Ah… here is chapter two… I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes and so on…
Erm… I hope that I am able to keep the character…well in character.
I actually don't like this chapter myself… Then again…I never like anything I write…
Please review… I kinda expect all will be bad though…. Tell me straight if it is bad…
Seeing him fight trilled her. Seeing him relaxing due to the drug trilled her just as much. Just looking at him alive made her feel so excited. For so long she watched him, studied him. Finally he was in her hands.
"It is done. His tracking anklet is out." One of her man informed her.
She grinned, "Then what are we waiting for?"
She looked at her watch; the time is 3.30 AM.
She giggled, "That was faster than I thought. Pass me the tracking anklet!"
Peter stared at the tracking anklet at his office table. A gigantic 'A' was carved for all to see.
"Who sent it?" Peter questioned, his voice furious "And why isn't there any information on the anklet till now?"
Jones shook his head, "I'm sorry Boss but we could not find out who sent it and…"
"Someone hacked into the Marshal system at 3 plus. It only cleared when you received the package." Diana completed the sentence.
Peter sighed, "So we could say Neal or who ever that have him had a six hour head start?" Peter massaged the bridge of his eyes, "He could be anywhere now…"
He stared at the carving, it feels really familiar.
A picture with Neal's signature appeared in his head, followed by a name card with Neal's initials.
He froze. "Oh God…" he whispered.
"What is it Boss?" Diana asked.
"Neal is the art."
Neal was screaming in his dreams and he woke up screaming. His nightmare was still haunting him… First it was Kate in the plane motioning him to come to her and the plane exploded, as it exploded he felt hands holding him down and when he opened his eyes he was injected with something and he woke up.
He massages the bridge of his nose to get the stress out of his eyes. He heard someone entering his room.
"Moz? Can you help me get a glass of water…? I don't feel too good…" Neal moaned, as Mozzie passed him a glass of cold water. He drank the water greedily and forced his eyes to open. His vision was blurry as he saw Mozzie with black hair patting his head. He froze. Mozzie don't have hair! He rubbed his eyes. He opened his eyes again.
A lady with a short black bob hair was staring into his face. Her skin was fair and her lip was red. Her brown eyes were filled with love and kindness.
He pulled back, only to realize that he was chained to the bed. He glared.
"Beautiful… truly beautiful…" She smiled like a twelve year old child, "You are finally in my possession."
Neal was stunned, he had been captured and kidnapped before but he never known even one kidnapper would call him beautiful. And whenever it was possible they would beat him up.
"What do you want from me?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
Her smile brightens, "What do you think I want, Neal?"
"You want me to work with you?" Neal asked.
"No! Of course not! If you work with me, then it won't take long before the FBI comes knocking on my door and sent my ass to prison, don't you think?" She laughed.
"Then what? You want me to be your pet or something?" Neal gave a short laughed.
She gave a giggle, "Maybe?"
"Ah… I see." Neal nodded, hiding all other emotion behind a smiling mask.
The door clicks open, "Anastasia, Keller is here."
"Bring him in please." She flashed a sweet smile.
One bulky man walked in dragging Keller, he then threw him down on the floor.
Keller groaned.
Neal stared at Keller in horror, what is Keller doing here? Keller was bleeding at the mouth and his left eye was blue black and extremely swollen. His left arm was bending in a weird angle.
"Mr Keller? Are you alright? Did my men hit you too hard?" She tried to help him up, "But you do deserve it… after all you did try to run after owing us so much money"
She gave him a look of sympathy, "If I kill you… then I'll never be able to get my money…" She started pacing, "Let's just fix you up before I give you a job."
Keller flinched when the man grabbed him by legs, the man started moving causing him to fall forward and he was dragged face down out of the room screaming for the person to stop.
"If I had been home… then Neal would not be gone… Neal could be suffering right now." June cried.
Peter squeeze her shoulders, "We will find him and bring him back home safely."
"Boss… the doors leading to Neal's room were all picked and we found half a footprint on the floor. Other than that, there are no more other signs… No fingerprints… no signs of struggle… You got to admit, they are good…" Diana sighed.
"Yeah, but we are better."
Neal hated Keller but that does not mean he want to see him dead. After all, he hated violence. The lady by the name of Anastasia had told him that he can go ahead get himself out of the chains, then proceeding to tell him how many men are guarding the house. Before she left him alone, she told him that Keller will most probably die. He had shuddered at her words, she sounded so normal. When she left, he did what she expected him to do, pick all the locks and kicking the chains off. He knew that acting along with her would ensure his safety, escape could always come later. He was not an impatient man; he could wait and enjoy what they provide for him now. The longer he waits the easier it was to escape.
He curled up into a ball in the bed with all the cover wrapping him up, he took a short 10 minutes nap, brainstorming along the way on how to save Keller before getting up to explore the room.
The room was gigantic, there was even a place to work out, draw and read. He moved to the bathroom, it was just a beautiful as his room. Everything was to his taste… Maybe even better…The only thing that is disappointing is the closet. It was filled with white cloths and nothing else. He looked down at his pants; it was the only wearable thing here, if only he had slept with a shirt on too.
He walked out of the closet and took a seat on the bed. The main door clicks open.
"Miss me?" Anastasia smiled.
"Yeah, I wanted to ask you. What am I suppose to wear?" He pouted a little.
"You mean the cloths?" She laughed, "That is for you to decide how you want wear them, though it will be nice if you walk with nothing."
She motioned her men in, "Now I'm here for another thing…"
Neal's eyes widened in fear at the branding tool the man was holding. It took all of his experience to show a face devoid of emotions. He doubted he could survive himself let alone save Keller.
She took the branding tool from the man and slowly walked toward him. The hot iron was moving closer and closer to him. His whole body wanted to run and scream for help but he remained glued to the bed. His brain was working furiously, finding a path out of the mess he was in. God, he hopes it works…
Sorry for the truly disappointing chapter… the ideas are in my head but the words won't come out… So I'm sorry… Ah man and so many ppl alerted this story... I feel truly bad now