Okay... here we got another one... I already posted it at the ABY, so some people may know it already. It is not yet finished, but there are some chapter ready so far. Right at the moment I am concentrating more on Don't be scared... but sad, but true, it will be finished after another couple of chapters (which is hilarious, it was planned to be a shortie ;) LOL)
So I hope by posting The Collector here, I get the needed inspiration to go on with this fanfiction, as well as with Lilac, another ongoing story that I had to abandon a bit... but I am working on the next chapter – I swear!
Here we go, this one is called The Collector and is roughly inspired by Kiss the Girls (I've only seen the movie with Ashley Judd and Morgan Freeman, I don't know the book, altough I plan to read it...)
Disclaimer: Of course I do not own Bones, sad but true... I do whoever own the new characters I invent in my stories.
The Collector…
Chapter 1 – Trapped…
There was a sound… the first thing she sensed was that sound. After some time she identified it as the muffled sound of a radio that was playing in another room... too far away to make out words.
The next thing she sensed was, that she was lying on something hard...and that her left leg hurt like hell. She tried to open her eyes, although it hurt to do so. A single light bulb was dangling from the ceiling and when her eyes had adjusted to the light she could make out details... not that there were many of them.
It was an nearly empty small room, with concrete floor and naked walls. Since there was no window she assumed it had to be a cellar. There was a table with a single chair and she could see from her place on the floor that there was a bottle with water on it. She looked around and saw that she was lying on a blanket, a pillow nearby. Pain was searing through her leg when she tried to get to her feet. She fell back on the blanket, cursing under her breath. She examined her leg and saw that there was deep gash on her thigh. It started to bleed again, now that she had moved. She looked around for a moment, then grabbed the pillow and removed the cover, tore it in two pieces and dressed the wound as good as she could.
She finally got to her feet and made her way to the table, slow and staggering, but she reached it. She collapsed onto the chair and reached for the bottle, but then she saw that a single white sheet of paper had been placed on the table. Her hands shook when she unfolded it and she read the message:
"Dear Dr. Brennan,
you should have stopped looking... Now you belong to me... You are going to die here, but I think you already knew... how unfair you have more information on what is going to happen to you than all my other collectibles... I will visit you soon, my dear doctor...
Yours sincerely,
The collector..."
She swallowed hard, trying to blink back the tears that threatened to come.
'He got me... that sick bastard got me' were her last coherent thoughts before drifting into unconsciousness.
so, I know that was not more than a little teaser, right?? Second chapter coming soonish ;)
Please let me know what you think!!!!