Hatred
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Chapter 10
Her eyes pops open in alert. There is somebody in the room. She can feel it. She can hear them move. She sits up suddenly and she has to support herself on her arms as dizziness takes over her. As she is blinking to chase away that unexpected feeling, she can see bright colorful dots dancing in front of her in the darkness and she finds it quite amusing. As she tilts her head watching them, she thinks that life would be so much funnier if people could see such little cute dots all the time.
She wants to show them to Derek so she reaches out and grabs his arm… then she doesn't know anymore what she wanted to do with her arm. But she finds it slightly disturbing that it feels heavy… but it's not so disturbing that the fact that the little colorful dots are fading away… she feels upset about it… they are so much fun.
Then it's dark again.
She hears movements around her but can't really see anything. Then she opens her eyes. She still can't see anything. A tiny little voice somewhere deep in her mind says that something is very wrong.
She finds herself lying on the bed unable to move. She hears things in the distance but can't really place them… she can't really place herself, either. Where is she? And where are the bright dancing dots?
She hears somebody. Yes. And that somebody isn't alone. And again, that disturbing feeling is back again. But she can't really think. She doesn't really want to think. It's quite a funny place where she is at the moment… even though the dancing dots are gone… and she doesn't know where she is… but it's definitely funny to be there.
But that feeling is there and it forces her to think. So she tries to think… and she remembers Derek. She can hear him. But he isn't speaking to her… he is… struggling… with the somebody… because one needs somebody to struggle with… and she could here somebody… right?
She begins to panic when it fully dawns on her foggy mind that something is clearly wrong. She tries to move but she can't. She feels heavy. Finally she manages to move her head. It's just a couple of millimeters but it's enough for her to spot two figures in the dark.
Derek is fighting with somebody… and Emily is fighting with herself. Strangely, the sudden sense of danger kicks her mind back to work. She has to help Derek… she has to move… she has to find out something… it's quite unlikely that she can jump the attacker… the gun… she doesn't know where this idea came from… under Derek's pillow… but it seems a fairly good idea…
If only she could move her arm…
She gathers all of her strength, both mental and physical, and tries to concentrate on her quite uncooperative limb. First she finds her fingers. That's good. Now she is sure that she can do it. She just has to concentrate…
Then she feels metal in her unsteady hand and then there is a shot… It's so loud that she winces… she feels herself drifting… she fights it… she wants to stay awake… she wants to ask Derek if he is alright…
…then everything becomes dark…
When she opens her eyes, she can feel the bed moving under her… then it stops… she tries to move… she can't… she is drifting off…
…she is blinking slowly… everything seems blurry… and her bed disappeared… she blinks once again… she can see blue… ice-cold blue… she shivers…
Her eyes popped open suddenly and she winced in pain.
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JJ was standing by the window watching the world go on its usual course. She was so tired that she could feel it even in her limbs. But she was alert. Heavy limbs or not, she just couldn't sit in one place. Her mind was too worked up to be still.
Fortunately Morgan was out of surgery and the doctor told her that he would be alright. But somehow JJ doubted it. If they didn't manage to find Emily, she doubted that Morgan would be alright ever. She didn't know what was between her two friends but she knew them well enough to know that they wouldn't have gone into a relationship of any kind if they hadn't feel something deep for each other.
She sighed sadly. How could somebody have done this to them?
She heard Morgan stir so she turned and went to stand next to his bed. He mumbled something before he opened his eyes but JJ couldn't be sure what. As he tried to focus his hazy vision on JJ's face, she smiled at him reassuringly and happy to see him awake.
"Hey!" She said gently.
"Emily?" He asked his eyes still not focused enough.
"No." JJ answered. "It's me. JJ."
It took him for a while but finally he managed to process the meaning of the words.
"JJ." He said wincing in pain or just trying to stay focused. "Emily?" He asked again. "She… she was… there… with me."
"We know. But…" She knew that Morgan must have known it already but it didn't make it easier to tell him that they didn't know where his girlfriend was. She took a deep breath. "We are looking for her, Derek. We'll find her." She tried to reassure both Morgan and herself.
Morgan looked away and JJ was taken aback when she saw a tear drop running down his face. She had never seen him like that before. She felt her eyes become watery, too, and she quickly grabbed his hand.
"Look at me, Derek!" She told him and slowly he obeyed. She looked into his eyes and gathered all of her optimism and confidence. "We will find her and we will bring her back." And while Morgan was drifting off to a restless sleep, she silently prayed that she had not just told a lie.
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"Derek?" Emily felt disoriented and strangely weak as she woke up in alarm. She didn't quite know why she had woken up in the middle of the night and she felt inexplicably uneasy about it. "Derek?" She tried again when she hadn't got any answers, but there was only silence again. Deadly silence…
…then it hit her. She wasn't in the hotel room anymore and the gravity of her situation made her alert at once.
That and the fact that she was shivering with cold.
She slowly took in her surrounding as much as she could in the dark with her still not completely clear mind. It wasn't a difficult task. She was in a windowless dark room tied up with a chain which made her wrists hurt like hell, she realized. Her knees were aching, too, because of her position on the hard floor. It was cold and dump, her shorts and tank-top did little to keep her warm.
And now it was not only the cold which made her shiver. She felt tears fill her eyes and flow down on her cheeks. She was frightened. Suddenly she felt lost and hopeless. Alone. She argued that the team would find her… that Morgan would not stop till she was back with him… that everything would be alright… Then she stopped suddenly, only the shivering persisting. Derek… She had a fairly good guess where she was and that meant that Derek had been already dead… She felt the tears choking her and she cried out in despair. Derek was dead and the team would not come, simply because they didn't know who they should come after… she was left alone to face her death in the dark…
Then she heard movements and a pair of ice cold blue eyes appeared in front of her blurry vision. She remembered those eyes but now they were different… They were filled with pure hatred.
She shivered but she didn't cry anymore. No. He didn't deserve to see her like that. She straightened in her position on the floor, effectively kneeling in front of the dark figure but she was staring at him with defiance… She would be strong…
…then a sharp wave of pain ran through her body as the whip made contact with her back…
TBC
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