Hey guys, I am sorry for the eternal wait, I just didn't really feel it in the last few weeks... I wasn't very motivated, but tonight I felt like I had to do something, cause I can't just give up on my first story... :) So enjoy chapter 10.

Warning: Character death

Andy was still extremely shaken up from the tape. She had never seen anybody being tortured, and the guy that had beaten Dov didn't really look like he was going to be softer the next time, more like the opposite. All she wanted, was to get her friend back.

But she knew, that the police is not allowed to give terrorists what they want. So the ransom wouldn't be paid, unless someone very wealthy would jump in and pay the money.

Andy sat on one of the chairs in the meeting room, deep in thought. She played through every possible way of getting the money, but none seemed really smart.

Chris ran to the toilet, not being able to hold down what he'd eaten this morning. He couldn't stand to see his friend being beaten to a bloody pulp. He bent over the bowl and retched. He vomited until nothing else was left in his stomach to be spit out. He dry heaved. His knees were shaking and weak. One hand reached up and flushed down the remains of his breakfast.

Slowly he straightened up, making a few wobbly steps towards the sinks. The taste of vomit lay on his tongue, so he bent down and let water flow into his mouth. He took a mouthful and gargled, as to get rid of the taste.

He spit out the water, the pictures of his best friend bloody and beaten in his mind. He looked into the mirror and made a promis to himself: "I will find you Dov."

Then he stormed out of the rest room.

Shortly after the beating Dov had blacked out, he hadn't been strong enough to stay awake. Now his head hung down, the blood dripping from his wounds. He looked pathetic found the boss. But he liked the sight of the man, who had destroyed it all, so broken, so weak. He knew he was far from finished with the young man. He grabbed Dovs chin and lifted his head to look at the bloody face. His lips curled into a grin. He knew very well, that the police wouldn't be able to put together the ransom.

With cold eyes he looked at the young brunette one more moment, then he let go of his face. He turned around to his goons, pulled off his mask and stared at them with an icy glare. The camera had been turned off, and he was very pissed.

They were smiling a second ago, but when they saw him, the smiles vanished. This wasn't good. He stepped towards them and out of nowhere he hit one of them with his backhand. The skin cracked open over the jawbone. It was to much of a surprise to scream.

"You idiots! He almost got away! What would you've done, if that happened?" He was shouting at the top of his lungs, louder than they had ever heard him shout. They shrunk to what seemed half their size. This wasn't going to end well.

He was growling. "Why did I even think you would be capable of doing this job?" His hand reached behind his back to pull out the gun, which he had on him at all times. Without a second of hesitation he pointed it at the one he had just backhanded and pulled the trigger. The ringing lingered in his ears after the bullet had drilled it's way through the mans skull. His eyes wide and empty he fell to the floor.

The gun swayed towards the other man, muzzle directly on his forehead. Broken nose was still in shock, but he pleaded immediately: "Please! Give me another chance. Please, I am so sorry, I swear, I won't let him get away again!"

The man loved the pleading, desperate look on his employees face. He liked to see people afraid, scared. He liked to be the one on top, be the one giving the orders. He smiled, lowered the gun and said sweetly: "No you won't." He aimed for his foot and another shot rang through the room. The man screamed from the pain in his foot. The pain was immense, the bullet had shattered the little bones. He fell over panting.

The boss crouched down, enjoying the fear and the pain in the bleeding mans eyes. He looked at him squirming and panting for a moment, then he said sarcastically: "Thank you so much for your loyal services. But I don't need you anymore." For the first time the smile reached his eyes, and the icy blue came to life. There was a spark and a joy so malicious, it was pure evil. Slowly he put the muzzle against the mans forehead, smiled one last time and pulled the trigger. To see the life leave his eyes was something beautiful, that he would never be able to see anywhere else. To take a mans life was cleansing.

He stood, turned around to the unconcious young man in the chair, then he took out his phone. He called for new people, he couldn't and wouldn't finish this alone. But this time he wouldn't make the mistake to take the inexpierenced men. After the call he walked over to the camera and took out the tape. "15 Division, here comes your little surprise."

Filled with anticipation he walked over to the officer once again. "This is only the start. And you will wish you would have blown up back in that house." He patted Dovs cheek and walked out of the room.

Blackness surrounded him, it was like swimming in thick cement, he couldn't move, all his limbs felt so heavy, like they were made of lead. He was so tired, his whole body ached, it throbbed with his heartbeat. Nothing was important at that moment. Suddenly a light fell onto his face. No, he didn't want to leave this place, he knew somewhere deep inside, that it wasn't good here, but where the light came from it would be a thousand times worse. He tried to hold on to the blackness around him, but the light was like a magnet pulling him away.

He slowly opened his eyes, knowing he wasn't going to like what he was about to see. At first the light was too bright for him, he closed his eyes again. After a few moments of habituation he opened them. He didn't remember what had happened, but the moment he saw the room he was in, all the memories and the pain flooded back. It came so unexpected and by surprise, that he gasped when he felt his ribs bruised and bloody. He was back in his room, with the bright light, the handcuffs were back on his wrists, tighter than ever, chafing his them bloody. So were the shackles around his ankles.

He was lying on the floor, the cold cement let him shiver, what led to him gasping from the pain shooting through his entire body. With a lot of effort, pain and sweat he got himself into a sitting position from where he could observe the door. The last thing he wanted, was to be taken by surprise again.

Bringing his hands to his face, he asked himself how long he'd already been here. Before he had hoped that he would wake up, that it was all just a bad dream, but it wasn't. He bit down on his chapped lip, looking around. He saw a bottle of water and a few granola bars lying to his left. Just now he realised how thirsty he actually was. He grabbed the bottle, ignoring the pain caused in his chest, and drank half of it.

One of the granola bars served as his snack, but he wasn't really hungry, so he left the others. After he finished he looked down on himself. His sweater had been removed, just his navy blue shirt remained, and his jeans. They had even taken his shoes and socks.

He shook his head, losing himself in his desperation. Did the others even know he was gone? And if they did, because of the tape, why weren't they here yet? The pain took its toll on Dov, he was exhausted and he had no idea what was yet expecting him. A tear rolled down his cheek, lonesome. Like Dov.

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