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Note: the parts that go "Danny:" are his thoughts. He's the main character right?
Chapter 2 – Boulevard of Broken Dreams
.:Ed's Office:.
"You wanted to see me, Ed?" Danny McCoy said, walking in and closing the door behind him.
Ed had a very serious expression on his face and the wrinkles on his forehead were more visible than ever. His hands were cupped together and rested on the polished mahogany table.
Danny: Well, he always looks serious. Nothing wrong about that.
"As a matter of fact," Ed leaned back on his squeaky leather chair. "I did," he no longer looked serious. In fact, he was beginning to look worried.
Danny: Ed worried? That's new.
Ed gestured towards the chair, this one was cushioned, opposite to where he was sitting. "Sit."
Danny sat.
"What is it you wanted to see me about?" he asked curiously, nervously looking at his fingers.
Ed sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "This will be hard to digest Danny, especially for you," he sighed again, more audibly this time. Stalling for time, Ed spun around in his chair, his back facing Danny.
"What is it?" Danny asked again impatiently.
Ed spun back round and looked at him straight in the eye. "Justine's been abducted."
For a split second, Danny froze.
His eyes turned wide and with disbelief and horror. His perfectly chiseled features twisted into an expression of grief and shock. He was speechless even after recovering from his shock, eyes darting around, wondering if they should trust what they were seeing: Ed telling him that Justine might be in danger.
Ed continued gravely, "The FBI found this note at your house," he handed Danny a slip of torn and tattered paper, yellowing with age.
Danny did not look at him, his heart broken into a million pieces. He felt sick to the pit of his stomach, causing him to frown so much that Ed was surprised how much Justine meant to him.
The youth snatched the note from his boss and smoothed it out to read.
As Danny's eyes scanned the note, his eyes begin to widen with horror. He started to mutter to himself, making sure that Ed could not hear a single word he was saying. Without a word, Danny jumped out of his chair and bolted out of the door like a professional FBI agent on a mission.
Ed Deline watched his best and favourite young protégé proudly, knowing that Danny would know what to do.
.:Meanwhile:.
Her limp, slim body was already so weak from struggling and loss of blood that she was almost lifeless. Her whimpering continued, though, and so did her prayers for a miracle to happen – that Danny would come and save her.
Burning questions plagued Justine's confused and blurry mind. Had Danny found the note? Was he trying to find out who abducted her? Or was he still with Delinda, Nessa, Sam or Mary, not knowing what she was going through in the dark dungeons of an unknown place?
It was almost an hour after the abduction. Danny would be looking for her now. She could imagine that worried expression on his face, the one he would have when she was in danger.
Justine groaned mentally when she heard the dungeon door creak open and shut with a sharp bang, debris and dust from the ceiling falling like snow on her hair. Her abductor had come to torture her again.
He had been doing so that for the past hour, weakening her every time the penknife slashed her, followed by the tightening of ropes binding her wrists that were already bleeding profusely.
The voice of her abductor, however, was distinctly familiar. She was positive she had heard the voice before. The only thing she could do to help herself save her skin was to figure out who the mysterious person was……
.:Danny's House:.
There was a faint trace of blood on the floor. Did the abductor bring Justine into McCoy's room to leave the note?
Danny kneeled down on the floor, examining the small drops of vital red liquid.
He got up after a while, his temples pounding, deciding to have it out with whoever had taken her away. In his frustration and fear of Justine in trouble, Danny sat down on his bed, burying his head in his hands.
Danny: How could I let something like that happen to Justine? HOW?
Hot tears rolled down his cheeks – tears of grief and regret – as he wondered which part of the vast world Justine was in.
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