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Anyways, here it is! Chapter Seven!
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"Autumn, please wake up!" Sarah pleaded as she shook the almost ten year old. She bit her lip as Autumn's head just lolled back and forth, in motion with her feeble attempts to wake the younger girl. Sarah could see Autumn's eyes darting back and forth under her closed lids, deep in a nightmare.
/Everything looked blurry, like I had on strong glasses that I didn't need. Yet everything seemed clear and sharp, like I was on an adrenaline boost. I had been having a lot of those lately.
I could see Mom standing in front of me. She looked so happy, like the day I had finished my first chapter book or had gotten first place in the field day water balloon toss. Someone was walking up behind her. As they came closer, I could make out specific details.
Special Agent McGee, aka, Dad.
He put a hand on her shoulder and smiled at me, too; just as happy as Mom. I could see his mouth moving, but couldn't hear what he said.
"What?" I asked. He frowned and his mouth moved again, but no sound came out. "I can't hear you!" I cried, starting to panic. Mom started talking too, but I couldn't hear either of them. I ran towards them, desperate to hear what they were saying, but it felt like I was running in waist deep mud.
"Mom! No, don't go!" I screamed as they started to fade away. "Don't leave me here!"
"Please don't let me die!" I cried as they disappeared completely. /
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McGee felt sick. Tony had just told him the news. Somebody had drugged his daughter, his little girl.
And one of the possible side-effects was death.
Not to mention that Madison had been in this creep's hands for several hours now, almost a full day. Sarah was prisoner, too. Who knows what horrible things had happened to them.
It's called a date rape drug for a reason, a snide little voice in his head hissed. No, he was not going to continue that train of thought. Thoughts like that would drive him crazy, and Madison, Autumn and Sarah needed him at his best.
Because Timothy McGee planned on rescuing his girls, all in one piece. No one was going to die.
Well, except maybe the bastard who had done this. But that was different.
That guy deserved to die.
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Madison whimpered pathetically as yet another wave of pain crashed into her. Her captor laughed coldly at her pain and pulled out a switchblade.
"I think I'll go visit your daughter as soon as your finished." He laughed again and waved the blade in front of her face. "What should I do to her? Maybe slit her throat? Puncture a main artery? Or just stab her in something vital?"
"Keep your filthy hands off my daugh - arrgh!" Madison was cut off as the worst pain yet rolled through her. He laughed coldly once more.
"You won't last long. I think I'll stick around until you're finished before I go see the other two."
"T-two?" she said weakly, gasping for air after the pain attack.
"Your daughter…and young Miss McGee. Sarah, her driver's license said. Agent McGee's sister, perhaps?" he asked mockingly.
"Sarah…" Madison whispered. They had never met, but Tim had told her a lot about his little sister.
"Let them go!" she pleaded, rising to her knees, "Let Sarah and Autumn go, keep me if you must, but free them!"
"I think not." He hissed, angling his blade so that it caught the weak light and flashed sliver. "I do love hearing the screams of young girls."
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/Alone. I was alone now. Just me and the swirling, blue-gray mist that obscured my surroundings.
"You're never alone, dearie."
I spun around at the achingly familiar voice. Though Grace had died over two years ago, I'd recognize her voice anywhere.
My mom's parents had died before I was born in a car crash, and I obviously never knew my dad's parents, so I had 'adopted' a grandmother in the form of Grace, our kindly old neighbor who had no children.
"Grace!" I half sobbed, half laughed as I ran towards her. Her brownish gray hair fell about her shoulders, as it always had, and she wore the super soft blue sweater I had always loved.
"Oh, sweetie," she murmured as she embraced me in a big hug. I smelled apples. Grace had loved apples and somehow always had some around, even in the off season. But she wasn't warm and soft. She was cold and smooth feeling, like I was hugging a glass statue of her.
"What's wrong?" I asked pulling away and frowning.
"Sweetie, I'm dead." She smiled at me. But I knew that. Unlike my parents, though, Grace was becoming clearer. I could see the color of her eyes now, a deep, chocolate brown.
"How come I can see you better?"
She smiled sadly. "Because, dearie, you're becoming closer to me."
Her meaning was suddenly clear. "You mean, I'm…dying? /
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Shout Outs!
Meilea2010 – not yet, they just needed her knocked out for a bit. Obviously, the bad guys got more then they wanted! Glad you liked chapter 6, hope this pleased you!
starjems88 – well, here you go, no more waiting for chapter 7! 8, however, is another story on the waiting topic.
hippiechick19 – yeah, I held off on the effects of the drugs for a while because the plot asked for it. But here's the update you wanted!
WWE-Little-Angel – hope you liked!
Gemstone121 – your welcome, always happy to help! Hope you liked the chapter!
MuseUrania – yes, yes they do. But will they get it? That is the question!
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