sorry for the delay, I'm still pondering with the plot, i want to know what you think might happen from here, it makes me get inspired... sorry it's short x
Jane opened her left eye, the lid felt heavy and her sight strained past the white blur that was above her. Her mouth was dry, like a desert had been planted in there. A groan broke through her lips when she felt her head pounding, her heart had found it's way into her skull.
"Can you here me?" a low, rough voice was lingering above her.
Jane tried to lift her left arm in attempt to shade her eyes from the new, fake yellow glow of a flash light. The limb only responded with waves of pain, she hissed as the felt a cold hand clamp down on the unresponsive limb.
"What are you doing?" Jane snapped, her voice was gravely. The amount of strain on her vocal chords to say the words offensively took most of her resilience to take account of her situation. Yes, she was hurt, her good arm was broke and some guy was making sure the pain continued.
"Making sure you stay put"
Jane still couldn't make out a face.
"Hell, what? Stay put? You better get the fuck off me" Jane instinctively lurched her body into a sitting position to confront the threat, but she soon backed down once the cool side of a blade rested on her throat. A whimper escaped her once proud defence.
"Now I believe, you did us a favour"
"Favour?" Jane slurred, wincing as the blade soon warmed to her skin.
"Paddy Doyle"
"Doyle?" Jane knew a thunder storm was headed her way, she gulped her saliva glued up her throat.
"You are Jane Rizzoli, the very woman who took him down" the attackers voice was laced with gremlins.
"Then why the hell are you holding a knife to my throat?" Jane snapped, but felt the blade shift closer into the delicate skin.
"Your the perfect weapon"
Jane pressed her mouth into a hard line, her eyes now fully open and crawling through the darkness. The air smelt like smoke, it started it make her lungs quiver.
"I'm not gonna do anything for you"
"You don't have to" the gremlins swarmed.