Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people mentioned in this story, I'm just
"borrowing" them.
A/N: This idea is totally mine, made up of almost nothing. However, the set- up on chapters is like the TV show, 24. Each chapter will represent one hour in one day. Thanks for being patient with me about my break I had to take. I really appreciate it.
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2:00-3:00AM
**2:00** The scream that sounded through the house was one from....Hunter. Steph had managed to hit him in the crotch with the skillet, temporarily distracting him. She took off for the kitchen again to check on Chris.
"Chris wake up!!" she yelled at him, and started to pat his face with her hand. She ran some water from the faucet in the sink and took the spray attachment to spray him in the face with. She never made it to Chris.
**2:03** Hunter stormed in and grabbed her before she could do anything else to try and revive Chris.
"Chris!!" She screamed before Hunter slapped his hand over her mouth, and carried her outside. Chris remained motionless on the floor.
Hunter carried her through the house as she squirmed to get away from him. When he got to the front door, he threw her down on the pavement and slammed the door. Steph tried to stumble to her feet, but Hunter grabbed her again and carried her to his car. His car, which was a 1978 Chevy Camero, looked like a piece of crap, and wasn't very reliable as far as starting it went.
**2:06** Hunter opened the passenger door to the car and threw Steph in. He slammed the door and walked around to the other side. He got in and grabbed the rope he had in the backseat. Steph was just sitting still now, because she knew it was useless to fight and if she fought anymore, she would get hurt bad, or killed. Most likely she would receive the latter.
She sat still while he stuck the key in the ignition and tried to start the car. As luck would have it, that car began to start up, but the sputtered and died. Hunter tried it again, and there was nothing; his car was dead.
Hunter sighed outwardly. He was having a hell of a time trying to carry out this plan. He wondered why that person wanted Chris and Steph dead anyways. He wasn't going to argue with them, though.
Hunter knew just how to pass the time until Chris came looking anyways. He glanced at Stephanie and smiled.
**2:18** Chris blinked his eyes open slowly. He had the biggest headache on the face of the planet. He stared at the ceiling and tried to figure out what happened. He and Steph had been trying to-
Stephanie.
His mind screamed at him that he needed to find her. Chris tried to sit up, and found that headache was also armed with a horrible case of dizziness. He sat up for a little bit and then made it to his feet. He saw the spray hose from the sink was hanging in front of the cabinet.
"I would've never thought of that," He mumbled to himself. He figured that Stephanie had tried to revive him, but never got that far. Chris stumbled into the living room, and saw that there was a car in the driveway. It sure as hell wasn't his car.
"Hunter." He said, to himself. He peered through the window to look at the car and it looked like there was only one person in the car.
**2:23** "Yes, Chris, what do you wish?" Hunter asked from behind him. Chris heard the gun click as the safety was taken off. He blinked slowly, inwardly cursing himself for being so foolish.
"You see Chris, it's not just Steph that I'm after. You're on the list, too. I've got no idea what you did to this person, but they want you dead, and I'm going to help them out." Hunter said. "Now, get on your knees, and put your hands in the air."
Chris bit his tongue to keep from saying something smart back to Hunter, and slowly fell to his knees. He felt the gun barrel being pressed against the back of his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to think of something he could do to get Hunter away from him and buy some time.
"I shall truly enjoy killing you, Chris." Hunter sneered.
"Well, I'm glad I could make you so happy, Hunter. Hope you have a lot of fun." Chris said. He was praying to God that anything, a phone call, a knock on the door, a lightening bolt, anything that would give him time to get away from Hunter. It wasn't working real well right now.
"I'll tell Stephanie you said goodbye, before I kill her. Don't worry Chris, you'll both be together very, very soon."
"Sure I will, Hunter." Chris said.
"Are you calling me a liar?"
"Hmm, it would sound that way, wouldn't it?" Chris retorted.
"That's it, Chris. You just earned yourself a more painful death." Hunter said. Chris rolled his eyes.
