Bloodred Senseless - Chapter 7: Much as it was
Sydney woke abruptly, the repeated pokes to her shoulder obviously doing their job. She barely blinked before she was forced to register what was going on around her. In front of her face was the barrel of a handgun, light from an unknown source bouncing off the round metal. She took a sharp breath and set her jaw. "Are you trying to make a point?" she asked the face behind the gun.
"Get out of the car. Follow me." He took a step back, making room for her on the black pavement. Sydney put a foot out of the car and realized that it was missing its shoe. She pondered playing blonde and searching for the black stiletto on the floor of the car, but someone behind her pushed her out. Her foot hit the cold ground. Two men dressed in black-one of them her orderer-were whispering a few feet away.
"Those shoes cost two-hundred dollars," she spat, exaggerating the figure hugely. "Someone is going to pay for this. And when I find out which one of you was touching me-"
"Shut up, Agent Bristow," interrupted the man who had spoken earlier. "Nothing of the sort occurred."
Sydney was shocked but refused to show it. Her bare arms shivered and she rubbed them with her hands, trying to warm them. Her hands were cold as well. The man who had pushed her out of the car gave her a coat. Judging by his bare arms, it was his. She glared at him, the only one of her three abductors that had failed to remove his ski mask. "Am I supposed to stand here all day?"
"Feel free," said another man sarcastically, but not the man who had offered her his jacket. He seemed mute.
Finally, minutes later, the two men ended their conversation and beckoned to the third. They said something to him, and he nodded, grabbing Sydney's upper arm. She tried to pull away from his grasp, but he held firm. He dragged her into a building on the other side, the two others following. A neon sign down one edge of it read simply HOTEL. "Too cheap for the Hilton?" she asked, not anticipating an answer. She didn't get one.
They arrived at a door, three stories above their car. It was painted gray, with metal numbers nailed into them. 3B. Letters in hotel rooms usually meant there were two adjoining rooms. "Is there a 3A?"
"Yes." The first man who had spoken to her. "Right next to you. I'll be there."
"Great. I'm sure you'll protect me." Her words earned her a slap across the face. She put her hand up to her cheek, it now burning and red.
"Sarcasm will get you nowhere in life." He turned the knob and gave her what was supposed to look like a gentle push. She stumbled and turned, watching them smirk. At the last second, a high heel flew through the door. Her other shoe.
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Sydney surveyed the room quickly, noticing the window with its curtains drawn and the phone beside the bed. Pulling the drapes aside, she was faced by blacked-out glass. She tried the phone, but no dial tone came out of the earpiece. She sighed, expecting no less from these captors.
She went into the bathroom. The temperature seemed unusually high, but she welcomed the heat. Fluffy towels sat on the edge of the counter, joined by a neatly folded robe. Below the counter was a miniature fridge, filled with bottled water and two gallons of milk. Now she noticed several boxes of cereal sitting beside the fridge. So they anticipated a stay of moderate time.
Left to her own devices, Sydney had nothing to do. She was tired, but no longer cold. Hanging on the wall across from the bed was a flat-screen television. The surprise of discovering such an expensive luxury did not cross her. She grabbed the remote and started channel surfing, finally landing on Headline News. The problems of others and the rest of the world began to bore her quite quickly, and she switched the channel to MTV for background noise, getting off the bed and doing a few simple stretches. She started imagining the three men were before her, just begging for a fight. Every kick, every punch was effectively blocked by all the defensive moves Sydney had ever been taught.
After working up quite a sweat, she sat back on the bed. The clothes she had chosen for the club were definitely not appropriate for being kidnapped, although she did not consider this a real kidnapping. She turned off all the lights and climbed under the sheets, pulling the comforter over her body. Convinced she was covered enough, she pulled off her clothes and tossed them over the edge of the bed, her body easily relaxing as she sank into the soft mattress.
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The door adjoining the two rooms is open, and they speak quietly despite their beliefs that she is asleep. Their conversation is mainly of her; what were they doing with her here? Sydney has no idea either.
She turned on to her left side, trying to inconspicuously hear more of their words. They ignore her. Footsteps start, quickly making their way through the open doorway. It is the third man, the one who had not spoken or removed his head covering. Upon closer examination through her squinted eyes, Sydney realizes that his head is bare. In the dark room, however, she is able to make out nothing that could trigger her memory. She sees him stand yards from her bed and watch her, his shoulders squared as she feigns even breaths. He turns around and leaves, not bothering to close the door behind him.
Sydney slips off the bed, wrapping the sheet around her. She steps up to the doorway, peering through, hoping to catch sight of the mystery man; he is right in front of her. Suddenly, he turns, as if he somehow sensed that she was now watching him. The tuck in the lip, the unruly blonde hair. She knows who it is before he speaks, but as he does he reveals himself. "Hello, Sydney."
From somewhere behind her, a single shot is fired. She feels the bullet lodge itself on the back of her right shoulder, the dark blood already staining the creamy sheet.
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it feels like it has been almost a month since i have added to this story, and i am SO sorry. but we can all gang up against my teachers for forcing me to do about four huge projects and have them all due the same day. and I, being the procrastinator that i am, have not finished them all.
i hope you all vote for me on the sd-1 fic awards. i dont expect to win or anything, and i nominated myself strictly for publicity purposes. still, please reply with your opinion on they crazy plot twists i've crammed into this chapter.
