Hey guys! So sorry about the long wait. I thought that I was going to have more time to write, but i found a series of books that I just absolutely adore and so I had to read 3 of those and then I felt bad but I was going to the lake with a friend and we just came in from kayaking and I was like, I CAN DO THIS!
So. Yeah. Sorry again.
Here's chapter 3. As promised, the whump begins in this chapter. It's not a lot, but I can't do it all really quick because then it'll be too far fetched.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five O or any of its characters. Also, I am not a doctor so I don't even know if this possible but I've seen it in some movies. (blame Lethal Weapon)
Enjoy!
Danny came to a stop outside of the large warehouse, glad to be at his destination. One step closer to Steve. The thought of his friend in the building all alone, possibly injured was more than the Jersey native could stand.
A single door led into the warehouse, and, against his better judgement, Danny went to it, ignoring the burning in his lungs and the slight twinge of his knee. He had run all the way from Steve's house to the warehouse. Every time he had thought about stopping or walking the rest of the way, he just remembered the fact that Steve really thought that he would leave him. Stupid Neandrathal animal.
The single door led into a small room, only big enough for maybe five people to cram in like sardines. A speaker hung up on the wall and Danny immediately got a bad feeling. "Hello? I brought your money. Now let my partner go."
Another chuckle rang through the speaker and Danny had to resist the urge to pull the speaker off the wall and smash it into millions of pieces. "You haven't delivered the bag to me though. Personally."
Danny started to yell. "How the hell am I supposed to do that? There's no other door, you bas-," he stopped, remembering the threat the man had made last time he almost called him something.
"So it's a door you want? Then a door you shall have."
Abruptly, the floor beneath Danny's feet dropped, throwing him into the darkness. His arms pinwheeled as he searched frantically for something to latch onto and he found it, wrapping his hand around it. His shoulder wrenched from his socket and he cried out, a tear sliding down his face. Pulling himself back together, he looked around and found that there was enought light to see. He was in a long vertical tunnel, a single ladder on the side, which was what he had grabbed onto.
Taking a deep breath, he put his feet up on the rungs and wrapped his arm around the side, securing himself as tightly as possible to the ladder in preparation. Danny took a moment and then rammed his shoulder into the side of the ladder, effectively putting it back in. The world blacked out for a moment in an explosion of white hot pain, but he forced himself back, knowing that if he didn't, he would fall the rest of the way.
Testing the range of mobility on his arm, he twinges at the slight pain but decided that it was good enough for now. He'd get it checked out after he got to Steve. After making sure that the bag was still there, he began his slow journey down the ladder, moving carefully in case this psycho had any more tricks up his sleeve. I'm coming, Steve.
Steve looked over the mans shoulder, watching the monitor that he had in front of him. From his position tied to the rolling chair, he could barely see it, but it was enough. He had nearly screamed when he saw Danny drop down the hole and his stomach had made an attempt to catapult through his throat when he witnessed Danny's shoulder pop out. Every fibre of his being wanted to get up out of this chair and rip out the guys throat, but the duct tape and zip ties were keeping that from happening. Apparently, the man hadn't trusted him with simply duct tape OR zip ties, so he had deemed that it was necessary for duct tape AND zip ties. He could have possibly done something even with that, but his feet were zip tied to the spindles of the rolling chair he was on.
The man, probably in his 30s with dark, almost black hair and eyes to match turned and looked at him, his playful smile gone. He was almost normal looking except for the psychotic glint in his eyes. "Your partner is more proficient than I gave him credit for. The others didn't usually catch themselves, just fell and broke their necks at the bottom. I'm glad that he's better than the others. I had begun to think that all my hard work was going to be wasted."
Steve fought against his bonds, growling out, "What are you going to do to my partner?"
The man chuckled again. "I'm just going to have a little fun with him, that's all.
"I swear to god, if anything happens to him, I'll-"
"You'll what, Commander? No really, I want to know, because as it is, you aren't in the position to be making threats." The way that the man could change so suddenly and fluently was frightening. One minute, he was smiling and disturbingly happy, the next, he was a total psycho, willing to kill and thirsting for the sight of blood. It was quiet drastic.
Steve didn't speak, simply glaring at the man before looking back at the monitor where his partner was dropping off the ladder and into a hallway off the side.
"That's what I thought," he mumbled, picking the microphone up off the desk next to the monitor.
"Very impressive, Detective Williams. I honestly didn't expect you to get this far."
Danny tried to breath through the pain, holding his injured shoulder. "You didn't give me much of warning."
"Well, that's half the fun," he laughed.
"Uh huh," Danny breathed, straightening up. "So when are you going to meet me to get this bag?"
"At the end of the maze. You're only at the beginning."
"And what's in the middle?" Danny asked, slinging the bag across his body and shinching it as tight as it would go.
Another chuckle. Does he ever stop? "That's for me to know and you to find out."
Danny nodded, clamping his mouth closed. Talking back to the guy would get him nowhere and could possibly even drive him to hurt Steve. I won't risk that.
Taking one last deep breath, he took a step further into the maze, set on saving Steve . . . Even if it killed him.
How was it? Please review. I'm going to apologize in advance. I'm going back to school next week so I won't be able to update as often as I would like.
have a great weekend! Bye!
