A/N: Yet another chapter of Dark Silk. Note to readers: Chapter Four was
redone, read it to understand this.
So far this is the first installment of the Darkness Trilogy. The other two
are:
Dark Intentions In the Darkness is the Light (this will be kinda funny.)
Two more chapters after this! Almost done.
From the desk of the HGA (Epilogue will help you get this)
I woke up that night at about twenty minutes after two. I heard a noise like footsteps. I whispered "Gran? Holmes? Maggie?" Hearing no response, I assumed it was Maggie.
"Maggie, do NOT go in my room," I said, getting up.
"She won't," said an icy male voice hissed. I froze. The voice had a tint of a British accent.
"Who are you?" I whispered. But I already knew.
"You already know," Richard Hartshorne whispered. I swore.
"Naughty, Naughty," he tsked. I grabbed a tube of lipstick I kept as a silent note-writer. I scrawled on the white night stand-
H.-
Heartbraker (RDH) got me. Show BC to YKW. IStp. I go, you Maggie. "Something just don't feel right" "Slow dancing in the boulevard"
ZC. The darkness hid my actions. I walked up to the source of the voice as quietly as possible. My right hand shot forward to show two fingers heading for his eyes. He let a hiss of pain escape. A cloth smelling sickly sweet groped for my face. I accidentally breathed in the fumes, falling swiftly into the darkness of sleep. 12345678912345678012345678890123456789017890123456789012456780 (Holmes)
A pain sent white hot fire in my hand. I awoke with a curse. Maggie was biting my hand. Seeing me get up she whined and ran into Sam's room. I puzzled over this, until I remembered a trick of Maggie's.
Maggie ran up to the tall seventh grader. She was whining. When she got his attention, she ran down the street. She stopped at a sign post. He stared at it. Maggie was pawing the sign and growling. There was a red splotch on the metal.
"Blood..." he whispered. "Find Sam!" he ordered. Maggie "scowled" at him and nudged the sign.
I raced into the room. Sam was gone. On the table, a message was written in midnight blue lipstick. Sam's work. I read the note. The code was simple, if you knew it. Initials were capitalized, song quotes were varied. This meant that she had a feeling that she didn't get why, and the guy was taking his time. 1stp, was 1st step, or do ASAP. Z was the first letter of her internet account, Zephyrchild. That meant she had her laptop. The C meant she had a supply of useful items available. Looking around, it seemed like it was her pen, which was glow-in-the-dark. Maggie meant follow.
"Mrs. Werson," I yelled. "We have a problem!"
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Gil Grissom's cell phone rang. He absently answered it.
"I have Samantha. You know, Samantha Fiegh? Agree to give up the case and she will not die. Don't and she will be returned- in pieces.
Do not hang up.
Do not try to trace this call."
"But how can you prove you have her?" he asked.
"Miss Fiegh, you need to talk." The voice called in a sing-song voice.
"I'm bored and sore, and I can't breathe, and did anyone tell you that you look exactly like Charles Manson, except you hair is red? And that casino in the window is delightfully tacky. Is that supposed to be New York City?" A girls voice irritably yelled, "And really, Mango Street? Honestly! That is SO tacky. Why does a guy have bright pink wallpaper in such a big apartment? Why do you have a corner apartment? I have a fear of heights, why are we on the top floor? I hate you, you are the worlds biggest idiot, go to -"a slap was heard, but Sam kept yelling, "in a matchbox in itty- bitty pieces." A louder slap was heard. "You..." she called him something that means female dog.
"I'm a guy," the man said dryly.
"My point exactly," she said, her voice even drier. A punch was heard, and the girl moaned.
"I'll call you back in an hour," the man said "for more details and terms, any parting comments, Miss Fiegh?"
"Did you kill the dog and a quote I want on my headstone," she snorted.
"No, I didn't kill the dog, why?" the man said.
"Then you have Holmes to deal with," she said dryly.
"He'll never catch me!"
"Bets?"
"The quote, Miss Fiegh?"
"Carpe Diem."
The line went dead.
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"Okay, we have the kidnapping of Samantha Fiegh, thirteen."
"Wait, the girl who found Kate Simmons?" Catherine asked.
"Yes," Grissom said impatiently.
"Why was she kidnapped?" Sara asked.
"Well, her best friend said she had an idea to the serial killer's identity," Nick said.
"Do we have any leads," Warrick asked. He had just gotten over a bad case of the flu, and was still a little achy.
"She is on the top corner apartment of a building near the New York, New York, it is on Mango Street, and he looks like a red-headed Charles Manson. Her friend said his name is Richard Devon Hartshorne, and he got a call from her saying it is Sheldon Apartments, and she Marked the way with dark blue lipstick." Grissom replied.
"That's a lot of information," Catherine commented.
Grissom's cell phone rang again.
"Hello, me again, I thought you'd like to know what happens to her," the man said. A thud was heard. Sam was screaming as she was beaten, the whole room heard a snap as her arm broke. Suddenly they heard a kick and a screaming of a man.
"Oh my god, I think I killed it." Sam's voice was dry and clear. Suddenly a gunshot rang.
It was clear by the lack of screams.
Sam was dead.
