Broken Doll
By Silent Cobra
Standard Disclaimers apply.
Pairing: Cath/Warrick
prologue
This couldn't be happening. It just could NOT be happening.
It was dark, and cold.
Strange, it was almost never cold in Vegas, but she could see her breath materializing in front of her like some strange demon made of smoke.
Her small feet hit the ground hard; the sound of her breathing couldn't mask the sound of the heavier footsteps in her wake.
She was being chased!!
Her miniskirt rode up, higher and higher as she ran, her young legs pumping hard.
She was almost finished, and her pursuer knew it. He was taking his sweet time, waiting for her to tire beyond the point of continuing.
The thought of what he would do to her once he caught her gave her an extra burst of speed. A small cry escaped her mouth as she tripped.
It was all over.
The man stood over her. She felt hot tears trail down her cheeks. The man smiled. His face was black, not black like skin, but black as night. She clenched her eyes shut.
He reached down and picked her up, her small body was very light, hardly any trouble at all to carry.
She screamed, and he cuffed her over the head.
She fell into darkness.
He knew where she lived. Her mother was single, her father dead. He did, as he did so many times before, break into the house to leave his calling card.
He loved his calling card.
He smiled as he pulled it out of the bag and set it on the girl's bed.
Poor mommy, he thought, she would be devastated.
He smiled again as he crawled silently from the house.
No trace.
She was scared. She was naked. She desperately wanted her mother. Her mother, whom she sometimes despised, even though she knew that she tried her best for her little girl.
She was terrified as she heard the door open.
The bad man was back.
She felt him touch her. He touched her in places that she knew were not for anyone but lovers to touch, and she had no lovers, and no one was to touch her there.
She wanted to do something, anything to break free.
But she couldn't.
She was trapped like an animal, and the bad man knew it.
He wanted her to suffer.
She whimpered, and he cuffed her across the face.
"No crying, sweet doll, no crying," the bad man whispered.
She was not a doll!
She was human!
She was a little girl, with a mommy who loved her very much!
She had friends!
She had a home!
She was alone…
In the dark…
She was afraid…
Of the dark…
She was dead…
And the darkness was complete.
AN: please read and tell me what you think so far.
