Gray. Is it a color? No, it isn't. It doesn't even exist. its just the
one blob of "color" Dylan had seen for the past eight hours. It was like
the Brady Bunch, it never went away. Dylan eyes longed to see. Her hands
longed to touch. But she was trapped. Do to the tight ropes rapped around
her leg. it had been swelling with intense pain. David couldn't just leave
her there with a bullet in her leg, would he?
Besides the pain, she was just plain bored. Nothing to do at all. This was murder for Dylan. She was a free spirit. Free Spirits shouldn't be tied to a chair by her ex psycho boyfriend.
Dylan was so desperate for a face, she'd even find joy in David's, as ugly and pale as it was.
A thump, Dylan straightened up in her seat. Did she actually hear it? Thump, thump. She did! But who was responsible for that oddly beautiful sound? The steel door opened quickly and one of David's goons stepped into the room carrying a tray of food. He quickly pulled up the chair from the far right corner and seated in in front of her.
"A doctor will come shortly to look at your leg." The man said plainly as he ripped the tape from her mouth. He started picking at the tray, trying to figure out what he should offer her first.
"Aren't 'you going to untie me? Or are you going to hand feed me?" The man stared at her blankly then started chuckling.
"Do you think I was born yesterday? So do you want the food or not. I don't have all morning." Dylan raised an eyebrow.
"It's morning?" The guy rolled his eyes and shoved a piece of bread into her mouth. She spat it out quickly. It was stale and dry, greasy from the man's hands. The man angrily stood up, threw his chair into the corner and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Stupid. Dylan, you are so stupid!" Dylan yelled at her self, regretting not taking the bread. That was probably the only thing she'd get to eat for a week. Her mouth was dry, longing for water. The bread only made it worse.
"I wonder how Anthony and Eric are doing? God, I wonder how Nat and Alex are. They probably think I'm dead or something!" Dylan worried to herself. She had been so caught up in everything that she'd forgotten about her friends.
Suddenly the door opened and David and another man came into the room. The other man was a gray haired man in a dark blue jacket, quite handsome despite the age.
"Hey Dyl, this is a doctor. He's going to help you with your leg." Dylan didn't look at David. She kept her eyes on the "doctor".
"Now, if I take the ropes off you're going to promise not the pull anything?" The man asked her with a kindness in his eyes. She nodded. He untied both her arms and legs.
"I'm going to have to take her to the clinic. I can't perform the operation here." David nodded.
"Whatever's best." The man motioned for David to take her out to a car that was waiting out side. Dylan just knew he was going to try something, but he respectively and carefully lifted her up.
As they were walking down the long, dark, steel walls David stared at her longingly. It was quite awkward for Dylan.
She was trying not to hang onto him too much by not resting her arm around his shoulder. But she finally had to, to keep from slipping. He smiled at her, showing off his perfectly white teeth.
They finally reached the small parking lot. The gray haired man opened a door to a Porsche, and David carefully set her inside the car.
"As long as it is alright with you doc, I'm going to come along too." The doctor nodded unsurely before David slid into the back seat beside her. He lifted her shoulders and rested her upper body on his lap. Dylan didn't move, the pain had gotten worse, so she decided to let him.
After about five minutes on the rode, David had started stroking her hair, still staring longingly in her eyes. He moved his free hand up and down her arm.
"Do you mind not doing that?" Dylan asked irritated. David pulled on her shoulders a little bit more, so that she was almost sitting on his lap. He elevated her back onto his arm and stroked her cheek with another. Dylan immediately pushed his hand away.
"Will you just leave me alone?" He stared at her, not longingly, amazed. She squinted her eyes questioningly, "What?"
"I just realized something..." Dylan straightened up a little bit. "And that would be?"
"How much I really do love you." He slowly let her slide back down on his lap and with a content look on his face, he stared out the window. Dylan wondered how it felt to be him. How it felt to feel that you'd have to bribe or do something way out of the ordinary to be loved. Or to love someone so much, you wouldn't let anyone or anything get in the way.
*****
"You dumb ass! How could you do this? " A piece of paper flew through the air and hit Eric on the side of his head. "Me? you're the one who just stood there. I tried to save her!"
