The side of my face was wet and sticky. I tried to lift up my hand to wipe it off but they were restrained somehow. I opened my eyes and saw nothing everything was black. There was a faint light in the corner but not enough to help me see anything. My hands were hand cuffed together and I was connected to something. Just then a door flew open and light flood the room.
"Fuck." God that made my head hurt. I tried to look away from the bright light. I looked down and I saw the entire front of my shirt was covered in blood.
"Mr. Jane you are finally awake, it has been almost a full day. I was worried you would not wake up." He snickered softly to himself. I really wanted to bash his face in at that moment.
"Yeah lucky me." My entire right side of my face was numb.
"Wow I really fucked up your face. Do you want to see?" Before I could respond he grabbed a mirror from somewhere outside the door. Holding it up to my face I looked at my blood covered face. My eye brow had a large gash over it my lip was torn open and my nose was broken and sideways. The last time I looked like this was when my wife's dad kicked my ass after her funeral. I was in the hospital for three days.
"Yes. I see you seemed to fuck it up. How am I supposed to get women now?" I joked. He was just staring at me. I wondered how psychotic he was and if there was a way out of this.
"You are funny." He said bluntly and it scared me. He put the mirror down and walked out of the room leaving the door open. Ten minutes later he came back in with a baseball bat.
"So how do you want to die Mr. Jane?"
"Wow you are even interactive and shit. Well I do not know why don't you surprise me?" I looked up at him he was smiling. Well that has to be good if he is in a good mood. Maybe he will kill me in a nonviolent way. Pssht. Who am I kidding? He was going to bash my head in with a fucking baseball bat and all I could do is let it happen.
To my surprise he just walked out of the room again not returning for several hours. I sat there trying to think of a way out. I felt something buzz in my pocket it scared my half to death. My phone. It was in the side pocket of my jacket. How the hell do I get it out? I had to try to get my jacket off. Slowly I started to slide the jacket off my shoulder using my cheek to push it off. The jacket slid down to where my hands were cuffed to the wall. Reaching for my phone he walked in I quickly slid the phone into my boxers. God this was an awkward feeling.
"I'm back." He was such a dick.
"No shit Sherlock I can see dumbass." Wow I have no idea why I was being a dick myself. I always try to stay calm in these types of situation but today I just couldn't manage to do so.
"Well I see someone is a little testy."
"Really, well I just got the shit kicked out of me and I am handcuffed to a wall on a strange place. I wonder why I would not be in the best mood? It just baffles my mind." God I really need to shut up I am going to make him angry.
"Fine you want to be a jackass. I will show you what happens to people who piss me off." He walked out of the room and returned with a shovel.
"Oh fuck."
"Well I can tell you this now if you survive this little encounter you will have trouble getting any." He held the shovel behind his back and swung as hard as he could. The shovel smashed into the side of my head. The top of it hit my ear and I could feel fresh blood running down my cheek.
"Do you always have this much hospitality Mr. Were?" He brought the shovel back up and smashed it into my nose. The blow blurred my vision and I could barely see anything.
"Only to the special guests, Mr. Jane."
"I feel honored that you consider me special. The last person to call me that was my mother."
"Do you ever shut up?"
"No. I am a social butterfly you stupid mother fucker." Wow his face change three colors of red then. It was pretty awesome. I sort of felt like I was high. He grabbed the front of shirt and got really close to my face.
"What the fuck are you trying to do?" His words were laced with hatred. I just burst out laughing. I could not help it he just looked funny when he was angry. He brought his hand up to my face and grabbed ahold of my nose and snapped it back into place.
"FUCK!" That hurt more than the shovel did. Blood was oozing from my nose. Fuck that it was like fountain. He walked away smiling and laughing hysterically. I reached back to grab the phone out of my pants. My head was splitting open and I was starting to lose consciousness. Pushing the one key and holding it in it started ringing.
"Agent Lisbon?" She sounded angry.
"Lisbon it is Jane can you track this number please? Ben made me his next target. Hurry he is really mad and I think he is coming back. I have to go sorry." Closing the phone I returned it back to its hiding place. Ben walked back into the room.
"Who are you talking to?"
"No one I am going insane and talking to myself. It tends to happen to people who are disorientated." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. Walking up to me he unlocked my hand from the wall and hauled me up in the air by my sore ear. He replaced the cuffs back onto my hand and we walked over to a small table in the corner of the room. He threw me into the chair. Grabbing the baseball bat he brought it harshly down against my knee. I could feel it pop.
"What the fuck?"
"I can have you trying to escape now can I?" He ripped me out of the chair and forced me out the door. He semi-supported my weight as we hobbled into what looked like some sort of morgue. This guy was beyond creepy stalker.
"Were you raped as a child?" I just blurted that out with no real rhyme or reason.
"What?"
"Did someone force themselves onto as a child?" I still could not figure out why I was acting so strange. I would pry into people's lives that was what I did for a living, but this was different. I really just wanted to make him angry. Almost like I wanted him to cause me pain.
"No. Were you?"
"Nope."
"Then why did you start this random topic of conversation?"
"I am not entirely sure." He sat me down in yet another chair. The room smelled like dead people. He walked over to a fridge that was placed in the corner opposite from me grabbing a needle from the counter beside the fridge. He opened the fridge and grabbed a small glass thing. I was starting to lose consciousness as the room was spinning.
"Wow this room looks really cool right now almost like when you were a kid and you throw all the random things in the blender and turn it on."
"Well I am glad you find pleasure in that." He walked over to me with the needle in his hand. He placed his hand on my ear and pushed my head down. I could feel the needle puncture my skin. Then I could not feel anything. The room cleared up for a few seconds and I could see the door fly open.
"CBI put the needle down." It was Cho. Wow majorDéjà vu. I myself fall off the chair. Lisbon ran over to me and checked my pulse.
"He is fading." Everything happened so fast after that Lisbon was trying to keep me awake and my body just shutdown. Everything turned black.
