk to her. Sydney had told him earlier that day that she hadn't been her usual bitchy, ice queen self. He had went into her house and found her curled up in her bed, tears running down her cheeks.
They had been friends since they were kids and he knew her emotions and moods very well. She had given him, his first kiss. She hadn't been surprised to see him. They talked for awhile until she finally told him what was really wrong. Then she had broke down and sobbed. He had held her in his arms until her sobs subsided. Somehow, they had begun kissing and the kiss grew, as their passions flared. They had become lovers. He had visited her every chance he could.
Now she was missing.
Jarod logged onto the Internet and hacked into her computer at the Centre. There was nothing that jumped out as a clue to her disappearance. "Damn." He whispered, shutting off the computer.
He got up, grabbed his leather jacket, and left his motel room. Outside, he stood at the sidewalk and hailed a cab. "Where to?" the driver asked, as Jarod entered the cab. "Blue Cove." Jarod answered, shutting the door.
Not to long later, he stood in Parker's dark two story house. He quietly walked up the stairs and made his way to her bedroom. As he entered the room, he was shocked to find it trashed. A lamp lay broken on the floor. Her bed was unmade and messy. It looked as if a struggle had taken place. As Jarod stared at the mess, he went into SIM mode.
--A man had entered her house as she slept. When he tried to attack her, she fought back. --
Jarod stepped toward the bed and saw bloodstains on the sheets and comforter.
--The man pulled out a knife and cut her face and arm. Parker clawed at him with her nails. The man stumbled back and knocked over the lamp from its place on the end table. He quickly took out a cloth soaked in chloroform out of his pocket and placed it over her mouth and nose. After a few minutes, her eyes rolled back and she went into unconsciousness. The man picked her up and carried her out of her house, placed her in his car, and drove off in the dark night. --
Jarod finished the simulation and closed his eyes. He then reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone, dialing Sydney's number. Before Sydney could say anything, Jarod began to speak, unable to control himself.
"She was abducted. A man entered her house and attacked her. And of course, being herself, she fought back. In the end, he used chloroform to knock her unconscious."
"Calm down. Are you sure? Where are you?"
"I'm at her house. Her room is trashed."
"Was there a ransom note?"
"No. I'm pretty sure the man doesn't know who she is. If he did, he wouldn't have attacked her."
"You're right. Any clue to where he would've taken her?"
"No, but I have to go. I'll contact you soon."
"Alright. Thank you for the information, Jarod."
"You're welcome, Sydney. Good-bye."
Jarod hung up and walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Where are you, Parker? He wondered sadly, as he walked out of the house.
A little while later, he sat at the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. From it's spot on the desk, his laptop's computerized voice rang out. "Message waiting." It said, the icon appearing on the screen. Jarod got up and went to the computer, clicking on the icon.
Pretender,
I have your Miss Parker. She will live as long as
You do as I say. You must go to SL-27 at the
Centre if you want to see her again.
Jarod stared at the message in shock. He had been wrong. It was someone that knew her. Knew him. Knew everything. He stood and sighed. He began to pace back and forth, debating weather he should call Sydney or not. Groaning in frustration, he kicked the bed.
The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware
Jarod easily entered the Centre and made it down to SL-27. He had decided not to call Sydney, but now he was having second thoughts. He brushed off the feeling and went down into SL-27. Once inside, he went deeper into the room. About half way inside, he saw Miss Parker, tied up to one of the cages. She had a medium length cut on her face. Her eyes were shut and her breathing was even and strong.
"Michealina." He whispered, shaking her gently.
Her eyes opened and instantly filled with panic.
"Jarod! You shouldn't be here! It's a trap! Forget about me and get out of here!"
"I'm not leaving you."
"Damn it, Jarod! Listen to me. Get out of here while you can."
Suddenly, a shot rang out and Jarod collapsed into her lap. She began to relax slightly as she saw he had been shot with a dart.
"Jarod!" she cried, struggling against the rope.
Mr. Raines and his lackeys appeared. Two men took Jarod's limp body and dragged him out of Parker's sight. Raines moved closer to her, dragging his oxygen tank behind him.
"You bastard!" she cried.
Raines just smiled. It was a truly evil smile. It sent chills through her body.
"Now, now, Miss Parker, calm down, you have a visitor."
From the darkness, a figure moved out of the shadows. She gasped as she realized that it was her father.
