Twisted Obsession
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Hitcher… not even Sean Bean...although I wish I did : ) I only own Elizabeth and whatever plot I make up for her.
Chapter Two: Kidnapped
"What do you want with me?" Elizabeth demanded as Ryder pulled her out of the truck atop a cliff overlooking one of the few New Mexico police stations.
John smiled down at her and shrugged, "You'll see."
"What?" Elizabeth looked at him with disbelief as he strode away. "Who are you?"
"John Ryder," he smiled. "Who are you?"
"Why should I tell you?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "For all I know you're saving me for last."
Ryder chuckled and shook his head, "I'm not planning on killing you."
"Prove me wrong," Elizabeth demanded, knowing the man in front of her was twisted beyond belief. "Maybe I'll tell you my name."
Ryder smiled and took a step closer to her, "Why don't you just stay by the truck."
"Why? What if I run away?" Elizabeth demanded.
John looked down at her with a mischievous grin and shrugged "I'll enjoy hunting you down so I can kill you in front of your friends."
Elizabeth gulped and leaned on the door of the truck, "Fine, be that way. If you even do so much as touch them I'll kill you."
Ryder waved her off and made his way down the hill, fiddling with something in his pocket. Elizabeth sat down on a rock to wait, folding her arms over her knees, her eyes on the station below where a group of cop cars were now parked.
"Why do I always get into things like this," she sighed.
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"You have to believe me, he's out there right now, he kidnapped my roommate Elizabeth. She could be dead for all I know!" Grace yelled in frustration.
"Now calm down, Miss Andrews, we have a team looking for her as we speak," her detaining officer assured her, taking his hat off. "Now, I'll be right back."
Grace glared at him as he left and got to her feet, standing in front of the two way mirror. She sighed and waited for what seemed like hours when she heard a click in the hallway. Her nerves picked up and she moved to the door, turning the knob slowly and looking out.
"Hello?" she stepped out into the hallway, no trace of the officers. "Jim?"
She glanced around, seeing a basement door and listened, making her way toward it. It was dark so she grabbed a flashlight and the keys, knowing Jim was down there.
"JIM!" Grace yelled as the power shut off completely, flicking the flashlight on as the cells moved into her line of vision. "Please, Jim, answer me," she flashed the light into each cell, finally falling on Jim, his face pressed against the bars.
"Quick," he whispered. "He's in here somewhere."
Grace nodded and fumbled with the keys, finding the one to unlock the cell, "I need light," she said, her voice trembling.
"Oh God" she breathed as the door swung open. Jim pulled her into a quick hug before they ran up the steps to the main floor, the sirens from other units surrounding the building.
"Shit, out the back, come on," he whispered, seeing Grace pick something up. "What are you doing?"
"Protecting us," she held up a gun and pushed the back door open.
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"I knew you wouldn't go anywhere," John grinned, seeing Elizabeth sitting on a rock in front of the truck. "What's your name?"
She shielded her eyes from the sun and looked up at him, getting to her feet and dusting off her skirt, "Elizabeth."
Ryder nodded and pointed down the cliff at two figures running through the trees. Elizabeth felt her breath catch in her throat, knowing it was Jim and Grace. John moved up behind her, his breath warm on her cheek, making Elizabeth tremble.
"I'm going to kill them," he whispered. "And you're going to help me."
She spun around, her eyes wide, "What did they do to you to deserve this?"
He chuckled, his smiled making Elizabeth nervous, "They left me in the rain. So I targeted them. That's how I chose my victims. If they drive off first and then offer me a ride in apology, I make their lives a living hell, and then I kill them."
Elizabeth took another step away from him and shook her head, "And what am I supposed to do?"
"Bait them," he smiled. "You, Elizabeth, are going to reel them in for the kill."
"You're sick," she spat, bumping into the grill of the truck.
John grinned and shrugged, "I know."
With that he lunged forward, grabbing Elizabeth by the hair. She screamed and he shoved her into the truck, climbing in next to her. He drove a short distance, stopping at a cliff. Elizabeth looked up at him and glanced out the windshield to find the drop.
