Her Past in Shadows
By: Raven612
Chapter 1: Scarlet Letter Part. 2
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the songs I use in this story nor do I own any of the NCIS characters.
Summary: A new case has memories from Abby's past resurfacing, memories she thought she had forgotten a long time ago. The team learns the truth about Abby and tries to protect her when a murderer intent on finishing what he started twenty years ago is after her. Chapters in songfic form. Gabby with a Tabby friendship, and I might throw in some Tiva.
A/N: Don't be confused by the title of the chapter, it's the name of the song I'm using that's by Halifax. That's how I will title all the chapters in this ficcy, I'll use the titles of the song that is in the chapter, I will admit, because it is hard to find songs about what might be in my chapters, that some of the songs may not fit, but if there is a song that I cannot figure out how to make it work I might just make it like background noise on a radio or something so all the chapters might not be in song-fic form. I got the idea for this story when I was driving to work and listening to a mixed CD when this song came on then my brain just started turning and this little gem was born. I hope you enjoy this, I've worked really hard on it and would love some reviews!
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…..Prologue….
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Crush my bones tonight,
So thin that they might slide under his door
Leave my heart for the world to see
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A dark figure stood looming on the front porch, silhouetted by the glow of the street lamp. The noise of crickets chirping and frogs croaking sang in the background, the prelude to what he was about to do. He stared at the front door, wondering how he would get into the house without being detected. The rage burning through his veins had him pushing the thought from his mind. His family; his wife and children were dead, and who was to blame but the man on the other side. He knew what he had to do and so without hesitation he kicked in the door, the noise it made when crashing open was irrelevant, the occupants of the house were deaf.
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He did this to me
He thinks he's framed, so clueless as to
The situation he's found himself in
Buried beneath his haunted memories
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The man from the porch was now standing in the entryway, and as he thought, no one had detected his intrusion. He looked to his left and saw the glow of a television coming from the doorway. He walked to the doorway and looked in. There he was, the man who had caused his own fate. The darkened silhouette smiled evilly and gripped the knife he held, the blade gleaming as it caught the glow of the television. The man and woman were still oblivious to his presence; he watched them for a few moments until a noise from the kitchen made him jump. He turned and stalked to the kitchen. There he found the other man's son, making popcorn, probably going to join his parents. The boy had his back turned and made it easy for the darkened figure to slice through his exposed neck. The boy gurgled as blood bloomed from his neck and bubbled out of his mouth, splashing onto the bowl of popcorn. His body fell limply to the floor and the salt he had held in his hand skidded to a halt as it hit the sole of the dark leather shoe. A few specks of blood splashed onto his clothes. He wiped the knife against his black jeans and went back to the living room. He stepped into the glow of the TV and smiled when both occupants finally noticed him.
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So cough cough cough it up
Have you lost your breath, or maybe that's me
Tearing out your lungs, tell me how it feels
To know this is just my dream
And it's your, reality
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The woman lay on the floor, unconscious, she was knocked out when she tried to make a grab for the phone. The man was propped against the couch, a slit running from his neck to his navel. The dark figure from the porch pried open the man's chest cavity and exposed his lungs, the sliver of life still trying to cling to the man had him coughing up blood. The dark figure sawed through the exposed lungs and a final breath escaped through blood tinted lips. He smiled as he was satisfied with his deed, but he was not finished yet, he had one more to kill, then his payback would be complete. It was all the other man's fault, if he had not been the cause for his family's death, then he would not be dead. He had brought it upon himself and the moment the dark figure had dreamed of for so long had come to be a reality.
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A scream pulls me, in the direction of my living room
A body laying on the floor, looking at me with a blank blank stare
On his face
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A teenage girl sat in her room, completely unaware of what was happening right below her. Around her were scattered CD booklets as she was making a collage for her wall. She had just finished going through her latest junked car photos when she decided to make a new poster for her wall. Her CD, The Grateful Dead was softly playing in her headphones, she could've had it cranked, that was the joys of having deaf parents, but she had only wanted some soft background noise while she worked, which would go down as a first for her. She was just about to paste some lyrics to her poster board when a high pitched scream jostled her from her project. She ran from her bedroom door and through the hallway to the landing at the top of the stairs. She heard a maniacal laugh and she stopped in her tracks. She crouched down and looked through the railing. She saw her father, torn apart still sitting in his usual spot on the couch; her hand flew to her mouth to silence the scream that was promising to rise up from the pit of her stomach. Her eyes took in the sight of his body then drifted to the still form of her mother lying on the floor. Her mom's head was lolled back and her glassed over eyes are staring right up at her. The teen let her tears cascade from her eyes and they splattered against the wooden floor beneath her. A puddle of blood flowed from both bodies, but a sudden thought had the girl springing to her feet and rushing to the back staircase that led into the kitchen. She hoped that her brother had not met the same fate as their parents. She rounded the corner and rushed into the room so quickly that she skidded into the counter top. The corner of the wooden counter bit into her hip and she squeaked in pain. She lost her focus for a moment until her eyes found a river of red. She followed it as it emptied into a much larger lake and surrounding that lake was the body of her brother.
"No," she breathed and rushed to him, her little brother, dead. She knelt down, not caring about being covered in blood and cradled his head in her lap. She began to sob and her salt water tears mixed with the blood surrounding her. She smoothed his hair and kissed his forehead. She placed his head gently on the floor and stood. Her pajama pants had become soaked with blood and were sticking to her legs.
She slowly walked into the living room, her body still shaking with sobs. Her eyes drift to the front door which is still open, the killer, in his haste, forgot to close it. She isn't sure how she knows and she isn't sure she cares, but her mind is not wondering if the murderer is still in the house. She glanced to where the body of her father was, she can't bear to look at him. She sniffs and continues toward her mother. Her mother had been stabbed, numerous times and her clothes stained with blood. The teen knelt down and brushed some hair away from her mom's face and closes her mom's eyes. She lifted her mother's arm and slipped under it and lay down next to her. She placed her mom's arm around her as she beganto cry herself to sleep.
… So cough cough cough it up
Does this seem familiar, Does this seem familiar?
Have you lost your breath, or maybe that's me
Tearing out your lungs, so tell me how it feels
To know that this is just my dream
And it's your, reality
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A/N: So how do you like it? P.S. I do realize that in the song instead of her being in the line with the stanza about the body lying on the floor it says his, but that's alright. Anyways let me know how I did! I had to make it particularly gory in order to make sense in a chapter further into the story!