"Daddy! Help me!"
Her father gazed at her with a look of pure disgust. A feeling of dread filled her stomach.
"Daddy?"
"I'm ashamed of you. How could you do this? I can't even look at you right now."
"But Daddy…"
An icy feeling spread through her body. Her father had turned against her.
"No, Michealina. I don't want to hear it! You were sleeping with him instead of bringing him back."
"Daddy…"
Tears filled her eyes as he ignored her and continued talking.
"I thought I knew where you're loyalties were, but I see I now I was wrong. You are a traitor. You deserve what you get."
With that, her father turned on his heel and walked out, leaving her alone with her tears and with Raines. She lowered her head in defeat, which was something she thought she would never do. She thought her father would always protect her. She had been wrong.
She wished that her mother were still alive. But no, her mother was dead. Murdered by the evil man that now stood in front of her. When she lifted her head, she glared hatefully at Raines
"Damn you, you god damn bastard. When I get out of her I will kill you! Do you hear me?!"
Raines took in a wheezing breath. "Aren't you interested in my plans for your lover?"
"If you kill him, you're dead! I will make you die a slow and painful death." She hissed.
"I will leave him down here. My men will run tests on him. And you will get a front row seat." He said, ignoring her threat.
Raines chuckled softly, then walked away, dragging his oxygen tank.
"Jarod." She whispered, tears running down her cheeks.
The Kidnap and The Centre
Disclaimer:
Jarod, Miss Parker, Sydney, The Centre, etc:
None of them belong to me. I don't own them. Don't sue me!!!!!!!! This is my first Pretender story. I hope you like it. Please review. No flamers though!!!!! (
Author's Note: As it says in my disclaimer, this is my first Pretender story and this is created from all of the information I know (Which isn't really much, but I hope it is enough) Hopefully, this is good, and you will all enjoy this. Okay…Time for me to stop writing. On with the story…(enjoy)
Jarod sat up slowly as he awoke from a deep sleep.
He had fallen asleep with the end table light on. Something was wrong. He could feel it. Sighing, he ran his hand through his dark hair. Suddenly, his cell phone rang, shattering the silence. Immediately, he answered it.
"Yeah?"
"Jarod. It's Sydney."
The tone in Sydney's voice sent off warning bells in Jarod head.
"Sydney, what's wrong?"
"It's Miss Parker. She's missing."
"Missing? I thought the Centre kept tabs on all their employees."
"It does, but something strange is going on." Sydney paused briefly, then continued, "We need you're help."
"We? You mean you and Broots."
"Yes. Nobody else here believes she is missing. Not even her father."
"I'll start working on it now."
"Thank you, Jarod. I'll be in touch."
"Bye."
Jarod hung up and got out of bed. His laptop computer was on the desk. Sitting down in the desk chair, he turned it on. As he waited, he began to think of Parker and how their relationship changed two months earlier.
The night, it had been storming. He went to visit her. He had wanted to talk to her. Sydney had told him earlier that day that she hadn't been her usual bitchy, ice queen self. He had went into her house and found her curled up in her bed, tears running down her cheeks.
They had been friends since they were kids and he knew her emotions and moods very well. She had given him, his first kiss. She hadn't been surprised to see him. They talked for awhile until she finally told him what was really wrong. Then she had broke down and sobbed. He had held her in his arms until her sobs subsided. Somehow, they had begun kissing and the kiss grew, as their passions flared. They had become lovers. He had visited her every chance he could.
Now she was missing.
Jarod logged onto the Internet and hacked into her computer at the Centre. There was nothing that jumped out as a clue to her disappearance. "Damn." He whispered, shutting off the computer.
He got up, grabbed his leather jacket, and left his motel room. Outside, he stood at the sidewalk and hailed a cab. "Where to?" the driver asked, as Jarod entered the cab. "Blue Cove." Jarod answered, shutting the door.
Not to long later, he stood in Parker's dark two story house. He quietly walked up the stairs and made his way to her bedroom. As he entered the room, he was shocked to find it trashed. A lamp lay broken on the floor. Her bed was unmade and messy. It looked as if a struggle had taken place. As Jarod stared at the mess, he went into SIM mode.
--A man had entered her house as she slept. When he tried to attack her, she fought back. --
Jarod stepped toward the bed and saw bloodstains on the sheets and comforter.
