Chapter1. First fic. be nice
Summary: Don is kidnapped by a psycho serial killer and his possy. Can Charlie come to his senses to help his brother? How far will Don and Charlie go to protect each other? Summary kind of sucks. rated for swearing, blood, and voilence, I think. oh and no pairings.
Disclaimer: I own nothing written here.
Pain seared the side of his face.
"Aswer me!" said the angry sinister male voice.
Don tried to look up at his captor again but all he could see was darkness.
"Maybe i'll leave you to think about it," said the stranger. "I have to go do business anyways. When I get back you better have an answer." and the stranger gave Don a hard slap on the face as a parting gift.
Don heard a door slam and the erie silence told him he was alone.
Where was he? Who was that?
So many questions were running through his mind, he hadn't had the time to think until now, but all of them had boiled down to one thing.
Charlie.
Was he safe? Was he unharmed? Was he involved?
Don strained his memory, trying to remember what happened.
FOUR HOURS BEFORE...
"Don? Don? Don... Don! ... DON!" Charlie's voice filled his head.
Don woke with a start and heard his father's laughter along with one other, David Sinclair. They were at the Eppes family house, dinner almost ready, Don was laying on the living room couch, David standing in between the living room and the dining room not knowing whether to help set the table or not, his father was carrying a tray of food from the kitchen, and Charlie was in the basement doorway calling his name.
"Don, wake up," said Charlie, though Don couldn't see him, he knew exactly where Charlie had been.
"Oh, sorry Charlie, bit of a long day." said Don rubbing his eyes.
"But you caught your guy didn't you? The serial killer right?" ansked Alan Eppes. And then said, "You guys go through cases so fast I can't keep up."
"Yep, right where his accomplice said he would be." replied David. "Bastard. Who knows who he might have killed next. He confessed everything, and is now awaiting sentencing trial." He had a blue shirt and blue jeans on.
"Well thats good to know," Don heard his father answer.
"You mean the killer who dumped his victims alive in a secluded area and they would bleed to death before anyone would find them?" asked Charlie.
"Thank you for putting it in detail, Charlie. Yes that one." answered Don, which came out a little harsher than he would have liked but didn't care.
"I'm just asking cause some of my students haven't come to class ever since it started, claiming to be afraid. I'm just glad it's over now." said Charlie.
"Me too." replied Don, putting arm over his face to hide his eyes, intending to go to sleep again when,
"Alright, dinner's ready!" Alan called to the living room. Don groaned at the thought of getting up.
"Don, no grumbling in front of the guest." His dad had intended as a joke.
Don got up, fixed his blue jeans and striaghtened his gray shirt, with eyes half closed he let the smell of food guide him to the dinning room.
"Um... Dad?" called Charlie.
"Yeah?"
"You forgot drinks." said Charlie.
"Really? There were none in the fridge so I just assumed they were already out here." Alan told him.
"It's alright, Dad. I'll go buy some." said Don.
"Oh no, you don't have to do that..." Alan started, but Don cut in.
"I want to; besides, what kind of host doesn't have drinks?"
"Alright, fine," concieted Alan. "There's a store you can walk to about two blocks down."
"Don't worry i'll be back in 15 minutes." said Don getting his coat and heading out the door when,
"Don!"
Don turned to see Charlie, actually seeing him for the first time today. His hair was wet to keep it tame, white T-shirt and gray jeans. He was holding a twenty-dollar bill in his hand.
"Here, take it," said Charlie, motioning his hand.
"I have my own money," Don replied to him.
"Dad insists you take it." and Charlie put it in Don's hands.
Don pocketed the money and said, "Thanks."
"Be carefull," said Charlie.
"Come on, I'm only going to the store, I'll be back." and Don left.
Don got to the store with no problem. He was tired on the way back, holding a bag of two twelve-pack soda's. He did not notice a van following him, he did not notice a person come up behind him till it was too late. He felt the person wrap around him, one hand smothering his mouth with a cloth drenched in chloroform and other chemicals. On instinct, Don gasped for breath, breathing in the chemicals, and Don could feel himself fading. As Don struggled to maintain conciousness, he could feel another pair of arms grab ahold of him. The starry sky grew dark in Don's eyes and he fell unconcious.
The two men loaded Don into the van and sped off. What was left behind was the grocery bag full of drinks, his watch, and the chemically drenched cloth.
Nice, huh? Kind of sounds like almost every other story.
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