Eric squirmed uncomfortably in his chair and then got up quickly.
"Oh yeah, well, I took you to the hospital for your shoulder! So I get her!" Anthony walked up to Eric, paused, then punched him. He threw another note at him. " You tried to kill her, her friends, and her boss. I saved her life! Which one of us do you think she'll pick?"
"Uh, that doesn't matter now. We just have to save her from the psycho freak, then she'll choose. I'm in charge." Anthony threw another note, but this time Eric caught it. "Are you in the CIA? No? Then I'm in charge."
Eric glared at Anthony. "Fine, then I get to drive."
*****
"Sweet. I private jet, all the peanuts you can eat while sitting with sexy ladies on a couch." Alex hit Max over the head with her small hand bag.
"If you keep referring to us as sexy ladies, your butt is going to get a surprise visit from my boot. It's humiliating." Natalie elbowed Alex.
"Hey, I don't mind being called sexy. It is the truth isn't it?" Alex raised an eye brow at her friend.
"Oh, yeah Nat. You're the sexiest person I know." Natalie laughed at her over protected friend. The three were silent for a while.
"Do you have a feeling that something's missing?" Alex looked from Nat, to Max.
"Dylan." The three said in union. Suddenly, the computer started beeping. Alex walked to her small laptop and smiled.
"We located her. She's still in Houston, at a small clinic on the north side."
*****
Dylan squinted her eyes opened. She was in a white room. She slightly sat up, a very clean white room. She looked down, and in a white dress. She started to stand up, but she started to feel dizzy, so she sat back down. David appeared in the door way. Dylan had just remembered where she was.
"How are you feeling? It's been about seven hours since the operation." Dylan slowly fell back down on the pillow, and focused her eyes on the ceiling.
David walked over to the bed, and sat on the side. He ran his fingers down her leg, admiring the stitches. Dylan sat up quickly, hitting his hand away.
"Look, quit this whole touchy feely thing. I hate you more than words can express, and it won't get better for you as years past if you actually do kill the male population. So lay off." David's eyes got this weary depressed look. He suddenly stood up and started walking towards the door. He stopped in the door way.
"We'll be leaving here now. When we get "home", I'll show you where you'll be staying. Then we can get to "know" each other a little bit better. I'll go call for a car." David left the room. Dylan moaned as she tried to stand up, she saw her clothes sitting in a neat pile near her bed. She quickly grabbed them and went to the changing area to put them on.
After a couple of minutes, David showed up at the door way. Dylan started to limp her way over to him, but he made his way over to her and lifted her up in his arms.
"I can do it myself." David didn't reply, he just started to make his way over to the parking lot. Suddenly the gray haired doctor from before stepped in front of them.
"I'm sorry sir, you can't take her home yet. I have to have a private inspection before she is able to leave." David nodded and followed the doctor into another room. He set Dylan down on a chair and left the room.
When the door was shut all the way, the doctor walked over her and bent down so he was level with her.
"Dylan, Natalie and Alex are on their way over here. I'm going to give them directions on where to find you. You'll be safe soon." Dylan gave him a questioning look.
"Who..."
"That's not important. Do you want me to contact your boyfriends as well? They showed up here last night, one with a bullet through his shoulder. I can get a hold of them." Dylan nodded with a smile. "Be patient Dylan, everything's going to be alright."
David appeared in the door way.
"Can we get going now?" The doctor nodded. David picked her up again. and carried her out to the same car as they had gotten there. The goon that had served her breakfast was in the drivers seat. He opened the door for David, and he pushed her inside the back seat. Dylan started to head for the far right seat, but David pulled her waist towards his lap.
"Driver! It's time!" The guy leaned back and placed one side of a hand cuff on each of their hands. Now Dylan couldn't get a foot away from the creep. But she figured, what's a couple of hours while Nat and Alex find her, to a lifetime with David? She let him pull her onto his lap. He ran his hands up her waist. He ran his chin over her neck, smelling her scent, which reminded her of Anthony.
"I'm looking forward to our life together." Dylan got a idea. If she acted like she was totally in love with him. It would distract him so that Nat and Alex could get to her easily. Dylan turned around to face him.
"So am I." He stared at her surprisingly.
