Hunted.

This is an idea I had, I know where I'm going on this one, and I'm going to make it short so I don't forget ;). Please leave a review and tell me what you think, I want my inbox overloaded with them, not junk mail lol.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters but seeing as Matthew Perry is in London I figured I might as well go and kidnap him, then he can join Matt LeBlanc and Courtney Cox in my basement ;) Just don't tell anyone though.

Enjoy!

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I lay there, in the tiny room under the stairs. I knew he wouldn't look here, we both know there isn't really any room for one human in here, let alone two.

I can hear him storming around upstairs, looking everywhere for us, I know he'll eventually find us, he always does.

I pray for deliverance from him, for me and my baby to be safe in here from him. but somehow I know that's not going to happen. My two year old son starts to cry, terrified beyond belief from his father, the man whose supposed to be protecting him.

'Chandler sweetheart, please be quiet.' I whisper desperately. He seemed to understand, his deep blue eyes look in to my own, tears running down those rosy cheeks and lower lips trembling. I couldn't help but want to scream out, a baby shouldn't have to be this scared of his own father.

'Chandler… Maria… Come out come out wherever you are!' Steven called out, in what might have been a playful tone if he were ever that kind of man. But it was clear from the situation that he was taunting us, trying to get Chandler to give our position away. Chandler whimpered slightly, wanting to play, to be delivered from the severity of the situation.

'Shhh baby.' I hushed, Steve was close now, I couldn't risk anything, it would cost us our lives.

Steve walked down the stairs, his footsteps thundering overhead. I hugged Chandler closer to me, wanting to protect him, but knowing I would be no help if he did find us.

He stopped outside of the cupboard door, I froze, not even daring to breath. Chandler noticed the change in my nature. He whimpered again and I grimaced. Steve would have heard.

The footsteps started again, leading away from the cupboard door. I knew better then to believe we were safe, if even for a moment. He would come back.

Sunlight flooded the tiny cubby-hole as the door flew open, Steve on the other side. He swayed a little, drunk as usual.

'Peek-a-boo.' He mocked.

Peek-a-boo yourself, I thought and shoved him violently out of the way, holding my baby securely and running as fast as I could.

Steve regained his balance though not as quickly as he would have if he was sober. It was the first time I was ever glad of his drinking.

I ran in to the kitchen and picked up the phone, ringing only people who could help. The police? No. they would never get here quick enough to save me.

But Chandler, he was the one I wanted to save. I called the people who were planning to rescue him from me in a few weeks, to take him and raise him as their own.

As the phone was ringing and Steve was beginning to walk down the hall I placed Chandler on the floor, whispering to him that we were just playing a game, and if he hid in the crawl-space under the porch then he would win.

'Hello?' A voice on the other end of the phone answered. I took a deep breath and uttered the rehearsed code word. They would know we were in danger, where to find Chandler and that an ambulance was almost certain to be needed.

The phone was knocked from my hands. I looked up and saw Steve, his face inches away from mine, eyes glaring, breath putrid from the drinking.

My last thought was of my baby Chandler as everything vanished from my sight.

Ok this was just the prologue, so you know the background, please review and let me know what you think and I'll post the next part as soon as it's written ;) Thanks!