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Chapter 1: Waking Up

"I'm not going to do it." Elizabeth stared with cold defiant eyes back to a pair much like her own. The gun she held in her hand was not raised and instead pointing down hanging loosely by her side. She fingered the safety switch and didn't falter in her gaze. What father puts his eighteen year old through this?

"You will do this if you know what is good for you." The threat wasn't as effective as his voice. She had heard this tone before and unless she wanted a new set of bruises come morning she knew she had to go through with it.

"What did he even do to deserve this?"

"He is a nuisance to my business, which will someday be yours. You must start now in learning how to manage these affairs. If you don't get rid of a pest now it will come back to bite you later."

The man blind folded in the other room was shivering. She stared at him through the window between both her room and his and noticed he was silently praying. There was no doubt in her mind, or his, he would leave the room in a body bag. Possibly days later when someone would finally find him.

"I cannot do this. He is a human being!" She was shaking now. He wanted to train her to be like him but she wasn't a monster capable of killing.

"Then you will stay here until you do." He stated it as a fact. She knew he wasn't bluffing either. She wavered in her stance and slumped her shoulders, resigned to the fact that she was destined to live her life like this. Unless she wanted to starve here, he would do that, she had to suck it up and follow his orders.

Without another word she straightened her back and made her way through the door. The man lifted his head and tried to look around but to no avail.

"Who's there? Listen whatever I did I'm sorry I can fix it. I.. I.." He began sobbing and there was nothing more she wanted to do but to run away and hide forever.

Instead she walked up to him and took of the safety to the gun. It felt cold and heavy in her fragile hands. She lifted it to his head, not quite touching him, and put her finger on the trigger. She looked away from him and whispered as low as possible.

"I'm sorry."

And she pulled.

-THE BLACKLIST-

Elizabeth opened her eyes, wet and teary as they were, and assessed where she was. She was lying on a large bed with four posts on each corner. It was very comfortable but then she realized her left wrist was cuffed to the post closest to it. Her other hand was bandaged and flashes of the fire came racing back to her mind. The screams, running for her life, and escaping. Then that voice. It may have been her imagination or she may have heard it but it soothed her sleep up until her nightmare. Actually it was more of a memory but a nightmare none the less.

Looking around the room even more she noticed all the curtains were drawn close but wavered at the wind. The windows were open. Now that she thought about it, the room had an airy feel to it and smelled of sea salt. There was only one door to her left and one to her far right. One must be a bathroom and the other must be an entrance. She pushed her covers off and realized she still wore her clothes from that night. Thankfully no one had bothered to change her clothes. Her scars were for her eyes and her eyes only.

A knock on the door to her left tore her gaze up in time to see a man coming in with a breakfast tray. He smiled at her.

"Good morning, you must be starving since that tussle two nights ago. No worries, though, I brought you some breakfast made by well... me." He winked at her and lowered the tray over her lap. It was as if she wasn't hand cuffed at all and a guest here.

"I don't want to eat. I want to leave."

His disappointing look almost got to her but her stomach chose at that moment to make itself known to the world and grumbled. The man chuckled loudly and sat at the end of the bed far enough from touching her directly.

"Now that we have established that you are hungry, let me introduce myself. My name in Samuel but you can call me Sam."

"Elizabeth."

She lifted the plastic fork slowly, mindful of her injury, and looked down at her food. It wasn't an over thought meal, but a simple eggs, bacon, and toast was enough for her. She started with her eggs.

"Elizabeth. Sounds like a beautiful name. Mind if I call you Liz?" She shook her head with a mouthful of food and he beamed at the silent permission. "Excellent."

Him watching her eat wasn't really disturbing and not at all close to how most of her father's perverted friends tended to look at her. Instead he was looking at her kindly, and if she knew what it looked like, paternally as well. Being shackled to a bed wasn't so bad now because for some odd reason she began feeling safe.

Once she was done eating he took her tray and never once feared for his safety at his close proximity to her. He placed it down on one of the expensively designed pieces of furniture that filled the room and disappeared in the other door. Hearing water run and some rummaging around she figured it was the bathroom. When he came back he had a some supplies and a wet cloth.

"Ok Liz, I'm going to have to take off the wraps on your wrist and replace then with new ones. That was some nasty burn and I wonder how it is you got it?" She raised her eyebrows at him as he sat next to her and gently took her hand in his.

"You don't know about the fire?" He unwrapped her wrist and prodded it gently with the cool wet cloth.

"Oh no, I do, but I find it interesting how it was only your wrist that came hurt and the rest of you unscathed." She briefly considered hurting him, because even though her father was most likely dead and she didn't really get hurt, someone had caused that fire and probably felt no remorse over it.

"I touched a burning hot railing while I was trying to escape." She looked past him and winced when he applied a burn cream on her wrist.

"It's going to scar."

"It's ok, I have been through worse." The air between them became full of a sudden melancholy and sadness but she didn't want to meet his eyes. She knew all he would see is an empty face that held no emotion and cold eyes. There was nothing she could do but look at the end of the bed.

Just as he was finished redressing her hand the door opened and in came a tall dark man. He was silent with dark eyes and a firm face. His arms were huge and she could tell he had been through his fair share of exercises much like her own. The man that came in after him is what tore her gaze away from him.

This one radiated power. He wasn't tall but she could tell by the way Sam stood up and stood next to the big one that he was the one giving orders. His gray colored suit was well tailored from his pants and jacket to the vest that was peeking under. Every thing on him was in perfect place. It was all finished off with a matching fedora that he took of and placed on the vanity across her bed. She wanted to be scared. She wanted to fear this man, but when she met his green eyes goosebumps crawled on her skin at his unwavering gaze.

It was either short minutes or long seconds before he spoke and that voice hit her like lightning. Electrifying yet dangerous.

"Leave us."

Both Sam and the other man left and she looked at Sam's silent goodbye before he closed the door. She turned her gaze back to the well dressed man and tried to keep her gaze in parallel to his. He spoke first again.

"Alone at last."