A/N: Here's chapter 8. Sorry for not updating quickly enough. My first fanfic so all sorts of constructive criticsm are welcomed. Thanks to those who read and reviewed!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the CSINY people, only Elliot, Eugene Yyle, Dr. Paces and the intruder.
Elliot was awakened by the sounds of footsteps in her ward. She cocked one eye open out of curiosity. The room was dark. The only light in the room was the light from the outside of the window. The garden lights that penetrated the glass window created odd shadows on the white walls. However, exhaustion was overwhelming and she gave in. Presuming the intruder was a nurse, she went back to her unsettled slumber.
But the noise the intruder was creating was disturbing. The sharp click of his footsteps, the rustling of cloth, the sound of movement was all too much for Elliot to tolerate. She turned slowly, her body in obvious pain. She winced as her ribs sent sharp jolt of pain through her torso. The bruises on her body were of no help either.
Her eyes were wide open with terror when she saw what was at the edge of her bed. A man stood there. His face was distorted by a stocking mask that hid his facial features. In his gloved hands, he held a pillow. She instinctively reached for the alert buzzer. She punched the button vigorously. Nobody was coming to her aid. She couldn't jump out of the bed with the numerous injuries she accumulated.
"Now, Detective Harding, we'll make this easy and quick, okay? Just lie down," said the man, reaching to press the pillow to her face.
There had to be another alternative to call for help. She shouted. "Help!"
The man pushed the pillow right into her face, all sources of oxygen cut off. She struggled and flailed her arms desperately to hit her attacker. But he was a huge strong man. She was no match to his size. She could barely breathe now. She felt for the glass that Danny had left on the bureau. She smashed it into bits and grabbed the largest shard. She gave a sharp slice on the man's abdomen. She felt the pillow release on her face a little. She inhaled as much air as she could and screamed. She slashed and slashed at the man. Suddenly, the door burst open.
"Hey, what are you doing?" a masculine voice shouted. The pillow dropped to the floor.
Her vision was swimming and she couldn't concentrate anymore. The last thing she saw before she passed out completely, was her attacker shoving Dr. Paces aside and running off.
"Nurse!"
CSINY
Danny woke up with a jolt. He had a nightmare, a bad one. He wiped cold sweat away from his face with the back of his hand. He threw the covers off his perspiring body and headed to the bathroom. The water was soothingly cold as he splashed it onto his face. He looked up into the mirror. He saw a young man of 33 in it with a gaunt face. He had not realized until now that he looked way different from how he did just months ago.
He stood at the French windows and let the cold breeze whip against his lean body. He shivered and closed his eyes.
A man stood in Elliot's ward at the foot of her bed. Danny could not see the man's face. But his glowing eyes were sinister and evil. His hands were cuffed with heavy metal shackles. His wrists were dripping with blood. The white pillow that he was holding was slowly stained with the red substance. He stepped forward out of the shadows and into the light. His face was horribly distorted and he was grinning. His teeth were crooked and large.Elliot looked down and saw that his feet were also bound by thick, heavy shackles. The shackles clattered loudly. He pushedher shoulder down onto the bed with a strong grip.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Elliot shouted inDanny's head at the man.
"Now, Detective Harding, we'll make this easy and quick, okay? Just lie down," said the man, reaching to press the pillow to her face.
"Danny! Danny!" she screamed, collapsed and died.
Theroom swirled around him and enveloped him in a tight, uncomfortable embrace. He squirmed in its firm grasp. The swivel of colours paid no heed to his uncomfortable situation. He felt nauseous as the psychedelic pool churned him."Hey! Hands off!"
It stopped and he plummeted to the ground. He was in adimension of dreariness. He saw a young woman sitting cross-legged on the hard, cracked ground. Her head was hung low. In her hands was a little rag doll. The rag doll was badly torn. She seemed to mourn over the loss of the little measly thing. He walked over and kneeled beside her. Her skin was pale and her hair was brown.
"You okay?" he asked. He pushed her hair behind her ear. He gasped when he saw who she was.
Lindsay Monroe.
Her face was a deathly pale white and her lips were almost bloodless. Her cheekbones were protruding. The skin on her face was taut over her gaunt face. Her eyes never met his. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. They fell onto the rag doll.
"What's the matter?" he asked again.
"It's spoilt, I'm spoilt," she whispered.
"No, Linds, it can be mended," he assured, touching her cheek. Her face was a deathly cold.
"It can't, I can't," she insisted.
"You can. All we need to do is get you out of here."
"There is no way out," she said, not looking up.
"Come on, Lindsay," he said, tugging at her hand.
"No."
"Lindsay."
"No!"
"Montana."
"NO!" Her head snapped up. Her eyes were filled with this unfathomable fire that he had never seen before. "I will not go! Just get out of here now! Now!"
"Lindsay, I can't - " he started.
"Go! Now!" she screamed. Suddenly, they were surrounded in a pool of dark red blood. Danny's hands were dripping with blood. "Look," she hissed, evilly. "Your hands are covered with the blood of the innocent. The cop you shot - that's his blood."
He looked at his hands and at his reflection in the blood. He shut his eyes and tried to erase the memory from his head. But she kept on going. "Check that out. That's Aiden's, that's Flack's, that's mine, that's Elliot's. All the people you tried to save got hurt in the end. Oh, look! That's your blood. Your blood when your dad punched you. Your blood when your dad kicked you. Your blood when your dad hit you. What about this blood? That's Louie's. You messed up, Messer. He helped you and what did he get for it? His prize for helping little brother was a kick in the abdomen, a punch in the face and a life in coma. You - you, Danny Messer- are a magnet for trouble!"
He tried desperately to wipe off the blood off his hands on his jeans. But his efforts were futile. The blood just stayed on permanently, as though he was bleeding out. Her eyes were half-closed in mockery andshe carried avoice thatwas as cruel as the wind.
"Wipe, wipe, wipe. Wipe all you want. But these stains will cling onto you for life. Their sharp claws will hook into you and stay embedded in your memory. Their bites will leave scars in your heart. You'll never be able to get away with it, Danny," she mocked.
"You'll never be able to get away with it, Danny. You'll never be able to get away with it, Danny. You'll never be able to get away with it, Danny."
Suddenly, Lindsay's body turned into his father's. "You'll never be able to get away with it, Danny."
He remembered the night he accidentally shattered the window of his father's car. His father shouted at him and hit him - hard. "That's what happens when you play baseball in the yard. You smash up other people's property, you fool! You'll never be able to get away with it, Danny. Never."
You'll never be able to get away with it, Danny. You'll never be able to get away with it, Danny. You'll never be able to get away with it, Danny.
Danny shook the dream out of his head. He sat down and curled up, hugging his knees and cried.
You'll never be able to get away with it, Danny.
A/N: So how was that? Review, please!