Hey all!
I'm kinda on a one-shot binge at the moment, so here's one to add to the growing number of them.
This one is a bit different to anything that I've ever written before. It's a bit dark, and possibly hard to follow.
Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it =)
Once again, thanks to Angela for the summary. She is pro at them =P
For about the fifth time now, I don't own NCIS =(
Laughs. Cold, heartless, malevolent chuckles echoed through the dimly lit concrete room. Footsteps; hard and heavy against the ground. The odour. The sickly, thick, smoky smell of nicotine, burning tar and other poisonous substances that were in a cigarette filled her nose. She couldn't breathe; couldn't scream; couldn't cry. She was trapped. Trapped and ready to die. Ready to sink into a permanent world of darkness; a permanent world of loneliness. There was no future. She had no future…
Gunshot. Loud and sudden. Ripping through the walls, the echo radiating off the dull, lifeless grey concrete. Saleem's body. Saleem's dead body, laying in a pool of his own red, Caf-Pow stained blood. There was no feeling. She had no feeling. Numb; shocked; tired and abused, she had no emotion. No soul. No hope. She waited for the next gunshot….
She waited for the gunshot that never came. She waited and waited. Saleem's body lay cold and forgotten where he fell; eyes looking distant, but still wicked. She waited for someone to rescue her; for Tony to come to her; to get her out of that hellhole. No one came. No noises were made; no noises were heard. She was alone…
She felt the immediate band of warm sweat well up on her forehead. The mixture of bodily fluids, dirt and residue from escaped tears clogged her pores. She felt hot for once. She felt like her body was on fire. She willed it to be on fire…
She screamed. The fire felt hotter; sharper; fiercer; deadly. Her voice bounced off the walls and hit her brain. She convulsed at its volume and pitch. She shook; she screamed some more. She cried; she sobbed; she wept…
She felt a touch. The coolness of the soft skin on her upper arm shocked her to a momentary silence. She heard a voice. She heard a name. She heard her name amongst the painful sound of her own sobs. She heard a gentle, soothing sound. It calmed her down. It eased her sobs to whimpers. It was the sound of hope…
She screamed. She started convulsing. She began crying uncontrollably. Her body shook as the violent and threatening sobs overtook her. Sweat was evident on her face. It mixed in with her tears. He put a hand gently on her upper arm. She suddenly went quiet. He called her name. He called her name softly. He cooed her. He looked down on her. Her breaths were heavy; uneven. He rubbed her back. She cringed at his touch; he let go. She acknowledged him. She became silent, an occasional hiccup escaping from her chapped lips. She moved into his space; he let her in. He stroked her hair; she let him. Her tears stopped. His started.
So how was it?
If you are a bit confused as to the ending or anything, send me a message and I'll gladly clarify it for you!