Jisbon
Bed of Red
Her heart beat so fast, so hard, she felt the each pound ring through her ears. The pounding was then overshadowed by an increasing pain originating from the back of her head. Opening her eyes wearily, She began to succumb to the room, and tried to force the pain to the back of her head, ironically. Trying to lift a hand to feel the damage of her injury, she felt a tug of pain, looking down, she realised why. Her wrists were held in place by her own handcuffs, which were then strapped clumsily to the bottom of a cast iron bed, mattress included. Not that the usual game of hide and seek included been hidden against your will, but the thing that puzzled her, was why was she hidden at all, in a stereotypical kidnapping senaryio, the kidnapper themselves is the one who feels in control, they parade ther victims to strike fear, increasing the chance of getting what they want. This made her worry further as she concluded this wasn't a kiddnapping, if that was the case then there were no demands, nothing that could come of this, except her death.
The Red phone icon was pressed, ending the call, ending the slow, heavy, breathing pattern of Teresa Lisbon. His arm fell to to his side, and the phone fell to the floor shattering into large clumps of metal. The pupils of Patrick Jane widdened as his thoughts scanned the call tht he had just answered.
"Patrick Jane," Silence... "Hello, is, anyone there?"
"The question you should have asked Mr Patrick Jane, is, anyone there, still alive" Dread and anxiety formed a mysterious and uncomfortable feeling that filled the pit of Jane's stomach.
"Who is this?"
"Although i am, immensely proud of my, work lets call it. I regret to inform you that i cannot retun your question with the information you want. However you will walk away from this conversation with a name Mr Patrick Jane, but i assure you it won't be mine. I have a feeling that by tommorrow night, someone will be walking away from this call, actuelly, wheeled away, in a body bag. Whether its you, me...... or Teresa Lisbon"
A fiery emotion ignited within Jane, which engulfed his entire body, leaving him just a pit of that uncomfortable combination. Dread and anxiety. An angered smile formed in his lips, and he place a hand on his hip walking impatiently 3 steps forward and 3 steps back.
"i really hope thats a common name, because i warn you, if you hurt her, il not be the only one coming after you. And trust me on this Mr Formality, I, we, will find you"
"I had a really good comeback but then it just dawned on me, that i had much better one, just lieing around the place" The sound of the callers voice was replaced with loud struggling breaths of a woman, and although of its difficulty to tell apart someones voice by their unconscious breathing patterns, Jane knew it was her. Teresa Lisbon.
Jane had just finished filling in the room of the details of his phonecall, and the plan was to try and regain contact with the caller, a plan that Jane knew, was that of certain failure. If he wanted demands, or something out of this, he would have stated that in the first instant Jane had answered the phonecall. And gradually Jane let himself draw to the horrific conclusion that, the caller only had one thing to gain, Lisbons Death.