Author's Note: Well HELLO THERE. I haven't seen you in a while! I know, this should be an update for "The Queen Cities" but I am an idiot and this has all I've been able to write. Well, when I say 'this' i mean... this STORY, because I've written A LOT more of it. haha. So, get ready for some more of this. haha. This is the first time I've even written any sort of suspense, and I know I'm super horrible at it, but just bare with me! :) Thanks! BTDUBS: My birthday is in two days! :D
Summary: She had to face the facts; and they just screamed at her that her whole existence was meaningless; especially without the ones that used to mean everything to her. "Don't worry sweetie. Soon all of your troubles will be over… and Casey McDonald will cease to be."
Rated M for Violence and Language.
(Although the language hasn't come up yet...)
PS: The inspiration for the title IS the song by Pink - Who Knew.
If someone said three years from now, you'd be long gone...
Who Knew
A Life with Derek Fanfiction
Her ears were pounding as they searched through the silence for any type of sound. All she could hear was the sound of her breathing which had evened out now that she had been conscious for hours. How many hours? She didn't know. She couldn't see anything and she was afraid to move at all because she could tell there was something off about where she was placed.
When she had first opened her eyes to the darkness and her breathing was ragged, she had heard an echo; and she was positive it was coming from below her.
Her nerves had calmed down and although she was still confused, she had realized it would be best to just wait it out. She would find out what was going on soon enough.
She felt the 'ground' beneath her start to shake and she couldn't help but gasp quietly as she tried to hear anything else. She heard a rattling noise and footsteps of someone coming closer and close and closer and she really wished he'd hurry up already.
She saw a very faint glow of a tiny pen-light and she could finally see the man standing right in front of her. She couldn't see him, per se but she saw his face quickly before he shined the light in her eyes. She squinted to shield herself from the drastic change in front of her face.
"You must be Casey." The man spoke in an ominous tone and it made her heart jump to her throat.
She nodded and he continued, "I see… pity that such a fine, young woman such as yourself, has met such an ugly, sickening fate."
Casey froze at the man's words and she would have started crying on the spot if this had happened any other day.
You see, any other day she would have kicked the guy in the crotch, grabbed his crap excuse for a light, and made for an exit. Any other day she would have fought for her life because any other day she would have felt like her life was worth living.
But today, she didn't care. She didn't feel the need to live, not to mention the desire. She was positive her life could end right then and she wouldn't be missed.
Who would miss a pitiful excuse for a human such as herself. The world didn't need her kind of destruction. Social norms are put in place for a reason and God forbid you try to bend one of them because you're in love. Not that it mattered, because the love was unrequited.
She had no one. No family, no friends… nothing to keep her from throwing everything away. She'd worked so hard for so long yet she had gained so little from it all. Sure, she had a career; one in the public's eye, even. But even though her demise would be broadcast in the papers, she had no doubt that her fans would eventually just forget and move on.
She was a disgrace, and everyone around her seemed to feel that way about her too. So why not just end it? Not that she even had the choice anymore, it seemed. She had to face the facts; and they just screamed at her that her whole existence was meaningless; especially without the people that used to mean everything to her.
"Come with me." The man held out his hand and she took it willingly. The man led her through the room that she realized now to be very cavernous, as their footsteps echoed around them. It was all very fire-escape-esque. When they reached the end of the narrow strip of metal, the man opened the door with a key that had been hanging on his belt loop.
The door opened to reveal a room resembling a low quality hotel lobby. There were two chairs against the far wall, both extremely different from one another. It was horribly lit, via yellow-tinted florescent ceiling lights that were flooded with moths; some that had been trapped there for far too long.
The man pulled Casey by the wrist through the yellow room and led them to the doorway on the right hand side of the room, which revealed a hallway. The lighting was far brighter and it made Casey's eyes sting and her head pound as they walked through the corridor. The walls were plain white, which only made the intensity of the light worse. The only thing worth mentioning was the steel door at the end - without a window to tell what was next.
They were almost to the door when Casey heard a phone ring from the man's pocket.
