The room is dark, really really dark. Veronica is still tied up in the corner. She looks a little worse. Her cheek is sowlen and has a cut on it. She has a cut where they hit her on the back of her head. She is ninety present sure that she has a concussion and the rest of injuries devolped. She doesn't know exactually how long she has been there but she would guess that it's been at least a day. After Laim came in there that one time no one else has come down since. She is a little hungry but her fear over powers The feeling.
She trys to see if she can move at all. she trys to sit up but a wave of nasusia comes over her. she pauses on her albows painfully, then swallows and waits for the nasusia to pass. When it does she continues to sit up. She feels with her legs around the best she can, because her hands are tied behind her back so she can't do much. She trys to wiggle her hands free, but the ropes are to tight. She grabs the rope thats conected to the one tied around her hands, and she follows it behind her. she finds that it's connected to a rusty pipe in the cement wall behind her. She scoots towards the wall pushing with her legs, she feels a shooting pain go up her leg with each push.
She feels for the knot. it feels like who ever tied it just tied a bunch of simple knots. she works at the knot. the knot feels old, like it hasn't been untied in a while. Its slightly damp too. it hurts her fingers, but she gets part of the knot untied. She hears some one coming. She hears a click like some one unlocking a door. The door that Liam Fitzpatrick had used to enter the room opens. A light beem, like from a flash light, is shined on her face, and she is temperally blinded by the light.
"Looks like some one woke up" A voice said, it made her skin crowl. she isn't sure weather it was his voice that made her skin crowl, or the situation that she is in. She didn't reconize the voice. Veronica assumes that its a Fitzpatrick, but she isn't sure. He steps forward and reaches behind her head, taking her gag off. she hadn't even noticed that she was wearing one. She guesses that she was to focused on getting her hands untied, to pay attention.
Veronica stays quiet, glaring at the spot where she assumes his head is.
"You know I don't think that we've been formaly interoduced. I'm Sean Fitzpatrick." The flashlight holder says, moving the flash light, like he's swiching hands, never taking it off of her face.
Veronica still doesn't say anything.
The light lowers, like Sean fitzpatrick is squating down. "You know when some one interduces themselves its polite to interduce yourself in return."
Veronica continues to glare.
"You know you'd think that you'd be nicer to me considdering what I could do to you." Sean Fitzpatrick says hinting. when she still doesn't answer him he back hands her across the face. When she crys out in pain he laughs then turns out the flashlight.
Veronica hears his foot steps heading away from her towards the door he used when he came in. When the door closes she feels water running down her cheek. She realizes it's her tears. Then she brakes into sobs, crying for the first time since she was captured. She feels the new pain in her right cheek and all the pervious injuries. She feels a pain in her right ankel she doesn't remember when she hurt her ankel but it feels like its at least sprained. Her headache is worse then it was before. It feels like theres a 10,000 pound animal on her head. She realizes that she may never see her Dad again or Wallace or even that stupid school. That she may never brake into Clemmon's office again. That she may never ask Weevil for a favor again. that she may never see Logan again. that she may never cut down another kid from the flagpole. that she may never ask Mac for help with a case, to hack into some ones email. that she'll never be able to tell logan that she still loves him...
Veronica crys almost sliently so that the Fitzpatricks' won't hear. She realises that pittying herself isn't helping her excape. She she grabs the knot again, and starts pulling at every pice of of the knot she can hoping that one of them losens. she finally feels the knot start to loosen. she's happy about that. she trys to see anything in the room, that might help her know what room she is in, but she can't see two feet in front of her face. the wall behind her is sement brick its painted white. the floors are a dark color. maybe black, maybe blue, maybe gray. she Ununties the rope on the wall and then starts to unwrap it from the pipe. once she finishes she painfully brings her hands under neeth her and around her legs so her hands are infrount of her, and she has a better sence of what the knot is like. She trys to see the knot but it's to dark all she can see is the out line of it.
The knot around her hands are frayed, like they were untied and tied alot. She feels for the end of the rope. When she finds it she follows the the rope up to the knot. she feels that the goes under another part of the rope. she trys to guess which string she should pull on. she pulls on one and it tightens the knot, but when she pulls on the other the rope sticking out gets shorter. she feels releaf that she finally got part of it untied. she feels the rest of the knot, as she pulls on parts of the knot it wares down on her fingers more then the one tied to the pipe, making her fingers hurt more. Its nothing compaired to the rest of the pain she's in but it still hurts. its like when you get a really deep cut and a scrape. You have two different kinds of pain one a stinging burning pain and the other is an ache. The deeper one hurts bad, but the scrape is the pain you notice more. The ropes tighten around her wrist again, but she gets another part of the knot loose. she pulls the rope that was going threw the one she loosened. She continued to work at the knot. After a very long time she finaly gets another part of the knot untied and then moves to work on hte next.
'So they kidnap me, tie me up, and beat me, couldn't they be nice enugh tie the ropes loosly I mean its like none of the crimanals are curtious any more, its like they don't want me to get away or something.'
