In My World

I do not own Gilmore Girls or the original characters. I own the other girls and this story and that's pretty much it. You can have the penny that's sitting in front of my if you want.

Rating is T or PG-13 for basic sexuality and a lot of cursing.

All comments/questions are accepted so don't feel shy.

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RECAP:

"It's too bad you're bleeding. Otherwise, I'd do you in a second …but then again, you couldn't afford me." She said condescendingly. She kicked his foot and left the apartment shaking her head and holding her still tingling hand. She walked through the hallway when a hand grabbed her and pulled her into an apartment. The door shut quickly and she felt a warm masculine hand over her mouth.

"Don't scream." He whispered into her ear.

NEXT CHAPTER:

Rory inhaled sharply and stood perfectly still. The door was shut; he had done that with his foot. She could feel her feet moving but had no how she was moving.

"Come on! MOVE!" the man ordered. Rory's heartbeat was rapidly speeding up. He pushed her into a chair and came eye level with her. He tied her hands and feet and held a knife in his hand, ready to slice and dice her if need be.

"So you're the Morgan." He said with a smirk on his face.

"What do you want?" she asked fearfully.

"Well you see, I have a few friends who weren't exactly pleased, and they want their money back. The only problem is that you're the hardest person to track, but my little girl, we have you now."

"You can have your money back." She said squirming.

"Oh but we want so much more then that."

"I just knocked a guy out using my hand. Imagine what I could do with my legs together." Rory retorted getting her confidence back.

"Little girl, what are you saying? I've got a knife, a sharp one. Here, I'll show you." He said lightly grazing it upon Rory's knee. She exhaled sharply and squeezed her eyes shut as he drew a red line on her thigh. The blood began to trickle down.

"Please, stop!" she pleaded with tears brimming over. He stopped and placed a towel over her leg.

"Ready little girl?" he said taunting her.

"For what?" she growled.

"Well I wanted to continue drawing. You know as they say, I'm the painter and you're my canvas. But only, I'm a carver." He said lifting his knife up again he said smirking. He started to lower the knife. Rory let the tears run freely as she cried herself into a stupor. She felt woozy, and faint. She wasn't sure whether it was the strong fumes coming off the strange man, or the blood that was excessively leaving her body. She was almost out when she heard it.

"Touch her and I shoot you." Rory looked up alarmed to see a blonde headed man standing there holding a gun up, aiming. The man laughed and stood up.

"You're here to collect your little girl?" he asked smiling maliciously. He kept his eyes trained on his target.

"Maybe." He said vaguely.

"Good, you can watch." He said turning around and walked two steps before he was on the ground with a bullet wound. Rory's face hurt from holding her eyes shut so tightly. She felt two arms lift her up before she saw nothing and felt nothing. She awoke about an hour later and felt like she had found her dream bed. She moved her leg and felt a shooting pain in her thigh. Her eyes adjusted and she didn't recognize the bedroom. Her memories flowed back to her and she gasped. The blonde man from before entered the room.

"Good you're awake."

"Where am I?" she asked still a little woozy.

"Well if you ask me, I think you're in heaven." Rory gasped and choked on her saliva.

"What?"

"Well I mean, waking up in my apartment. It must be heaven." Rory shut her eyes willing the dream to end, but it wasn't a dream, she was nothing. She didn't feel the arms as she was trying so hard to get back to reality. But everything is reality.

She's not dead. Just thought I'd share that part. Kiki had this idea. Before I was going to do it a different way, but I think you guys'll like it better this way. Please review. Thanks. Emilie and Kiki