"Talk to me." A pause as he listened to the caller, "Understood…" pause, "You'll wait until I tell you!" He yelled causing Casey to jump and her heart to race. He flipped his phone closed and placed it back in his pocket.
They continued their walk towards the door, which, as she got closer, reminded Casey of one of those hospital doors that you really shouldn't go through. Despite herself, she started to tremble. Sometimes human nature takes over; even in the most depressive of times.
The man turned around and for the first time, she was able to get a full view of his face.
He had blue eyes, and his blonde hair was hidden mostly under the bottom of his tight fitting, knit cap. He was probably mid-thirties and there was an obvious scar on the outside of his left eye. She vaguely wondered where he'd gotten it but realized she would rather not know.
"Don't make a single sound." The man ordered menacingly, a firm glare placed on his face.
Casey nodded and he took her by the wrist once more to lead them through the door. The darkness of the room ahead, swallowed them as he slammed the door after they entered.
"EY!" The man yelled into the unknown.
"Over here." A second voice came from the darkness. The blonde-haired man moved towards the voice, pulling Casey with him.
Casey could tell that the man was getting more rough as the trip went on and as they reached their destination, the man threw Casey away from him as a light was turned on behind her.
She was flung with a force and her back slammed into a metal table which made her let out a cry of pain. That's when the other man appeared, inches away from her face. She noticed he had brown eyes and looked to be of Italian decent.
"You told her no sounds, didn't you Rocky?" His eyes were wild and his smile was anything but sweet.
"Yes, Blue. I sure did." The man now identified as Rocky spoke from behind the metal table.
Blue snickered, still staring at Casey, and still way too close for comfort, "Oh, that will not do." He paused, glancing up at Rocky, "We don't tolerate unauthorized sounds. Do we, Rock?"
Casey gulped, all thoughts of her current state of depression missing from her mind. In a state of panic, one's body takes over and no matter how much you don't think your life is worth living, it will do anything to stay alive.
"No we do not, Blue. In fact," He walked around the table and placed a hand on her shoulder, "We're beyond intolerant. What do we do with insubordinates, Blue ol' buddy?" He leaned into her so that he was just as close as Blue.
He laughed, "We kill for our rules to be followed, Rock." His eyes widened with excitement as he spoke.
Casey's lip quivered a bit, but she said nothing. She closed her eyes momentarily before she felt a hand smack her cheek.
"No!" Blue screamed; she could feel the blood rushing to the spot where he's slapped her, "No closing your eyes!"
Casey's eyes widened as Rocky grabbed her wrists which were behind her back, holding her balance on the ground. Blue grabbed her by the ankles and together they lifted her onto the metal table and proceeded to chain her appendages to the legs of the table.
It took all of her will power not to make any noise or whimpers as they tightened the hold until all she could feel was the tingling in her hands and feet.
Blue picked something up from a work bench and he and Rocky moved closer to Casey's head where they smiled at her.
Blue smoothed his hand over her hair, "Don't worry sweetie. Soon all of your troubles will be over." he spoke with a tone that she knew was only going to end in tragedy.
"… and Casey McDonald will cease to be." Rocky added.
"It's okay though. You won't be awake for the really bad stuff…"
Casey couldn't hold back the tears but tried her hardest not to make a sound, hoping for any leniency.
Rocky chuckled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a different cell phone that Casey recognized as her own.
He pressed a few buttons and set the phone down next to her.
"If you're gonna do any screaming, I suggest that you do it now." Rocky ordered and Casey felt Blue move closer to her.
Casey turned her head to look at the phone to get any inkling of what was happening. Her eyes widened and before she could even form a thought she felt a blow to her head from the side.
"Argh!" She screamed and the chains she was tied with rattled as she involuntarily flailed in pain. "Derek!" She cried out, tears streaming freely down her face.
The phone was too far away from her to hear any kind of response, if there was one.
Rocky reappeared with a syringe in hand and an evil smirk. Without even meaning to, Casey whimpered, "No! No! Get away from me!" She tried to kick him but to no avail; the chains were too short.
She let out a 'blood curdling' scream as Rocky injected the needle into her skin and pushed the plunger.
"Goodnight."
A/N: Good? Bad? UGLY? haha Let me know! :D