"But you..." Before he could finish, Dylan kissed him lightly, then pulled back to see his expression.
"I changed my mind." David gave her a sly smile. He set her down on the seat and lied on top of her.
"God, I love you!"
Besides the pain, she was just plain bored. Nothing to do at all. This was murder for Dylan. She was a free spirit. Free Spirits shouldn't be tied to a chair by her ex psycho boyfriend.
Dylan was so desperate for a face, she'd even find joy in David's, as ugly and pale as it was.
A thump, Dylan straightened up in her seat. Did she actually hear it? Thump, thump. She did! But who was responsible for that oddly beautiful sound? The steel door opened quickly and one of David's goons stepped into the room carrying a tray of food. He quickly pulled up the chair from the far right corner and seated in in front of her.
"A doctor will come shortly to look at your leg." The man said plainly as he ripped the tape from her mouth. He started picking at the tray, trying to figure out what he should offer her first.
"Aren't 'you going to untie me? Or are you going to hand feed me?" The man stared at her blankly then started chuckling.
"Do you think I was born yesterday? So do you want the food or not. I don't have all morning." Dylan raised an eyebrow.
"It's morning?" The guy rolled his eyes and shoved a piece of bread into her mouth. She spat it out quickly. It was stale and dry, greasy from the man's hands. The man angrily stood up, threw his chair into the corner and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Stupid. Dylan, you are so stupid!" Dylan yelled at her self, regretting not taking the bread. That was probably the only thing she'd get to eat for a week. Her mouth was dry, longing for water. The bread only made it worse.
"I wonder how Anthony and Eric are doing? God, I wonder how Nat and Alex are. They probably think I'm dead or something!" Dylan worried to herself. She had been so caught up in everything that she'd forgotten about her friends.
Suddenly the door opened and David and another man came into the room. The other man was a gray haired man in a dark blue jacket, quite handsome despite the age.
"Hey Dyl, this is a doctor. He's going to help you with your leg." Dylan didn't look at David. She kept her eyes on the "doctor".
"Now, if I take the ropes off you're going to promise not the pull anything?" The man asked her with a kindness in his eyes. She nodded. He untied both her arms and legs.
"I'm going to have to take her to the clinic. I can't perform the operation here." David nodded.
"Whatever's best." The man motioned for David to take her out to a car that was waiting out side. Dylan just knew he was going to try something, but he respectively and carefully lifted her up.
As they were walking down the long, dark, steel walls David stared at her longingly. It was quite awkward for Dylan.
She was trying not to hang onto him too much by not resting her arm around his shoulder. But she finally had to, to keep from slipping. He smiled at her, showing off his perfectly white teeth.
They finally reached the small parking lot. The gray haired man opened a door to a Porsche, and David carefully set her inside the car.
"As long as it is alright with you doc, I'm going to come along too." The doctor nodded unsurely before David slid into the back seat beside her. He lifted her shoulders and rested her upper body on his lap. Dylan didn't move, the pain had gotten worse, so she decided to let him.
After about five minutes on the rode, David had started stroking her hair, still staring longingly in her eyes. He moved his free hand up and down her arm.
"Do you mind not doing that?" Dylan asked irritated. David pulled on her shoulders a little bit more, so that she was almost sitting on his lap. He elevated her back onto his arm and stroked her cheek with another. Dylan immediately pushed his hand away.
"Will you just leave me alone?" He stared at her, not longingly, amazed. She squinted her eyes questioningly, "What?"
"I just realized something..." Dylan straightened up a little bit. "And that would be?"
"How much I really do love you." He slowly let her slide back down on his lap and with a content look on his face, he stared out the window. Dylan wondered how it felt to be him. How it felt to feel that you'd have to bribe or do something way out of the ordinary to be loved. Or to love someone so much, you wouldn't let anyone or anything get in the way.
*****
"You dumb ass! How could you do this? " A piece of paper flew through the air and hit Eric on the side of his head. "Me? you're the one who just stood there. I tried to save her!"
Eric squirmed uncomfortably in his chair and then got up quickly.
"Oh yeah, well, I took you to the hospital for your shoulder! So I get her!" Anthony walked up to Eric, paused, then punched him. He threw another note at him. " You tried to kill her, her friends, and her boss. I saved her life! Which one of us do you think she'll pick?"
