Road Rage
Chapter Nine
I'm so happy Eric didn't die!
DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN CSI: MIAMI.
Claire slowly opened her eyes. She found she was still chained up to the ceiling. Her heart skipped a beat when she thought about Ryan. A sigh escaped her when she saw him sill in the room next to her. The only person missing was Adrian. He wasn't anywhere to be found.
Claire scanned the room for cameras- the last thing she wanted to see. If Adrian knew she was awake, he'd come back and torture them some more. There wasn't any flashing red lights in any of the dark corners. That didn't mean there weren't any. With today's technology, it would be hard to tell if there were any. All she could do was hope she was paranoid.
This goes way beyond paranoid. The time for that was back at the club, she thought. This is the time for panic and for wishing I hadn't gotten rid of my bodyguard. He could have come in handy. And now because I had to be an idiot, Ryan's probably going to die. Not your best move, Claire.
Minutes went by and it seemed like hours. Adrian never returned.
Maybe he didn't put a camera in this room.
Claire shook that thought away
He doesn't seem like the type of the guy to do that. Or he's too confident that we'll be stuck here.
Beyond the shadows did lay a camera. Adrian was in fact watching them. Waiting for their next move. See their escape fail. Let them think they could get out. That he forgot them. They can build up their empire and Adrian will just tear it down.
"I'm very curious to see the plan." he chuckled.
He thought it'd be more fun to torment them with their strength up. Well… more fun for him.
"Ryan… Ryan!" Claire called over and over, getting no response.
She was beginning to get frustrated. If only she could kick him. The light bulb inside her head turned on.
That's not a bad idea.
She couldn't reach him without swinging. When she got good momentum, she gave him a good, hard kick in the leg. He let out a low groan.
"Ryan? Are you awake now?" Claire asked.
"Why'd you kick me?" Ryan was still groaning.
"You weren't moving and I couldn't get a response from calling your name. At least kicking, you groaned."
While still swinging the rusty chains began to creak. Claire looked up at the breaking chain. A few forceful tugs and the shackles broke, some rusty metal cutting her hand. Startled from the unexpected breaking, Claire fell to the floor with a soft thud. Her back felt like it was on fire from landing on the cuts. She let out a small yelp.
"Wasn't expecting that." she muttered.
She stood up and walked over to Ryan. His shackles looked just as rusty. She grabbed the chain and put all her weight on it. This time she was ready for the snap.
Claire steadied Ryan before he could fall.
"You alright?" she asked.
"Not really."
Adrian clapped as he watched the TV. "Well done. Now the fun can start again."
He chuckled. He got out of his chair and headed for the door. As he exited the room, he pulled out his gun, cocking it, and heading it down the hall.