A/N: I don't own anything except characters I have made and plot lines. Those came from my own head. All recognisable characters and rights to them go to CBS. Thank you for letting me toy with them.
This is my first fanfic. Feedback is appreciated (keep it constructive please, not destructive).
Enjoy!
-FBINinja1820
Thunder rolled and lightening flickered like flame in the wind. The dark room was softly illuminated by a single bare bulb. The walls and floor were damp as water pooled from the dripping ceiling. The only chance of entering or exiting the small space was a single solid metal door with a flapped opening the size of a mail slat. The temperature was quite cold, almost equal to that of a refrigerator set on high in the middle of winter. A figure, dark in shadow, huddled in the corner of the concrete room. Chains bound him by his wrists to the wall behind him.
The figure was small, dressed in a pair of loose blue jeans, cream thermal shirt, brown belt, and a pair of tan hiking boots. He was grimy and dirty, light brown hair matted to his forehead. Tracks, clearly defined, down his cheeks shown in the haze of the prison, his prison. His ice blue eyes were void of emotion after years of learning how to successfully school a mask over his features. He knew, after they brought him back from his nightly "meeting", he would have his chance to run. He silently stared at the blank gray walls and meticulously planned his dangerous escape.