"Danny!" Lindsay called. Her heart leapt at the sound of his voice.
"Oh my god Lindsay!" Danny said. He seemed relieved to hear her voice as well. "Lindsay, where the hell are you?"
"C'mon Lindsay, give us some idea where you are." Danny pleaded.
"I have no idea, Danny. I don't recognize this side of town. Look, my phones dying quickly and the guy's right behind me." Lindsay explained. Lindsay was one flight from the final escape, but he was two flights above her.
"Linds, describe your surroundings." Adam called
Lindsay looked around her frantically. "I'm about two blocks from the docks. I'm not sure whether I'm on the east side or west, but there's tons of old apartments and docking warehouses around me. I can't give you a better description in the dark." He phone beeped into her ear.
Lindsay pushed herself to the edge and climbed down the ladder. The ladder slid toward the ground with Lindsay on it. It stopped abruptly several feet above the ground. Lindsay jumped down onto the cold ground. The man was above her on the last flight. Lindsay turned and broke into a run.
"You're doin' fine kiddo, just keep talkin'." Danny said.
Lindsay turned from the escape and ran down the alley toward the populated street. Her feet ached as they pounded against the ground. Every few feet, Lindsay would feel another prick of something sharp. She didn't dare look behind her. She pushed herself harder. Lindsay pushed her broken body to its limits, and it wasn't enough. The lack of nourishment and abuse took its toll. Lindsay ran down the cold street. She could hear the man landing on the ground and starting his chase.
As she neared the mouth of the alley, Lindsay caught sight of her savoir, "I see a street sign!"
"What's it say?" Mac demanded.
"It-" Lindsay was cut off. Something drove into her back, knocking her to the ground. The phone fell from her hands and clattered into the street. The man grabbed Lindsay's foot and dragged her back into the alley. Lindsay clawed at the ground, "No! Let me go! Danny hurry!"
He grabbed Lindsay's arms and hauled her to her feet. Lindsay fought back as hard as she could, hitting him, kicking him. His grip tightened on her hands and he tossed her over his shoulder. Lindsay continued beating against his back, kicking him, anything to get him to let her go.
He turned from the street and walked back to the apartment complex. His hand grabbed Lindsay's legs, keeping them still. His grip would surely leave a bruise on her legs. It felt like a vice, cutting off circulation to her leg.
"You ruined it! You ruined everything!" he screamed.
Lindsay didn't reply.
"After everything I've done for you, you ruined everything!" he yelled.
"Everything you've done for me? Just what have you done for me? You abducted and raped me! You murdered two women!" Lindsay demanded. She elbowed him in the back of the head.
He dropped Lindsay onto the floor. He grabbed her leg and pulled her into the room. The door slammed behind him. Lindsay rolled onto her back and stood up. The man walked to the side table near the door and grabbed a syringe and vial. He switched vials five times before the entire syringe was filled. He looked back at Lindsay with hate-filled eyes.
"I didn't want to kill you, Lindsay. But now I have no choice." he said.
Lindsay backed away from the man. He walked towards her slowly. Lindsay ran as fast as she could. She knocked over anything and everything she could reach to slow him down. Lindsay heard him stumbled over one of the tables and made a break for the door. She flipped the lock and pulled the door open.
Lindsay ran down the hallway with the man right behind her. Her rushing footsteps echoed through the empty complex. She hurried down the stairwell, toward the exterior of the complex. Through the rushing of her steps, Lindsay could hear the sirens coming down the road. She was so close to safety.
Then some heavy force struck her back. Lindsay stumbled down another flight of stairs before ceasing at the break. She groaned and rolled onto her back. The man straddled her stomach, grabbing her hands. Lindsay thrashed her hands, trying to free them from his iron grip. He pinned her hands above her head and brought the syringe to her arm.
"No! No don't please!" Lindsay begged.
The sirens outside were louder. She could hear the screeching of tires and rushing footsteps coming into the complex. The syringe pierced the skin on her underarm. Lindsay winced and screamed. She could feel the drug concoction invading her bloodstream again. The complex immediately began spinning. Her chest became heavy, making her breathing extremely difficult. Her motions were sluggish and useless.
"NYPD freeze!" someone screamed.
The man looked down the stairwell. He pulled Lindsay to her unsteady feet and held her in front of him.
"Let her go Brenan!" Lindsay recognized Mac's stern voice.
"Fine." Brenan release-pushed really- Lindsay down the stairwell. Lindsay's attempts to steady herself ended tragically. She hit the stairs and rolled down them. Her head collided with the stairs, knocking everything out of balance. The world danced around her, growing darker and darker. Lindsay finally stopped at the base of the stairwell, succumbing to the enveloping darkness.
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pro, lindsay is found.
con; lindsay is going to die
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ok, maybe not. but she's not in good condition.
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