A/N-Hi. This is my first fanfiction ever. I'm pretty new to this, so please let me know how I'm doing in a review. I'd appreciate any reviews so much! Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the story.
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Don couldn't see. The bag which covered his head, almost completely obscured his vision. He could see nothing but vague shapes and outlines. Suddenly, the bag was pulled from his head. Don had to blink several times to adjust to the light which was now streaming into his eyes.
"Look in the window," a menacing voice spoke from his left. Don turned his neck to see who had spoken, but the speaker shoved his head in the direction of the window. Hesitatingly, Don gazed through the grimy window of what seemed to be a small wooden shack. What he saw terrified and stunned him more than anything else he had seen throughout his period of captivity. His father and brother, both tied to chairs, both with hoods over their faces.
"Dad…Charlie," Don whispered through his swollen lips.
The rough voice spoke again, "Kill them!" The man spoke harshly, and without mercy. As much as he wanted to, Don could not bring himself to say the words that he knew he had to.
He took a breath and began to say, " No, please, trade them for me…" But his voice faded away. As Don trailed away a growing realization began to take place. In this precise moment, Don knew that he was not brave enough to die for his brother and father. He was a coward. As this realization began to overwhelm him, the sound of a gunshot resounded in the air, and then faded away. Several seconds later, the sound of a second bullet clearly echoed throughout the room.
Don knew his father and brother were dead. And what was worse was he had done nothing to prevent it.
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Charlie hammered on his brother's door. "Don!" Charlie smiled to himself as he heard his brother mumbling to himself. Charlie waited several seconds and then raised his fist
and pounded yet again on the door. "Don! Get up! You have to take me to CalSci today, remember? I have to be there in twenty minutes."
Don jerked awake, panting slightly and still mumbling Charlie and Alan's names. He was both mentally and physically shaken from his dream. When he heard the door pounding again and his brother's voice, he cleared his head and focused on what Charlie was saying.
Charlie smiled as he heard Don's voice from inside, "Oh, shit. Sorry Charlie, I'll be right out." His smile faded as he caught sight of his reflection in a nearby mirror. He nervously straightened his tie and smoothed back his hair. In twenty minutes he would be giving a lecture on his most recent work in Cognitive Emergence.
Don emerged from the bedroom looking neat and put together. Charlie couldn't help but to be jealous of his always-composed elder brother. He tapped his foot impatiently and pointed to his watch. As the two men proceeded to the door, Charlie hesitated as he noticed an unnatural glint in his Don' eye. This look portrayed an emotion that Charlie couldn't quite place. He knew Don's most recent case was wearing him thin, but when he recognized the fear in Don's face, he felt a shiver pass through his body and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
Twenty minutes later Charlie was rushing into his office to get his notes for the lecture. He felt vaguely guilty for not thanking or saying bye to Don as he hurried out of the car, but quickly pushed that guilty feeling from his mind and focused on the upcoming lecture.
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Don watched his brother enter CalSci and couldn't shake the foreboding feeling that there was an imminent danger just waiting for his family.