--The man pulled out a knife and cut her face and arm. Parker clawed at him with her nails. The man stumbled back and knocked over the lamp from its place on the end table. He quickly took out a cloth soaked in chloroform out of his pocket and placed it over her mouth and nose. After a few minutes, her eyes rolled back and she went into unconsciousness. The man picked her up and carried her out of her house, placed her in his car, and drove off in the dark night. --
Jarod finished the simulation and closed his eyes. He then reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone, dialing Sydney's number. Before Sydney could say anything, Jarod began to speak, unable to control himself.
"She was abducted. A man entered her house and attacked her. And of course, being herself, she fought back. In the end, he used chloroform to knock her unconscious."
"Calm down. Are you sure? Where are you?"
"I'm at her house. Her room is trashed."
"Was there a ransom note?"
"No. I'm pretty sure the man doesn't know who she is. If he did, he wouldn't have attacked her."
"You're right. Any clue to where he would've taken her?"
"No, but I have to go. I'll contact you soon."
"Alright. Thank you for the information, Jarod."
"You're welcome, Sydney. Good-bye."
Jarod hung up and walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Where are you, Parker? He wondered sadly, as he walked out of the house.
A little while later, he sat at the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. From it's spot on the desk, his laptop's computerized voice rang out. "Message waiting." It said, the icon appearing on the screen. Jarod got up and went to the computer, clicking on the icon.
Pretender,
I have your Miss Parker. She will live as long as
You do as I say. You must go to SL-27 at the
Centre if you want to see her again.
Jarod stared at the message in shock. He had been wrong. It was someone that knew her. Knew him. Knew everything. He stood and sighed. He began to pace back and forth, debating weather he should call Sydney or not. Groaning in frustration, he kicked the bed.
The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware
Jarod easily entered the Centre and made it down to SL-27. He had decided not to call Sydney, but now he was having second thoughts. He brushed off the feeling and went down into SL-27. Once inside, he went deeper into the room. About half way inside, he saw Miss Parker, tied up to one of the cages. She had a medium length cut on her face. Her eyes were shut and her breathing was even and strong.
"Michealina." He whispered, shaking her gently.
Her eyes opened and instantly filled with panic.
"Jarod! You shouldn't be here! It's a trap! Forget about me and get out of here!"
"I'm not leaving you."
"Damn it, Jarod! Listen to me. Get out of here while you can."
Suddenly, a shot rang out and Jarod collapsed into her lap. She began to relax slightly as she saw he had been shot with a dart.
"Jarod!" she cried, struggling against the rope.
Mr. Raines and his lackeys appeared. Two men took Jarod's limp body and dragged him out of Parker's sight. Raines moved closer to her, dragging his oxygen tank behind him.
"You bastard!" she cried.
Raines just smiled. It was a truly evil smile. It sent chills through her body.
"Now, now, Miss Parker, calm down, you have a visitor."
From the darkness, a figure moved out of the shadows. She gasped as she realized that it was her father.
"Daddy! Help me!"
Her father gazed at her with a look of pure disgust. A feeling of dread filled her stomach.
"Daddy?"
"I'm ashamed of you. How could you do this? I can't even look at you right now."
"But Daddy…"
An icy feeling spread through her body. Her father had turned against her.
"No, Michealina. I don't want to hear it! You were sleeping with him instead of bringing him back."
"Daddy…"
Tears filled her eyes as he ignored her and continued talking.
"I thought I knew where you're loyalties were, but I see I now I was wrong. You are a traitor. You deserve what you get."
With that, her father turned on his heel and walked out, leaving her alone with her tears and with Raines. She lowered her head in defeat, which was something she thought she would never do. She thought her father would always protect her. She had been wrong.
She wished that her mother were still alive. But no, her mother was dead. Murdered by the evil man that now stood in front of her. When she lifted her head, she glared hatefully at Raines
"Damn you, you god damn bastard. When I get out of her I will kill you! Do you hear me?!"
Raines took in a wheezing breath. "Aren't you interested in my plans for your lover?"
"If you kill him, you're dead! I will make you die a slow and painful death." She hissed.
"I will leave him down here. My men will run tests on him. And you will get a front row seat." He said, ignoring her threat.
Raines chuckled softly, then walked away, dragging his oxygen tank.
"Jarod." She whispered, tears running down her cheeks.