Chapter Four: Crazy
'You're crazy!' Abby yelled melodramatically when she finally woke up again, to find Ian standing over her in a sort of cell type room, with bars on the windows and a metal door. 'You know how many people will be looking for me? Heaps! There's my family, all of my friends, the people who I work for and my next door neighbours, just to say a few. I'm very popular, you know!'
Despite himself, Ian was interested. 'Who do you work for?'
'Why do you want to know?' Abby shot back.
'Well, you could be working for the FBI or the CIA and then I would have to shoot you.' He was only half joking.
'I'm a singing teacher.' Abby growled, hating Ian more and more every second. Her shoelaces had been taken out of her shoes and anything sharp as well as her cell phone had also been taken. 'Why are you keeping me here?'
'You seem to know everything, and it could be useful to us.' Was his simple answer.
'But I don't know everything! I was lying! I can't see the future! I can't tell you everything; you may as well let me go! I'm of no use to you!
'Considering your little stunt back at The Charlotte I would have to say you are lying now. I can only assume you are saying that because you don't want to help us find the declaration. That's fine - we'll get it out of you somehow.'
He opened the door.
'How?'
Ian smirked. 'We have our methods.'
'That's stupid!' She tried to rush at the open door, but as she did she felt strong arms grab her around her waist and lift her up. 'Oh no, you don't!' Ian yelled as she struggled to get out of his grip. 'Let me GO!!' She yelled louder, twisting and turning and trying to cause him pain so that he would let go. While he was holding her up off the ground, he stumbled towards the door and kicked it shut with one foot. Who said men couldn't multi task?
He released her. She immediately turned around and tried to throw her hardest punch at his jawbone, but he grabbed her wrist in mid-air. 'That's not very nice.' He smirked.
'Neither are you.'
'Is that supposed to be and insult?' Ian just smirked more. In response, Abby swung at him again, and this one found its mark. 'Oof.' Ian goes, landing on his backside. He could tell he was going to have a bruise in the morning. 'Oh Yes!!' Abby yelled. 'That felt good – to finally get to hurt you-' but Ian found his gun and pointed it at her. 'Do you want me to hurt you?' He said in a threatening tone. Abby was silent. 'Good.'
Ian turned to leave. 'We're keeping you here until we figure out what to do with you, after we've got the Declaration.' He said, his voice carrying down the hall as he opened the door once again. Abby made no move. He paused, as if unsure of what to say. 'Don't do anything stupid.' He said finally, and then he was gone. Abby didn't even give herself time to appreciate the Jack Sparrow quote before she started yelling.
'Hey, wait! You can't just leave me here!! Lemme out! ' She yelled, banging her fists on the door. Ian heard her and spoke from the other side of the door. 'Sure we can.' He said calmly. She heard his footsteps fading. 'I didn't do anything wrong! LET-ME-OUT!!' But it was no good. The footsteps were gone. No one was coming.
'Where's Abby?' Was Riley's first question.
'I dunno.' Ben answered. 'But I think I saw Ian had her over his shoulder like a rag doll. No doubt she's captive somewhere…'
Riley muttered loudly something unprintable.
Ben looked at his snow-covered compass 'There's an Inuit village about nine miles east of here - It's popular with bush pilots.' He said.
'Alright…' Riley said. 'Then what're we gonna do?'
'Make our way back home.' Ben said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 'No… I meant about Ian. He's gonna steal The Declaration of Independence, man.' Riley puffed. Ben turned and looked his friend straight in the eye.
'We stop him.'
It was about two days later and Abby was much calmer now, once she realized she was not getting out… And getting bored. She was also worried about Ben and Riley. After a while she realized she couldn't calm her nerves, so she started to sing. She loved to sing, and her mother had always sung to her when she was younger, when she was crying or scared. Now it had become a habit that when she was stressed in any way, she would sing to herself. She just found it soothing.
--
Ian was coming down to Abby's room to see if she was hungry, because a prisoner was not a prisoner if they starved to death. He brought a key up to the lock, and paused. He could hear something from inside the room, although he couldn't be sure what it was. What was that crazy girl doing? He pressed an ear against the cold metallic door. It took a moment to recognize the sound; he hadn't heard it in so long. Was she… Singing?
Her voice was entrancing. He leant against the doorframe, listening.
--
Abby had chosen a song from one of her favorite artists: Kelly Clarkson.
It was called "Hear Me". It just seemed kind of fitting. She just hoped her mother could somehow hear her. She began to sing softly:
'Hear
me, hear me
You gotta be out there
You gotta be
somewhere
Wherever you are
I'm waiting
Oh
'Cause
there are these nights when
I sing myself to sleep
And I'm
hoping my dreams bring
You close to me
Are you
listening?
Hear me I'm crying out
I'm ready now
Turn
my world upside down
Find me
I'm lost inside the crowd
It's
getting loud
I need you to see
I'm screaming for you to please
Hear me
Can you hear me?
Hear me, oh, oh
I
used to be scared of
Letting someone in
But it gets so
lonely
Being on my own
With no one to talk to
And no one to
hold me
I'm not always strong
Oh, I need you here
Are you
listening?
Hear me I'm crying out
I'm ready now
Turn
my world upside down
Find me
I'm lost inside the crowd
It's
getting loud
I need you to see
I'm screaming for you to please
Hear me
I'm restless and wild
I fall but I
try
I need someone to understand
Can you hear me?
I'm lost
in my thoughts
And baby I've fought
For all that I've got
Can
you hear me?
Hear me I'm crying out
I'm ready now
Turn my world upside down
Find me
I'm lost inside the
crowd
It's getting loud
I need you to see
I'm screaming for
you to please
Hear me
Hear me, hear me
Hear
me
Can you hear me?
Hear me, hear me
Hear me
Can you
hear me?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hear me, hear me
Hear me
By the time she had finished the song, Abby had tears rolling down her cheeks. Ian burst in right after she had finished the last note, his jaw line bright purple where Abby had punched him. It had been obvious to her he was there: she had heard his footsteps and the keys jingling. When he saw her, he had to fight the strong urge to hug her and tell her everything was going to be okay, even though it wasn't the truth. He felt extremely sorry for this girl, without knowing why.
'Are you okay?' He asked, closing the door behind him but not locking it.
Her stare was like poison. 'What do you think, I'm a hostage!' She said, remembering Patrick's line. She sniffed. 'What do you care?'
Ian sighed and sat down next to her. She wiped her tears away and glared at him suspiciously. 'Why are you here? You said you were going to leave me alone till you figured out what to do with me.'
Ian ducked the question, instead asking one of his own.
'What was that?'
'What?'
'That… Singing?'
'I told you I was a singing teacher,' she shrugged. 'I sing when i'm stressed.'
'You're stressed?'
Abby rolled her eyes inwardly. Geez, this guy was clueless. 'NO,' She said with over-exaggerated sarcasm. 'I so enjoy being your hostage.'
Ian almost laughed at that. 'Alright, alright.' He got up and was heading for the door when he heard Abby behind him.
'Are you going to kill me?'
The atmosphere of the room had changed from light and almost humorous to icy. Her voice was anxious and scared. He turned at looked at her.
'We will not hurt you.' He sounded more definite then he felt. He just hoped it was true. Without waiting for an answer, he turned and opened the door, stepped through and locked it again. While he was walking down the hallway, he heard her start singing again. He smiled sadly.
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