A/N: Cliffie! Sorta. How many of you want to strangle me right now? You'll get it soon.
Dark Intentions In the Darkness is the Light (this will be kinda funny.)
Two more chapters after this! Almost done.
From the desk of the HGA (Epilogue will help you get this)
I woke up that night at about twenty minutes after two. I heard a noise like footsteps. I whispered "Gran? Holmes? Maggie?" Hearing no response, I assumed it was Maggie.
"Maggie, do NOT go in my room," I said, getting up.
"She won't," said an icy male voice hissed. I froze. The voice had a tint of a British accent.
"Who are you?" I whispered. But I already knew.
"You already know," Richard Hartshorne whispered. I swore.
"Naughty, Naughty," he tsked. I grabbed a tube of lipstick I kept as a silent note-writer. I scrawled on the white night stand-
H.-
Heartbraker (RDH) got me. Show BC to YKW. IStp. I go, you Maggie. "Something just don't feel right" "Slow dancing in the boulevard"
ZC. The darkness hid my actions. I walked up to the source of the voice as quietly as possible. My right hand shot forward to show two fingers heading for his eyes. He let a hiss of pain escape. A cloth smelling sickly sweet groped for my face. I accidentally breathed in the fumes, falling swiftly into the darkness of sleep. 12345678912345678012345678890123456789017890123456789012456780 (Holmes)
A pain sent white hot fire in my hand. I awoke with a curse. Maggie was biting my hand. Seeing me get up she whined and ran into Sam's room. I puzzled over this, until I remembered a trick of Maggie's.
Maggie ran up to the tall seventh grader. She was whining. When she got his attention, she ran down the street. She stopped at a sign post. He stared at it. Maggie was pawing the sign and growling. There was a red splotch on the metal.
"Blood..." he whispered. "Find Sam!" he ordered. Maggie "scowled" at him and nudged the sign.
I raced into the room. Sam was gone. On the table, a message was written in midnight blue lipstick. Sam's work. I read the note. The code was simple, if you knew it. Initials were capitalized, song quotes were varied. This meant that she had a feeling that she didn't get why, and the guy was taking his time. 1stp, was 1st step, or do ASAP. Z was the first letter of her internet account, Zephyrchild. That meant she had her laptop. The C meant she had a supply of useful items available. Looking around, it seemed like it was her pen, which was glow-in-the-dark. Maggie meant follow.
"Mrs. Werson," I yelled. "We have a problem!"
123456789012790179012345678901456789012345678901567890123467890
Gil Grissom's cell phone rang. He absently answered it.
"I have Samantha. You know, Samantha Fiegh? Agree to give up the case and she will not die. Don't and she will be returned- in pieces.
Do not hang up.
Do not try to trace this call."
"But how can you prove you have her?" he asked.
"Miss Fiegh, you need to talk." The voice called in a sing-song voice.
"I'm bored and sore, and I can't breathe, and did anyone tell you that you look exactly like Charles Manson, except you hair is red? And that casino in the window is delightfully tacky. Is that supposed to be New York City?" A girls voice irritably yelled, "And really, Mango Street? Honestly! That is SO tacky. Why does a guy have bright pink wallpaper in such a big apartment? Why do you have a corner apartment? I have a fear of heights, why are we on the top floor? I hate you, you are the worlds biggest idiot, go to -"a slap was heard, but Sam kept yelling, "in a matchbox in itty- bitty pieces." A louder slap was heard. "You..." she called him something that means female dog.
"I'm a guy," the man said dryly.
"My point exactly," she said, her voice even drier. A punch was heard, and the girl moaned.
"I'll call you back in an hour," the man said "for more details and terms, any parting comments, Miss Fiegh?"
"Did you kill the dog and a quote I want on my headstone," she snorted.
"No, I didn't kill the dog, why?" the man said.
"Then you have Holmes to deal with," she said dryly.
"He'll never catch me!"
"Bets?"
"The quote, Miss Fiegh?"
"Carpe Diem."
The line went dead.
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"Okay, we have the kidnapping of Samantha Fiegh, thirteen."
"Wait, the girl who found Kate Simmons?" Catherine asked.
"Yes," Grissom said impatiently.
"Why was she kidnapped?" Sara asked.
"Well, her best friend said she had an idea to the serial killer's identity," Nick said.
"Do we have any leads," Warrick asked. He had just gotten over a bad case of the flu, and was still a little achy.
"She is on the top corner apartment of a building near the New York, New York, it is on Mango Street, and he looks like a red-headed Charles Manson. Her friend said his name is Richard Devon Hartshorne, and he got a call from her saying it is Sheldon Apartments, and she Marked the way with dark blue lipstick." Grissom replied.
"That's a lot of information," Catherine commented.
Grissom's cell phone rang again.
"Hello, me again, I thought you'd like to know what happens to her," the man said. A thud was heard. Sam was screaming as she was beaten, the whole room heard a snap as her arm broke. Suddenly they heard a kick and a screaming of a man.
"Oh my god, I think I killed it." Sam's voice was dry and clear. Suddenly a gunshot rang.
It was clear by the lack of screams.
Sam was dead.
A/N: Cliffie! Sorta. How many of you want to strangle me right now? You'll get it soon.