**2:32** "Oh, geez, are you going to rip out my toenails? Oh, I know!! You're going to rip my hair out, strand by strand until I talk, right? Or, better yet, you're going to rig up a laser beam that will slice me in half like James Bond? Please indulge me on you 'horrible' death Hunter, I really do need a laugh today." Chris laughed back to him. Hunter hit him in the back of the head with the butt of the gun.
"I'm going to make you scream for mercy, Chris. When you wish you were dead, I'm going to beat you some more. You'll be begging me to kill you by the time I'm done." Hunter growled to him. He then kicked Chris in the stomach.
"Sounds like a typical response from you Triple-Nose." Chris said, barely managing to spit the words out. Hunter continually kicked him in the stomach, until Chris was spitting blood with his remarks.
"You're making it harder on yourself, Chris. Just shut up and take it. You're life will be much easier if you do. Well, what's left of your life." Chris coughed and glared at Hunter. No way was he going to go down quietly.
"Don't'cha know you'll never learn nothing if you don't learn it the hard way?" Chris spat at him. Hunter responded by kicking him in the shoulder.
"Are you this person's little toy, Hunter?" he asked. Hunter kicked him in the shoulder again. He was wearing steel-toe boots, so the pain was about twice as bad as it normally would've been.
"I think that this person is just playing with your mind, Hunter." He said again, trying to play some mind games with him. It wasn't working out too well. After all, Hunter has no mind.
Hunter kicked him hard in the chest. Chris' face etched total pain. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and started to curl into a half- fetal position.
**2:40** Hunter moved Chris back onto his back with his boot and Then stomped on his chest some more.
Chris no longer felt the pain of his headache. His chest was taking a lot of damage and his stomach already hurt. He was coughing blood like it was spit, and he was having trouble getting enough air. Hunter continued to kick Chris in the stomach and chest areas.
Chris felt a drop of water trail down his face. He couldn't remember if it was sweat or a tear from squinting his eyes so much. He was about to lose consciousness and he was struggling to not cry out. He briefly felt some cold air around him.
All of sudden, Hunter's foot was no longer at his chest. The new pain wasn't there. Chris winced and opened his eyes to see Stephanie looking at him.
"Wh-what...are...how?" Chris breathed. Steph smiled a little and pushed a stray strand of hair out of his face. Her hand was cool against the bruises that were going to form.
"It'll be all right, Chris." She reassured him. He saw the figure of Hunter begin to get up. Chris slowly stumbled to his feet, pushed Steph out of the way, and tackled Hunter to the ground. He had no strength to do anything else.
**2:50** Steph grabbed the skillet once again and pummeled Hunter in the head with it. It knocked him out cold. Chris and Steph managed to drag him outside the door and tie him up. They left him outside because, well, Chris lived in one of the rural parts of New York. Not New York City, just the plain old state of New York. Nobody would see him, anyways. They slammed the door and bolted it shut.
"Let me get you an ice pack," Steph said before walking into the kitchen. Chris leaned up against the door. He still felt as if he was going to pass out, but now his headache was back, and it was making him seriously distort shapes.
He blinked his eyes repeatedly, and tried to clear his vision, but it just wouldn't clear. He saw Steph come out of the kitchen with the ice pack, and a second later he felt the ice on his head. He never thought that he'd be so happy to feel the unwelcoming cold of an ice cube on his head.
"How did you get out?" he asked, his words coming out slow and slurred together.
"It doesn't matter-" she started, but he cut her off. His frame of mind was coming back to him.
"It does matter, what did he do to you?"
"I'm not going to tell you, Chris." She said, before helping him stand.
"Why won't you tell me, don't you trust me?"
"Of course I do, but-"
"But what, Steph? Huh? Tell me!" He yelled angrily If she dropped her arm, he would be in some serious trouble because he had no sense of balance again yet.
"You'd have a huge rage thing like you're doing right now!" She yelled at him. Steph took her arm away from him, to explain her point with her hands. Chris fell to his knees again. The TV was still on from when they had proposed to play truth or dare, the mute was on, but he could guess what they were saying. He didn't know what to do; he was in shock.
**2:59** The picture on the screen said it all.
"What is it, Chris?" Steph asked, getting concerned.
"That's my parents' house." He mumbled.
