All right, this is my first CSI Miami story, just thought you should know, don't know why, but ok. I don't own CSI Miami, but I wish I did, then I could have more fun...this is a bit on the dark side, so if you don't like it, leave! Torture scenes, etc...I'm in love. :) Ok, so I hope you like this first chap!
"Douleur"
By Aweena
Chapter 1
It was damn cold in that room. He could see the mist of his breath rising, swirling in the air, like cigarette smoke. He had no idea where he was, and didn't really care, as long as he could find a way out. His arms ached, his hands were already numb from both the cold and the chains binding them. Why was it so cold? It was the middle of summer in Miami, what in the hell was going on? He could feel his blood running down his arms, dripping onto the floor that seemed so far away, but so close. He wondered how long he'd been suspended there, in that room. The only light in there was the light of the moon, streaming in through the barred window to his right, but it was enough to see that the room was completely empty. He closed his eyes as he felt fatigue take over again, and he heard a door open behind him.
"Detective Wolfe," came a voice.
Ryan didn't answer, but kept his breathing slow and steady, hoping the man would think he was still unconscious.
"Detective, don't fuck with me," he spoke out.
Ryan heard footsteps, and when he finally opened his eyes, the man was standing just a few feet in front of him.
"What do you want with me?" Ryan asked, swallowing the lump in his throat.
The man pulled his knife out and stepped forward. He ran in slowly down the front of the CSI's blue T-shirt and said, "I think you know what I want with you. But first, I want to ask you a few questions."
Wolfe tried to make out a face beneath the darkness, but could only see certain features, only the blonde hair, and he could barely see the small light glinting from his eyes.
"Maybe if you'd let me down, I could help," Ryan said, his voice shaking from the pain, cold, and fear.
The man laughed slightly, tracing Ryan's face with the knife's blade, barely pressing on it. "Oh, you would like that, Detective. Wouldn't you? Bet you'd like to come down from there, your arms are probably numb, by now."
"Just my hands," Ryan said quietly, feeling the exhaustion tugging on his mind. "You said you had some questions."
"Yes. Getting right to the point, I see. You're learning. Been spending time with Lieutenant Caine, Detective," said the man. "So, Wolfe, I want to know where Detective Duquesne is. She seemed to have disappeared just moments before I got to her apartment. I hope she's not in any trouble," the man told Wolfe.
"She's safe from you," Ryan said through clenched teeth. Oh, God, he knew who it was.
"Tell you what. How 'bout we play a game?" the man asked. "I was actually looking forward to playing it with Detective Duquesne, but since I couldn't find her...you'll have to do. I ask you a question, and if you answer correctly, you'll be one step closer to freedom. Every time you refuse to answer, or you answer wrong...well, you'll find out, won't you? So, you gonna play?" he asked him, running the knife blade up Wolfe's arm.
"No," Ryan said flatly. "Go fuck yourself."
"I said don't fuck with me, Wolfe," the man growled sinisterly, and pressed on the knife, the blade, cut through the skin on Ryan's arm, going clear though, then he pulled it out. He ignored the screams, and spoke again. "Don't fuck with me."
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Ryan shouted, grunting as he kicked out at the man, missing, and putting more stress on his back and arms. "What's your problem?" he whispered, feeling a cold sweat cover his body. God damn, he wished he had his jacket. It would make dieing a hell of a lot more bearable.
"I've already told you my problem, Wolfe, and if you play my game, we can work on it. Unless you want to continue our current one?" he asked, placing the bloody knife on Ryan's cheek.
Ryan closed his eyes and his breathing became irregular and labored. He clenched his jaw and tried to stay calm, but it wasn't close to working.
"Tell me...Ryan. What do you feel? Panic? Fear? Are you afraid of me, Detective?" the man asked.
"Who are you?" Ryan asked, keeping his eyes closed. He already knew who it was, but he couldn't remember why, the name wouldn't come to him, pain took the place of memory.
"Oh, come on, Detective. You were just working on my case. I'm sure you remember James Carr?"
With that, Ryan's eyes snapped open.
"There you go. And you would be just like him...but you are so much more special than that. It'd be a shame to kill you so quickly. All right, then. A different game. You've got nothing to lose...but your life, of course, right? But you'll lose that if you don't play, won't you? This is your only chance, Detective Wolfe," the man said, walking behind Ryan.
Ryan heard metal clanking as he shivered slightly from the cold, then felt butterflies, pain, and he was on the floor. His bindings were quickly removed moments later, and it was quiet, so Ryan looked up. He saw the man standing there with a metal pipe. Ryan could hardly move, everything felt heavy.
"What's my name, Detective? I want to hear you say it," the man said.
"You're sick," Ryan whispered. His breathing was shallow now as he fought to stay conscious. Pain erupted in his side, and he let out an involuntary cry as the pipe met his stomach. He was already on his side as he coughed up blood, tasting it on his tongue, his lips, and it made him feel sick.
"Say it, Ryan," the man said.
"Ben...Benningzer," Ryan said, barely audible.
"My first name, Detective," Benningzer said.
"Why are you doing this? You bastard," Ryan said, knowing it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but he didn't care. He felt the pipe hit his side, and he let out another pain-filled cry as he held it, coughing again, tasting more blood. He stared at the gray concrete, feeling it chilling his already freezing skin as consciousness threatened to leave him. "Joseph," he whispered finally, closing his eyes.
"There, now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Benningzer asked.
He opened his eyes slowly and glared at the darkness in front of him.
"Now, on to our little game. If you can make it out of this room, you can go free. If you can't..."Benningzer said, lifting Ryan's head with the pipe, making him looking him in the eyes, "I'll kill you, and Detective Duquesne will take your place."
Yes. That's how Ryan's day is going today. Please review, and tell me what you think! I don't care what you think...unless it's a good thing...I'm a punk rocker and love it, I'm the next Avril, so get the f outta here:)