Three Days
Author: Twi-Ranger
Words: 1,202
Author's Notes: So I wrote this quicker than I thought. I will post the third and final part tomorrow. I listened to Against the Current as I wrote this. They are like a teenage Paramore band. New. And really cool. Anyways, enjoy your read.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, with the exception of the plot.
Day Two: The Missing
Beca slowly opened her eyes. She notices she was back on the chair. She looked at her body and realized that her kidnapper must have dressed her. She had on a bra to cover her breasts and some panties. She also noticed her chair was connected to a wire. She frowned and looked up at her kidnapper, whom she didn't know his name.
"What are you doing?" Beca asked, frowning. She looked at the blond man.
"I want to play a game. You're going to love it," he told her, as he finished what he was going. He got a chair and sat in front of her, with a remote on his hand. "I'm going to asked you questions, if you lie, I will press this button. You do not want me to press the button."
"Screw you! Let me go right now!" she shouted, struggling on the chair.
"Stop, it won't work," he told her as calmly as he could.
"Like hell it won't. Let me go you psychotic bastard!" she screamed at him.
He frowned, pain flashed in his eyes. He pressed the button as he glared at her.
Beca stopped moving. She clenched her eyes shut. She felt the current go through her body. It was as if thousand knives her stabbing her. She screamed in pain.
Then, it stopped. The room was quiet with the exception of Beca's labor breathing.
"Don't push me," he told her, watching her. She didn't answer. She was afraid to. "Let's play a game."
"Wh-what game?" Beca asked, cautiously. She didn't want to play any game, but was afraid to refuse.
"I'll ask you a question, if I think your lying, or you do not know the answer, I will press the button," he said, smiling.
"Please, just let me go," Beca begged him, her eyes shining with tears.
"Let's start with the first question," he stated, ignoring her. "What is my name?"
"I-I don't know. I-I'm sorry," she answered, as she tried to think of his name.
"Wrong answer," he said, as he stared at the button.
"No! Please no! I'm sorry, please," Beca shouted, tears streaming down her face.
"You should be," he told her, as he pressed it.
The room was filled with Beca's screams.
*At Barden*
"It's been a whole day, and nothing. The police aren't searching good enough!" Chloe shouted at her best friend.
"They are trying as hard as they can," Aubrey tried to assure the redhead.
"They have to try harder!" Chloe shouted, as she threw a frame to a wall.
"Chloe, calm down, please," Aubrey told the other college student.
"No! We need to find her Bree! What if it's too late for her? Aubrey, I need to tell her that I'm falling for her," Chloe cries, as she slid to the ground. Aubrey sat down next to her and took her in her arms.
"We'll find her, I promise you Chlo, she'll be back with us," Aubrey whispered, as she stroked Chloe's hair. Chloe pressed her face against Aubrey's chest, as sobs shook her body.
"I need her Bree, I need Beca in my life," Chloe muttered, as she broke down.
*Somewhere else*
"Please, no more," Beca begged after getting four question wrong incorrect.
"You little whore, how can you tell me nothing is going on with you and that Jesse freak?" he demanded, throwing the remote across the room.
"Cause nothing is going on!" she shouted, her body numb from the electro-shocks.
"You bitch!" he snapped, as he backhanded her. Her head snapped to the left. She felt some blood in her mouth.
"This is you protecting me? By hitting me? You are crazier than I thought," Beca told him. She didn't want to give up. She couldn't be afraid of him. She couldn't let him break her.
He glared at her, as he clenched his fists. He then smirked, and exited the room.
"Coward! Let me go you bastard!" she shouted. She started to struggle. "Let me go!"
*At Barden*
"Do you know anyone who would want to harm Rebecca Mitchell?" a police officer asked the Bellas. They had decided to have breakfast together.
"No, she didn't have any enemies, and we were her only friends. She didn't interact with many people, except her roommate and the people at her internship, and a capella people," Stacie explained, for once not thinking of sex or hooking up. The other members were shock at how much she knew of Beca's life.
"Does her roommate have a name?" the officer asked, as he wrote everything down.
"All we know is her name is Kimmy Jin," Aubrey answered that time. She decided to give him the names of everyone she knew Beca had interacted with, with the other members adding names as well.
The officer nodded. "Thank you for your time."
"Please, find her," Chloe begged, looked at the cop with sad eyes.
"We're doing all we can ma'am. I will do all I can to bring your friend back, alive," he said, as he gave her a small smile.
"Please," Chloe whispered, tears threatening to escape.
*Somewhere else*
He returned with a knife. He smiled when he saw Beca on the floor. How she managed that, he didn't know. He crouched down behind her and but the ropes, setting her free.
"If you can get through me, you can get away. If you can't get through me, you are mine," he told her. He stepped around her so that he was between Beca and the door.
She tried to think of a way to get around him. She knew he was stronger, and possible faster. She needed to be smart.
*At Barden*
It had been a few hours, when Dr. Mitchell called Chloe. He told her they knew who had her. Some young man named Blake Stevens. He was a classmate of Beca. Someone saw Blake put a person in his trunk. They just needed to find where he was keeping her.
"Aubrey! They found who took her," Chloe told her blond best friend once she got off the phone.
"That's good. We're one step closer to getting her back," Aubrey responded, hugging her friend back. Aubrey hoped the police would find the area quick.
*Somewhere else*
"Oh, and before you try anything, I think I should warn you," her kidnapper, Blake as we now know, said.
He raised his shirt up, to show her the gun he had tucked in his pants. Beca felt herself get dizzy.
Her way out was right there. All she needed to do was get that gun.
Blake, thinking he had won, decided to put the knife down, Beca took the moment to tackle him. They both fell to the ground. Her hand reaching to the gun, as did he.
She pulled it out, but he put his hand on it. Their chests were against each other. The gun was in between them. They struggled to aim the gun at someone. Beca felt her finger on the trigger.
BANG
Beca and Blake stared at each other, both covered in blood, the gun on the ground next to them. One of them, bleeding from the wound.