**3:00**
A/N: This idea is totally mine, made up of almost nothing. However, the set- up on chapters is like the TV show, 24. Each chapter will represent one hour in one day. Thanks for being patient with me about my break I had to take. I really appreciate it.
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2:00-3:00AM
**2:00** The scream that sounded through the house was one from....Hunter. Steph had managed to hit him in the crotch with the skillet, temporarily distracting him. She took off for the kitchen again to check on Chris.
"Chris wake up!!" she yelled at him, and started to pat his face with her hand. She ran some water from the faucet in the sink and took the spray attachment to spray him in the face with. She never made it to Chris.
**2:03** Hunter stormed in and grabbed her before she could do anything else to try and revive Chris.
"Chris!!" She screamed before Hunter slapped his hand over her mouth, and carried her outside. Chris remained motionless on the floor.
Hunter carried her through the house as she squirmed to get away from him. When he got to the front door, he threw her down on the pavement and slammed the door. Steph tried to stumble to her feet, but Hunter grabbed her again and carried her to his car. His car, which was a 1978 Chevy Camero, looked like a piece of crap, and wasn't very reliable as far as starting it went.
**2:06** Hunter opened the passenger door to the car and threw Steph in. He slammed the door and walked around to the other side. He got in and grabbed the rope he had in the backseat. Steph was just sitting still now, because she knew it was useless to fight and if she fought anymore, she would get hurt bad, or killed. Most likely she would receive the latter.
She sat still while he stuck the key in the ignition and tried to start the car. As luck would have it, that car began to start up, but the sputtered and died. Hunter tried it again, and there was nothing; his car was dead.
Hunter sighed outwardly. He was having a hell of a time trying to carry out this plan. He wondered why that person wanted Chris and Steph dead anyways. He wasn't going to argue with them, though.
Hunter knew just how to pass the time until Chris came looking anyways. He glanced at Stephanie and smiled.
**2:18** Chris blinked his eyes open slowly. He had the biggest headache on the face of the planet. He stared at the ceiling and tried to figure out what happened. He and Steph had been trying to-
Stephanie.
His mind screamed at him that he needed to find her. Chris tried to sit up, and found that headache was also armed with a horrible case of dizziness. He sat up for a little bit and then made it to his feet. He saw the spray hose from the sink was hanging in front of the cabinet.
"I would've never thought of that," He mumbled to himself. He figured that Stephanie had tried to revive him, but never got that far. Chris stumbled into the living room, and saw that there was a car in the driveway. It sure as hell wasn't his car.
"Hunter." He said, to himself. He peered through the window to look at the car and it looked like there was only one person in the car.
**2:23** "Yes, Chris, what do you wish?" Hunter asked from behind him. Chris heard the gun click as the safety was taken off. He blinked slowly, inwardly cursing himself for being so foolish.
"You see Chris, it's not just Steph that I'm after. You're on the list, too. I've got no idea what you did to this person, but they want you dead, and I'm going to help them out." Hunter said. "Now, get on your knees, and put your hands in the air."
Chris bit his tongue to keep from saying something smart back to Hunter, and slowly fell to his knees. He felt the gun barrel being pressed against the back of his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to think of something he could do to get Hunter away from him and buy some time.
"I shall truly enjoy killing you, Chris." Hunter sneered.
"Well, I'm glad I could make you so happy, Hunter. Hope you have a lot of fun." Chris said. He was praying to God that anything, a phone call, a knock on the door, a lightening bolt, anything that would give him time to get away from Hunter. It wasn't working real well right now.
"I'll tell Stephanie you said goodbye, before I kill her. Don't worry Chris, you'll both be together very, very soon."
"Sure I will, Hunter." Chris said.
"Are you calling me a liar?"
"Hmm, it would sound that way, wouldn't it?" Chris retorted.
"That's it, Chris. You just earned yourself a more painful death." Hunter said. Chris rolled his eyes.
