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Sneak Peek: FRACTURED

Draco Malfoy screamed an unholy scream as he slammed the iron candlestick onto the back of his captor's head. As a result, Dirk Creswell slid onto the floor from his desk, grabbing hold of Draco's badly broken leg. Draco could feel his fingers grasping at his severed Achille tendon. He didn't cry out in pain; he was too determined for that.

"YOU LITTLE BASTARD! When I'm finished with you there won't be anything left for your father to bury! I'LL TEAR YOU APART!"

Draco didn't reply; he clawed at Creswell's face, continued beating him with the candle stick, and gasped for breath all at the same time from the floor. The older man's struggling ceased quickly, but Draco knew he was only unconscious. He would wake soon and come after him again. He began to drag himself across the floor, using the bloody hands to pull forward. Then he heard it; the panicked yells from his father.

"GET OUT DRACO! GET UP AND RUN!"

He only glanced behind him to see where the voice came from and found the source. On the desk was a computer, and on the screen was his father, still yelling for him to save himself. A quick study revealed that Creswell had been demanding a ransom, so the only place his father could was a police station. More specifically, Officer Ledger's office in the Wiltshire police station. His eyes widened as a brilliant idea popped into his head.

Oh my God! I know that number. I can tell them that I've been taken to Dr. Prichard's mansion in Crown Ridge.

He didn't hesitate a moment longer. Draco Malfoy nearly bit clean through his lip as he dragged himself to his feet. The broken leg shook under him but he proceeded to limp as quickly as was physically possible out of that horrible office. Corridor after corridor was passed. His breathing became raspy and labored. He was having an asthma attack and he knew it. But he couldn't stop; the phone was in the kitchen and he was so close. He passed two more doors before finally coming to the staircase. He tried to descend carefully, but his broken, bloody leg seemed to be on fire.

God! I don't care. I don't care. I'm almost there!

Ragged breath, searing pain.

I DON'T CARE.

Limping across the dining hall. His steps sound strange. First the sound of a brand new NIKE tennis shoe contacting the tile, then the sickening squeak of the bloody foot dragging. His middle finger on the left hand is turning black and bent at an odd angle; it's badly broken from the struggle upstairs.

I DON'T CARE. I DON'T CARE. I DON'T….The kitchen.

He pauses only for a second and then darts for the phone on the wall by the sink, grunting in pain the entire way. He leans on the sink and snatches the receiver, typing into it madly. He pauses and listens for the ring.

Silence…..

And then, the buzz.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

It rings once and only once before the other line picks up and he hears a voice that sounds much like his own.

"Why haven't you escaped? Get the hell out of there!"

Draco Malfoy breaks down when he hears his father's voice. The tears fall down his face and sobs wreck his body as he slumps over the sink and vomits. He tries form words and calm down.

"He-h-h-h-he's k-k-k-keep-keeping meeeeee h-h-h-he-here!"

"Where Draco?"

"In t-t-t-th-th-the do-d-d-doc-docter's- OH GOD! GET OFF OF ME!"

Creswell grabs Draco by the hair and yanks him away from the phone; it clanks onto the floor but doesn't disconnect.

X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X

Lucius Malfoy doesn't react. He stares blankly with the phone still held to his ear at the screen on Ledger's desk as it plays the struggle from one of the house's many security cameras.

X—X-X-X-X-X-X-X

Draco and Creswell are both screaming bloody murder. With one hand ripping at Draco's hair and the other locked around his waist, Creswell jerks him away from the phone on the tile floor.

"LET GO OF ME! SICK BASTARD! YOU FUCKER! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

"Shut up you stupid brat." He yells back at Draco before removing his hand from the bloody blonde hair and slamming it over Draco's mouth and nose.

Can't….. breathe…..

He goes limp, his blonde head falling onto Creswell's shoulder. The older man sighed in relief. Draco appeared to have passed out.

He appeared to anyway…..

Wincing slightly, he dragged Draco's unconscious form towards the kitchen's exit, right past the knife container.

Big mistake….

"AAAUUGHHH! YOU SON OF A-"

In one swift motion, Draco bit down on Creswell's huge hand, grabbed the largest knife he saw and swung it into his shoulder. He gasped in agony and clutched at the butcher knife protruding from his shoulder. He collapsed and Draco made a break for it. Creswell was rummaging through a cabinet from the floor when he turned the corner but HE DIDN'T CARE. The huge oak doors were just down the hall and he was going to charge through them and into the neighborhood to find help. Ten steps away he tripped and fell. It didn't stop him. Draco, breathing heavily and beginning to panic crawled the rest of the way there, moaning in pain.

Don't stop….. almost there.

With tremendous effort he stretched up from the floor and grasped the doorknob with a bloody hand. He smirks triumphantly as he turns the knob.

LOCKED.

His heart sinks.

The smile disappears.

His hand drops from the doorknob.

Draco turns away from the huge door just in time to see a frying pan come at his face.

He feels his nose break and the blood that fills his mouth drips onto the shiny floor tiles. His head throbs dully and already he can feel his forehead swelling into a knot where Creswell hit him. He rolls his head to the side and glares at his kidnapper before his vision blurs over and sleep consumes him.

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