She starts to unwrap her hands from the rope. Once she finishes she flexes her hands to get the blood moving again, then she stands up and feals the wall to her left. its slightly damp form what she thinks is condensation, but she can't be sure. She keeps walking while fealing along the wall. She walks into a table or something. It might be a counter. She feals along it. she finds a plug on the back wall, it has only one thing pluged into it. She follows it up and it feels like a long rectangle, half of it's medel, half of it's plastic, it feels like a floresent light. She feels for the swich and turns it on. she is blinded by the light. she waits for her eyes to adjust to the light. She looks around the room. It looks like a bacement or a industral room. Its all sament. The cealing beams are vissible. There is a table right next ot the door its the only door in the room.
She had run into a counter and it had cupboards under it and over it. There are boarded windows about a little higher then eye level, there are two windows in the room, one opesit of the door, and one oppsit of the wall she was tied to. She walks over to the door and lissens. She can't hear anything but she trys to look thrugh the door crack, but it is blocked by something she slowly reaches for the door knob as if they could see her or hear her moving. She trys the door knob, but its locked so she walks over to cupboards and looks thrugh them, to see if there is anything she could use to jam the door shut. She finds a bounch wood wedges, and a hammer.
She brings them over to the door and starts to hammer them in all along the bottem of the door. She knows that it probably won't stop them from getting in but it might slow them down. She walks over to one of the windows with the hammer. She trys to pry one of boards off, but the angle is wrong. She looks around the room, trying to see if there is anything to stand on. She sees the table and walks over to it. She puts some weight on it with her hands, testing it to see if it will hold her weight. it doesn't give out, but its shaky. She moves it over towards the window. She climbs on it, and trys she gets one of the boards off again, it gives. she looks out the crack she pried open. the sun is up but its shadowed, like its eather dawn or sunrise. she prys the window the rest of the board off. it makes a loud cladder as it hits the ground. She looks out the window again. The window is about 15 feet above the ground.
Veronica hears some one running towards the door she continuse to pry the next board off. the person unlocks the door. Veronica gets the second board off she hurrys and works on the third. The person trys to open the door, but it doesn't buge. She hears the person yell for some one. She gets the last board off, and then runs over to get the rope. She brakes the rest of the glass away, on the already parscally broken window. Then ties the rope to the leg of the table and throws it out the window. she climbs on to the rope. she hears some one kick open the door, and start shooting at her.
She quickly climbs down the rope. When she reaches the end of the rope, she looks down. The ground is still 8 feet away. She jumps. She lands on her feet, and feels another shooting pain up her leg. it starts hurting twice as much as it was before. She glances at her ankle for the first time. It's swolen really bad. She curses herself for not looking sooner. She looks around to see where she is. She's at a warehouse. She doesn't reconize it, but its doubtable she would reconise any warehouse because they all look pretty similer, but this one seems pretty out of the way.
She can't see any building. Theres three ways to travel on the roads strate, left, or right. she limps quickly across the parking lot. She hears more gun shots being shot in her direction. She gets to the end of the parking lot and looks back because the gun shots have stoped. She turns to the right and takes off running. She runs till she gets to something she can hide behind or in. She finds a old car that was abanded in a patch of trees. It looked like it was crashed into the tree it was wraped around some time in the past.
She climbs in threw the open driver's door and looks around the car. She opens the glovebox, but its empty. She climbs into the back seet and sits with her leg proped up on the middle front seat, so the swelling will go down. She looks back at the warehouse she sees three cars exit all going different directions. She ducks down as the car passes. She quickly looks up to make sure they're gone then everything goes black...
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A/n okay the first part of this chapter was written in the waiting room at the hospital where my dad was having surgey on his neck. I'm sad. I posted the third chapter and no one reviewed. If no one reviews the 4 chapter when I post it I'm thinking about not posting this so this might not get read by any one, but Holly. I mean I didn't even get to reply to the reviews and I love replying to them. Its so fun. i'm a dork, but i'm okay with that. I might just keep posting it till I'm done with this story even if no one reviews, but I'm not sure. I will finish this story I'm just not sure if you guys still want ot read it and yeah... I love hearing what you guys think of my story weather its good or bad I still love hearing what you think.
A/n 10/1/06: I'm so, so sorry about not posting this sooner, but i do have an excuse. So I was waiting for Holly to beta this and like a month and a half ago she up and decides that she isn't going to beta this. so i spent the last month and a half trying to find a beta. I'm not going to stop posting this story. I already finished writing this while i was waiting for Holly to beta this chapter.
So anyway I need a beta. I went over this one my self but it still isn't good enough. If any one wants to be my beta for the rest of the story, tell me in your review.
Disclamer: I don't own Veronica Mars. if i did I don't think that the show would be this good.
A/n when i first wrote the chapter: OMG I was all sad that they made Cassidy the phyco murder. I like Cassidy. He was one of my favorite people on that show. I was all like no no no no no no when I read his name on the picture I mean come on why did they have to have it be him why not Dick I mean I don't like him as much... though he isn't smart enough to do that, but it would have been twist. I can see what every one would have said 'Dick does have the brains' XD... oh, or, or why not lamb?... I know why they didn't kill off some one that you didn't like. They wanted a reaction and they got it. Big time. Every one liked him... when I was wathcing it I knew that he didn't kill Mac. He actually cared about her. Omg when he blew up the plane in the back of my mind I knew that they didn't kill Keith, but that was only the lodgical part of my brain the rest of it was freaking out like 'OMG WHY! he adds humor and and the show won't be the same with out him omg!'... or at least something like that... mkay I need ot watch the BB game. go cavs!
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