"Uh, that doesn't matter now. We just have to save her from the psycho freak, then she'll choose. I'm in charge." Anthony threw another note, but this time Eric caught it. "Are you in the CIA? No? Then I'm in charge."
Eric glared at Anthony. "Fine, then I get to drive."
*****
"Sweet. I private jet, all the peanuts you can eat while sitting with sexy ladies on a couch." Alex hit Max over the head with her small hand bag.
"If you keep referring to us as sexy ladies, your butt is going to get a surprise visit from my boot. It's humiliating." Natalie elbowed Alex.
"Hey, I don't mind being called sexy. It is the truth isn't it?" Alex raised an eye brow at her friend.
"Oh, yeah Nat. You're the sexiest person I know." Natalie laughed at her over protected friend. The three were silent for a while.
"Do you have a feeling that something's missing?" Alex looked from Nat, to Max.
"Dylan." The three said in union. Suddenly, the computer started beeping. Alex walked to her small laptop and smiled.
"We located her. She's still in Houston, at a small clinic on the north side."
*****
Dylan squinted her eyes opened. She was in a white room. She slightly sat up, a very clean white room. She looked down, and in a white dress. She started to stand up, but she started to feel dizzy, so she sat back down. David appeared in the door way. Dylan had just remembered where she was.
"How are you feeling? It's been about seven hours since the operation." Dylan slowly fell back down on the pillow, and focused her eyes on the ceiling.
David walked over to the bed, and sat on the side. He ran his fingers down her leg, admiring the stitches. Dylan sat up quickly, hitting his hand away.
"Look, quit this whole touchy feely thing. I hate you more than words can express, and it won't get better for you as years past if you actually do kill the male population. So lay off." David's eyes got this weary depressed look. He suddenly stood up and started walking towards the door. He stopped in the door way.
"We'll be leaving here now. When we get "home", I'll show you where you'll be staying. Then we can get to "know" each other a little bit better. I'll go call for a car." David left the room. Dylan moaned as she tried to stand up, she saw her clothes sitting in a neat pile near her bed. She quickly grabbed them and went to the changing area to put them on.
After a couple of minutes, David showed up at the door way. Dylan started to limp her way over to him, but he made his way over to her and lifted her up in his arms.
"I can do it myself." David didn't reply, he just started to make his way over to the parking lot. Suddenly the gray haired doctor from before stepped in front of them.
"I'm sorry sir, you can't take her home yet. I have to have a private inspection before she is able to leave." David nodded and followed the doctor into another room. He set Dylan down on a chair and left the room.
When the door was shut all the way, the doctor walked over her and bent down so he was level with her.
"Dylan, Natalie and Alex are on their way over here. I'm going to give them directions on where to find you. You'll be safe soon." Dylan gave him a questioning look.
"Who..."
"That's not important. Do you want me to contact your boyfriends as well? They showed up here last night, one with a bullet through his shoulder. I can get a hold of them." Dylan nodded with a smile. "Be patient Dylan, everything's going to be alright."
David appeared in the door way.
"Can we get going now?" The doctor nodded. David picked her up again. and carried her out to the same car as they had gotten there. The goon that had served her breakfast was in the drivers seat. He opened the door for David, and he pushed her inside the back seat. Dylan started to head for the far right seat, but David pulled her waist towards his lap.
"Driver! It's time!" The guy leaned back and placed one side of a hand cuff on each of their hands. Now Dylan couldn't get a foot away from the creep. But she figured, what's a couple of hours while Nat and Alex find her, to a lifetime with David? She let him pull her onto his lap. He ran his hands up her waist. He ran his chin over her neck, smelling her scent, which reminded her of Anthony.
"I'm looking forward to our life together." Dylan got a idea. If she acted like she was totally in love with him. It would distract him so that Nat and Alex could get to her easily. Dylan turned around to face him.
"So am I." He stared at her surprisingly.
"But you..." Before he could finish, Dylan kissed him lightly, then pulled back to see his expression.
"I changed my mind." David gave her a sly smile. He set her down on the seat and lied on top of her.
"God, I love you!"