"Holy shit!" she scrambled away from the front seat, her eyes wide in terror.
"It's okay Elizabeth. You won't be in it when it falls," John soothed, opening the passenger side door and grabbing her by the waist.
Elizabeth struggled against his muscular arm as he pulled her out of the truck, his grip around her middle tightening as she struggled. John grabbed the gear, putting the truck in drive.
"Oh God!" Elizabeth shrieked as the truck rolled over the cliff. She jumped, wrapping her arms around Ryder's neck in fear. When she realized what she had done, she looked at him and shrank away. "Sorry."
John glanced over the edge of the cliff and smiled, seeing Grace and Jim looking fearfully around. He took Elizabeth's hand as she looked over and pulled her away, keeping her close as they moved away from the scene.
"Where are you taking me?" Elizabeth demanded as he led her through a thicket of stunted trees.
"You'll see," he breathed, squeezing her hand as he led her on. A helicopter flew over them and John cursed, knowing the police were involved now and he would not be able to avoid them. "Change of plans, come here."
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"Jim where are we?" Grace asked, moving toward a broken down trailer. She wrenched at the knob on the trailer door to no avail. It was shut and locked from inside.
"I don't know," Jim replied, trying the door himself. He banged on the door, trying to wrench it open but it was no use.
The two fell silent, sirens greeting their ears. Jim grabbed Grace's arm and pulled her toward a broken down shed when he heard someone groan from inside. Grace stiffened beside him and moved toward the door to listen.
"Help," a woman's voice called weakly from inside. "Someone, please."
"It's Elizabeth," Grace whispered, pulling the door open.
Elizabeth turned her head away from the light, hiding her face behind her hair. Grace rushed to where she was kneeling on the floor, her hands tied behind her back. She pushed her hair away from her face as Jim closed the door.
"What did he do to you?" Grace asked, wiping at a line of blood from a cut on Elizabeth's forehead. "Is he here?"
"I don't know," Elizabeth whispered. "Can you untie me?"
Jim nodded and undid the ropes around her hands. She slumped forward, massaging her red wrists. Jim caught her and helped her to her feet, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Did he tell you anything?" he demanded. "Why did he do this to you?"
Elizabeth shook her head, fear in her eyes, "I can't say. If I tell you he'll kill me, he'll kill us all."
"Fuck," Jim cursed, knowing she was telling the truth. Grace shushed them, her eyes outside the shed where a squad car had pulled into the driveway of the trailer, an officer stepping out, his gun raised.
"I know you are in here you two!" he yelled. "Come out slowly with your hands in the air."
"We can't!" Grace yelled.
"Step out slowly with your hands in the air or I will fire!" the officer demanded.
"Grace, just do it," Jim hissed, helping Elizabeth stay on her feet.
The three slowly stepped out of the shed, Grace lagging behind them as Jim helped Elizabeth toward the officer.
"Please, she's hurt," he said, slowing down as the officer pointed the gun at him.
"Sir, I need you to put the gun down and get in the car," Grace said behind them, raising the gun to the officer's head.
"Grace, you don't have to do this," Jim soothed, moving over to her.
"Yes, I do Jim, now just get in the car. I know he's here and he's after us. We have to get away now," she said, her voice shaking terribly. "Now I need you to put the weapon down and get in the car, sir."
Elizabeth looked up as the officer placed the gun on the ground. Grace nudged Jim and he picked the gun up, aiming it at the officer. He inched toward the car, helping Elizabeth in before getting in himself. She glanced around, knowing John was near and froze when their eyes met. He was crouching in the back seat of a bus, a rifle aimed at the officer's head. He smiled and turned his gaze back to Grace and took his shot, shooting the officer in the head.
"What the fuck?" Jim yelled as Grace screamed and scrambled into the car.
"I didn't shoot him, Ryder must have, I swear I didn't fire that gun," Grace panicked. "We have to get out of here now."
Jim backed out and drove away, hearing the sirens and helicopter overhead as he raced down the highway.
