Out of 3 new ideas since "With You I Am," this is the first one I've managed to write down on paper and actually like! I hope u guys like it too, and REVIEWS are always appreciated!
Haha, Lisbon94, we rock:
"Lisbon94 and funnygirlOoObroadwaybaby make FF history by letting their readers know they are not depressed, just depressing!"
We like writing angst, it's easier! But we need no therapist referrals, thank u! :D 3 lol
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I couldn't believe I had fallen for the trap; and I had taken Jane down with me. We had walked right into this. Jane had taken me there, but I'm the officer, I should have known better. It's my job to keep him safe and I failed. We were both in so much danger that our minds couldn't begin to comprehend it. Red John had us. We were caught; stuck, and couldn't get out.
I paced back and forth, back and forth, over and over, trying to come up with some idea, some plan that would help us escape.
"Quit pacing." Jane said from the floor where he was lying with his eyes closed. I could see his eyes move under his eyelids, scanning his brain for his own idea. I don't how he knew I was pacing, but I sat down, on the floor as there was no furniture in the empty concrete room. I could tell he was shocked at how easily I gave in, but we were both nervous, and there was no reason to cause an argument.
"What are we going to do?" I held my head in my hands, "We'll be dead by tomorrow if we don't get out of here!"
"We'll figure something out." How was he so calm? We were captured by one of the most wanted serial killers, and he was lying there with his eyes closed! I had to do something or I was going to go crazy.
"The team has to go to headquarters at some point, right? They'll realize we are missing, they have to!" I hoped. I prayed.
"Even if they know we are missing how will they know to look here?" Jane sat up, unwanted frustration booming in his voice, "Sorry, it's just-"
"I know." I cut him off. I knew what he was talking about. We were both stressed. We needed to find a way to get out, and fast. A sudden shiver took over my body. It was a mixture of fear, and actually being cold. "It's freezing in here." I suddenly regretted taking off my jacket at the office, although, how could I have known this was where I was going to end up?
Jane took his jacket off and laid it over my shoulders. I looked up and smiled, gaining a smile back. I didn't have time to enjoy his smile, as the second he did, the door flung open. I felt my breath escape me as I flung around to see who had come. Not that I needed to see. I already knew. It was Red John, coming to torture us. Or, even kill us.
"Hello Mr. Jane, Ms Lisbon." the man said, stepping slowly into the room, shutting the door with an echoing slam. He had a mask on, not allowing Jane or I to finally see who the man who had been torturing Jane for years truly was.
"You have me, why don't you just let her go?" Jane begged, gesturing to me. I wasn't going to leave Jane here alone with Red John, but I didn't have time to refuse.
"Let Ms Lisbon go? Oh, now how would that be any fun at all? She is the party games." Red John's tone sent a tingling down my spine. I knew now that I probably wasn't going to get out of here alive.
Just then, four men came in, two going to Jane, and two coming to me. One stepped behind me and covered my mouth with his gloved hand. I tried to scream, but it came out as a quiet muffled sound. He put one arm around my waste, pulling me toward the back of the room, no matter how much I kicked or swung my arms. The other man went to the chains on the wall, chaining my hands into the air on either side. The man behind me let me go and came to face me.
"You don't want to scream, unless you'd like to see Red John truly angry." the man whispered, in a sincere voice. "I'm sorry." could he be a prisoner, captured, also, by Red John?
I tried to take the advice of the man, who obviously knew better. I held it in. I tried. But I looked over to Jane. His eyes weeped as he was forced to look in my direction. What was happening. Everything was just going so fast. Then I knew the source of his tears as I looked forward and saw the man with the mask. Red John was standing not even one inch away from me.
"Hello Teresa." I could hear the smile in his voice. "I could think of nothing else that would give me pleasure and Mr Jane sorrow other then, well, what I'm about to do." his hands slowly appeared on my waste.
"Please, don't." I begged. He ignored me, sliding his hands up my sides and beside my chest. "Get your hands off of me!" I kicked forward, kicking him in the shin.
"SHIT!" he hollered, spinning around, taking his hands off of me and becoming out of my reach. But I continued to kick, hoping to keep him away as long as I could. "IDIOTS!" he screamed, obviously talking about the two men who had tied me up. He grabbed one of my ankles, holding as I continued to try to shake myself free. Red John pounded my foot against the wall behind me, chaining it up with a chain that either the men had forgotten about, or tried to not use to help me. Either way, both of my ankles were caught now as he finished the next one, and there was no way I could push him away as he ran his hands up and down my sides again. I turned my head to the side, where I could see Jane crying as his head was forced in my direction.
"Please! No! Don't!" I screamed. He ignored me, slowly unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down. It was horrible. Just like... the last time. I tried to force the memories out of my head and focus on what was happening to me now. I squirmed. It didn't do much, but it did delay him from touching me any more.
"Stop!" he pushed me back against the wall, my head hitting first. I could feel a dark haze taking over my mind, covering my view, and a soft whistling begin in my ears. But I refused to give up. This time I screamed. I didn't scream any word, I just screamed as loud as I could, hoping someone, somewhere might hear me. "Shut up!" Red John boomed.
"No! Let us out of here!" my common sense was out the window by this point. I knew he wasn't going to let us free, and screaming would only make things worse.
"Hahaha, right." he said, punching me in the face and sending my head back again against the concrete wall.
Now the dark was taking over my whole vision. I closed my eyes and let my head hang, using my strength to stay conscious, I listened and I felt. I listened to Jane cry in agony as he watched me get violated, screaming, begging for Red John to stop, to just kill him instead. I felt Red John's hands slide all over me, feeling every part of my body. I couldn't do anything about it, other than just hang there. Was that how this was going to end? Me chained up on the wall, blood pooling in my mouth, being raped by a serial killer? Then I felt him- I felt him- I felt nothing. I heard nothing. I saw nothing. I blacked out.