Sydney woke abruptly, the repeated pokes to her shoulder obviously doing their job. She barely blinked before she was forced to register what was going on around her. In front of her face was the barrel of a handgun, light from an unknown source bouncing off the round metal. She took a sharp breath and set her jaw. "Are you trying to make a point?" she asked the face behind the gun.
"Get out of the car. Follow me." He took a step back, making room for her on the black pavement. Sydney put a foot out of the car and realized that it was missing its shoe. She pondered playing blonde and searching for the black stiletto on the floor of the car, but someone behind her pushed her out. Her foot hit the cold ground. Two men dressed in black-one of them her orderer-were whispering a few feet away.
"Those shoes cost two-hundred dollars," she spat, exaggerating the figure hugely. "Someone is going to pay for this. And when I find out which one of you was touching me-"
"Shut up, Agent Bristow," interrupted the man who had spoken earlier. "Nothing of the sort occurred."
Sydney was shocked but refused to show it. Her bare arms shivered and she rubbed them with her hands, trying to warm them. Her hands were cold as well. The man who had pushed her out of the car gave her a coat. Judging by his bare arms, it was his. She glared at him, the only one of her three abductors that had failed to remove his ski mask. "Am I supposed to stand here all day?"
"Feel free," said another man sarcastically, but not the man who had offered her his jacket. He seemed mute.
Finally, minutes later, the two men ended their conversation and beckoned to the third. They said something to him, and he nodded, grabbing Sydney's upper arm. She tried to pull away from his grasp, but he held firm. He dragged her into a building on the other side, the two others following. A neon sign down one edge of it read simply HOTEL. "Too cheap for the Hilton?" she asked, not anticipating an answer. She didn't get one.
They arrived at a door, three stories above their car. It was painted gray, with metal numbers nailed into them. 3B. Letters in hotel rooms usually meant there were two adjoining rooms. "Is there a 3A?"
"Yes." The first man who had spoken to her. "Right next to you. I'll be there."
"Great. I'm sure you'll protect me." Her words earned her a slap across the face. She put her hand up to her cheek, it now burning and red.
"Sarcasm will get you nowhere in life." He turned the knob and gave her what was supposed to look like a gentle push. She stumbled and turned, watching them smirk. At the last second, a high heel flew through the door. Her other shoe.
-
Sydney surveyed the room quickly, noticing the window with its curtains drawn and the phone beside the bed. Pulling the drapes aside, she was faced by blacked-out glass. She tried the phone, but no dial tone came out of the earpiece. She sighed, expecting no less from these captors.
She went into the bathroom. The temperature seemed unusually high, but she welcomed the heat. Fluffy towels sat on the edge of the counter, joined by a neatly folded robe. Below the counter was a miniature fridge, filled with bottled water and two gallons of milk. Now she noticed several boxes of cereal sitting beside the fridge. So they anticipated a stay of moderate time.
Left to her own devices, Sydney had nothing to do. She was tired, but no longer cold. Hanging on the wall across from the bed was a flat-screen television. The surprise of discovering such an expensive luxury did not cross her. She grabbed the remote and started channel surfing, finally landing on Headline News. The problems of others and the rest of the world began to bore her quite quickly, and she switched the channel to MTV for background noise, getting off the bed and doing a few simple stretches. She started imagining the three men were before her, just begging for a fight. Every kick, every punch was effectively blocked by all the defensive moves Sydney had ever been taught.
After working up quite a sweat, she sat back on the bed. The clothes she had chosen for the club were definitely not appropriate for being kidnapped, although she did not consider this a real kidnapping. She turned off all the lights and climbed under the sheets, pulling the comforter over her body. Convinced she was covered enough, she pulled off her clothes and tossed them over the edge of the bed, her body easily relaxing as she sank into the soft mattress.
-
The door adjoining the two rooms is open, and they speak quietly despite their beliefs that she is asleep. Their conversation is mainly of her; what were they doing with her here? Sydney has no idea either.
She turned on to her left side, trying to inconspicuously hear more of their words. They ignore her. Footsteps start, quickly making their way through the open doorway. It is the third man, the one who had not spoken or removed his head covering. Upon closer examination through her squinted eyes, Sydney realizes that his head is bare. In the dark room, however, she is able to make out nothing that could trigger her memory. She sees him stand yards from her bed and watch her, his shoulders squared as she feigns even breaths. He turns around and leaves, not bothering to close the door behind him.
Sydney slips off the bed, wrapping the sheet around her. She steps up to the doorway, peering through, hoping to catch sight of the mystery man; he is right in front of her. Suddenly, he turns, as if he somehow sensed that she was now watching him. The tuck in the lip, the unruly blonde hair. She knows who it is before he speaks, but as he does he reveals himself. "Hello, Sydney."
From somewhere behind her, a single shot is fired. She feels the bullet lodge itself on the back of her right shoulder, the dark blood already staining the creamy sheet.
-
it feels like it has been almost a month since i have added to this story, and i am SO sorry. but we can all gang up against my teachers for forcing me to do about four huge projects and have them all due the same day. and I, being the procrastinator that i am, have not finished them all.
i hope you all vote for me on the sd-1 fic awards. i dont expect to win or anything, and i nominated myself strictly for publicity purposes. still, please reply with your opinion on they crazy plot twists i've crammed into this chapter.