Locked away

Gosho Aoyama respectively owns detective conan.

Authors note: I am so sorry for not updating for a while! *bows* I've been really busy... Anyway... I hope you like this chapter :) Also, I am really sorry about line breaks. For some reason, editor won't let me make spaces for point of view. Astrics please work.

Haruku freed Conan's legs and wrenched him from the bed by the rope tied to his arms.

"This will teach you not to disrespect your elders." Haruku growled, as if scolding his own child. Conan glowered at him. Haruku pulled Conan down the stairs to another door leading to what must be either a basement or a patio. Most likely option one... Conan tried to pull away, but Haruku tugged him closer.

"Don't fight it, Conan. You need to learn your lesson. You can come out when I feel you have." With that, Haruku swung open the door, picked Conan up and carried him down the stairs. Conan, frantically, tried to kick and squirm his way out of Haruku's arms to no avail. Haruku tied the rope on Conan's wrists to a pipe against the wall and then walked back up the stairs. He flicked off the only light, a swinging bulb, in the basement, shadowing it in darkness. Conan had to squint to see Haruku's silloutte in the light from the living room upstairs.

"Sometimes," Haruku said, almost with pity," We have to punish the things we love, Conan. This hurts me more than it hurts you. You'll understand, I promise." With that, Haruku closed the door, snuffing out the only light.

Shinichi had never been afraid of the dark. Even when he was little, he would play in crawl spaces or dark caves. Even now, as Conan, he would hide in dark spaces with the Shounen Tantei. This dark felt different. It wasn't welcoming or peaceful; it felt like there was something else in there with him. Conan feverishly fumbled for the flashlight on his watch and flicked it on. He moved it around the room as a far as his bound hands would allow him. He paused on a peculiar beached rock. What's a rock like that doing in a basement? He thought to himself...It wasn't a rock.Bones. Conan swallowed. Conan didn't fear dead bodies. He wasn't afraid of ghosts, either, because they didn't exist. But, this dark made him fear them. Something wasn't right about this room.

(Ran)

It had been a month since the disappearance of Edogawa Conan. Even her dad was starting to worry. Conan may be reckless and carefree, like a certain high school detective, but he always called beforehand if he was going to take leave. And if he didn't, he would call later, apologizing that we wouldn't be around for a while. The police force, whom had become great friends with Conan, were working their butts off to find him: Sending out photos of him on t.v., broadcasting his disappearance, phoning people who had last seen him, as well as checking his discarded items for fingerprints.

Ran paced around the room,probably wearing a hole into the carpet, thinking of a way she could find him. His phone and DB badge had been discarded, but there must be some other way to-

CRACK!

Ran snapped out of her thoughts. What did I just... She bent down to pick up whatever she just broke and stopped when she saw what it was. No way. Her rational mind thought.

Shut up, Rational mind. Yes way!It has to work!She picked up Conan's, now broken, spare glasses and sprinted out of the detective agency. She had to find Professor Agasa. She finally had a lead!

(Conan)

Something was here. He could feel its fur brush up against him; hear its shallow breaths; smell its rotten flesh. The watch light died over an hour ago. Or days. He couldn't really tell in this never ending darkness.

SCRAPE

Conan could sometimes tell time by the sounds the thing made. First it would rub up against him, then it would make weird snorting sounds, next it would paw at the ground and, finally, it would rake its claws down the wall behind Conan. In his head, he knew it wasn't real, but his body wouldn't let him accept that. One of the pipes on the ceiling popped, the gas inside making hissing sounds as it bled out. Gas...? Was there a chemical in the gas making him hallucinate? It would explain why Haruku didn't stay down here longer than necessary. Also how he seemed to be holding his breath until he got to the top of the stairs. Conan lifted his collar to cover his nose and mouth and breathed through the new filter. Now if I can just last long enough for Haruku to come get me...

(Haruku)

Conan was hopefully broken by now. The gas was scaring him into submission. He would finally love Haruku and accept him as his lover and savior. Then, he would get rid of the Mouri brat and he and Conan would finally be . Haruku liked the sound of that. Of course, he told himself he would wait to do anything to him. He would keep Conan pure until he was eighteen and then, he didn't know if he could hold back any longer after that. Haruku chuckled.

"Soon, my love, we'll finally be alone." He whispered into the vent.

(Ran)

Ran charged up to Agasa's door step and repeatedly rang the doorbell. She heard the door unlock and watched as it opened slowly. Ran looked down and made contact with Haibara Ai.

"Ai-chan! Please, I think I've got something! Please, let me in!" Ai nodded and opened the door wider.

"What do you need? Hakase isn't feeling well at the moment. He keeps worrying about Edogawa-kun. Knowing him, though, he probably already has a plan..."

"Tracking glasses." Ran interrupted Ai's thoughts. Ai jumped as if zapped.

"How do you-" Ai started, but was cut off.

"I'm observant. I watch Conan-kun, all the time.I saw you guys and him using it to find his other pair. Please, we can find him with this!" Oh, great, She thought, I'm sounding desparate. She let her shoulders fall, I am desparate...

"But...What if..." Ai trailed off, as if fearing to say what was on her mind.

"If he's...gone...I'll find the guy who did it and show him a piece of my mind! Then I'll haul his butt off to prison! I'll see to it he serves a life sentance in prison!" Ran declared, shakily. Ai nodded and left the room. She told Ran to stay put while she fetched the glasses. When she returned, she handed them to Ran.

"Whatever it takes, bring him back."

(Conan)

The hallucinations were getting worse, but the filter made the process somewhat slower. He was starting to see things now. The door to the basement opened, bathing the room with light. He stomped down the stairs and stopped in front of Conan.

"Have you learned your lesson?" His voice didn't sound right. When he grabbed Conan's wrists, his hands were scaly. It's not real, Conan repeated, like a mantra. Conan forced himself to look at Haruku's face. It was too long; it had too many teeth.

It's not real. It's not real.

"You're mine, Conan." If it's not real, Why am I so terrified?

Whew. hehee. Can you guess where I got the gas and hallucinations idea? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. I'll be working on the next chapter because I've been depriving you all. btw I would not let Conan get raped. Geez, what is your guy's problems? I love him too, y'know! Ran too the rescue!