**2:32** "Oh, geez, are you going to rip out my toenails? Oh, I know!! You're going to rip my hair out, strand by strand until I talk, right? Or, better yet, you're going to rig up a laser beam that will slice me in half like James Bond? Please indulge me on you 'horrible' death Hunter, I really do need a laugh today." Chris laughed back to him. Hunter hit him in the back of the head with the butt of the gun.
"I'm going to make you scream for mercy, Chris. When you wish you were dead, I'm going to beat you some more. You'll be begging me to kill you by the time I'm done." Hunter growled to him. He then kicked Chris in the stomach.
"Sounds like a typical response from you Triple-Nose." Chris said, barely managing to spit the words out. Hunter continually kicked him in the stomach, until Chris was spitting blood with his remarks.
"You're making it harder on yourself, Chris. Just shut up and take it. You're life will be much easier if you do. Well, what's left of your life." Chris coughed and glared at Hunter. No way was he going to go down quietly.
"Don't'cha know you'll never learn nothing if you don't learn it the hard way?" Chris spat at him. Hunter responded by kicking him in the shoulder.
"Are you this person's little toy, Hunter?" he asked. Hunter kicked him in the shoulder again. He was wearing steel-toe boots, so the pain was about twice as bad as it normally would've been.
"I think that this person is just playing with your mind, Hunter." He said again, trying to play some mind games with him. It wasn't working out too well. After all, Hunter has no mind.
Hunter kicked him hard in the chest. Chris' face etched total pain. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and started to curl into a half- fetal position.
**2:40** Hunter moved Chris back onto his back with his boot and Then stomped on his chest some more.
Chris no longer felt the pain of his headache. His chest was taking a lot of damage and his stomach already hurt. He was coughing blood like it was spit, and he was having trouble getting enough air. Hunter continued to kick Chris in the stomach and chest areas.
Chris felt a drop of water trail down his face. He couldn't remember if it was sweat or a tear from squinting his eyes so much. He was about to lose consciousness and he was struggling to not cry out. He briefly felt some cold air around him.
All of sudden, Hunter's foot was no longer at his chest. The new pain wasn't there. Chris winced and opened his eyes to see Stephanie looking at him.
"Wh-what...are...how?" Chris breathed. Steph smiled a little and pushed a stray strand of hair out of his face. Her hand was cool against the bruises that were going to form.
"It'll be all right, Chris." She reassured him. He saw the figure of Hunter begin to get up. Chris slowly stumbled to his feet, pushed Steph out of the way, and tackled Hunter to the ground. He had no strength to do anything else.
**2:50** Steph grabbed the skillet once again and pummeled Hunter in the head with it. It knocked him out cold. Chris and Steph managed to drag him outside the door and tie him up. They left him outside because, well, Chris lived in one of the rural parts of New York. Not New York City, just the plain old state of New York. Nobody would see him, anyways. They slammed the door and bolted it shut.
"Let me get you an ice pack," Steph said before walking into the kitchen. Chris leaned up against the door. He still felt as if he was going to pass out, but now his headache was back, and it was making him seriously distort shapes.
He blinked his eyes repeatedly, and tried to clear his vision, but it just wouldn't clear. He saw Steph come out of the kitchen with the ice pack, and a second later he felt the ice on his head. He never thought that he'd be so happy to feel the unwelcoming cold of an ice cube on his head.
"How did you get out?" he asked, his words coming out slow and slurred together.
"It doesn't matter-" she started, but he cut her off. His frame of mind was coming back to him.
"It does matter, what did he do to you?"
"I'm not going to tell you, Chris." She said, before helping him stand.
"Why won't you tell me, don't you trust me?"
"Of course I do, but-"
"But what, Steph? Huh? Tell me!" He yelled angrily If she dropped her arm, he would be in some serious trouble because he had no sense of balance again yet.
"You'd have a huge rage thing like you're doing right now!" She yelled at him. Steph took her arm away from him, to explain her point with her hands. Chris fell to his knees again. The TV was still on from when they had proposed to play truth or dare, the mute was on, but he could guess what they were saying. He didn't know what to do; he was in shock.
**2:59** The picture on the screen said it all.
"What is it, Chris?" Steph asked, getting concerned.
"That's my parents' house." He mumbled.
**3:00**
