CSI: Heavy Rain
Next chapter of my CSI/Heavy Rain story, enjoy.
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The Lizard
2.117 inches of rainfall
Sara slowly drove up to the address on the origami paper and for a minute thought there was some mistake. The building looked abandoned and burnt out, she double-checked the address, it was the right one. Shrugging she got out of the car, grit her teeth against the pain and then walked over to the building, it was unlocked. She walked inside and looked inside, after climbing up a set of stairs she spotted a door with a lizard painted on it. She hurried over as quickly as she could and tried to open it, but it was locked. She groaned and then turned around, she then noticed on the ground were several porcelain lizard figures on the ground. She knelt down to examine them; she picked them up when suddenly one of them rattled. She froze before suddenly making up her mind. She smashed the figure on the ground and, sure enough, there was a key inside. She picked it up and turned back to the door, the key fit and she unlocked it. She entered the room and looked around surprised. The room was bland with several strange instruments scattered around it, there was a table and chair in the middle of the room, on it was a GPS like device.
Still confused Sara walked over to the chair; she sat down and then reached out and touched the screen. Surprisingly the screen showed her, sitting at the table, the female voice from the GPS from the first trial spoke.
"Welcome, are you prepared to make a sacrifice to save your child? You have five minutes to use the instruments in this room to cut off the end of one of your fingers."
Sara stared in shock at this.
'What, this is fucking crazy…He wants me to…' She thought but then saw the timer appear.
"Your time starts now." The voice said and the timer began counting down from five minutes.
Sara quickly jumped out of the seat and looked around quickly. She spotted something she could use right away, embedded in the kitchen wall was a sharp bread knife. She hurried over and pulled it out; she hurried back and laid it on the table. Her eyes then fell on a steel rod lying next to the table, she glanced back at the stove in the kitchen, she got an idea.
'Of course, I can heat the rod; I'll need something to cauterize the wound.'
She grabbed the rod and hurried back into the kitchen and turned on the stove, she heated the rod and hurried back to the table and placed it down. Finally she darted into the bathroom and pulled out a bottle of disinfectant, she set it down and sat down.
She took a deep breath and prepared herself.
'Okay, okay, here we go…I can do this.' She mentally told herself.
She then noticed that she had three and a half minutes left. She immediately applied the disinfectant, covering the whole of the smallest finger on her left hand. She put the bottle down and picked up the knife, she placed her finger down on the table and forced herself to take several deep breaths. She raised the knife and prepared to bring it down with one swift motion, but faltered at the last second, stopping just short. She gasped heavily but then shook her head.
'What am I doing, think about Holly, I've gotta do this…for her.'
Taking another deep breath she focused and readied herself again. This time she didn't hesitate, she slammed the blade down cut cleanly through the end of her smallest left finger. She screamed in agony, blinded by pain, she cracked open one eye and saw the end of her finger had been cut clean off. She dropped the knife and groped for the heated rod. She grabbed it and pressed it against the wound, screaming again as the pain returned until finally the wound was cauterized. Finally her vision cleared except for the tears of pain. She dropped the rod and leaned back in the seat, trying to ignore the pain and the blood.
Finally, after a brief pause the voice from the GPS spoke.
"Congratulations, your reward is beneath the floorboards under the desk."
Sara reacted instantly; she pushed the chair back and ducked under the table. She used her good hand to pry the loose floorboards open; sure enough the memory card was there. She picked it up and sat back at the desk. She plugged the card into the phone, fought to stay in control as the video showed Holly, now up to her waist in water. The hangman then showed, more letters were revealed.
4_6 _ut_ Va_ey _ew B_le_ard
Sara sighed, she was getting closer.
'Just two more trials…I'm nearly there.' She thought before pocketing the phone andforcing herself to stand, she cradled her injured hand close to her chest as she walked back outside. Once back in her car she grit her teeth and drove back home.
When she arrived Grissom stared in shock at her latest injury.
"This guy is fucking crazy," Was the only explanation Sara offered, Grissom nodded in agreement and helped her through to the kitchen.
As she sat contemplating what had just happened Grissom cleaned off the blood and bandaged her hand.
"Sara, listen to me," He began, Sara shook her head, "I know what you're gonna say Gil…I understand, I'll…I'll try and get some sleep tonight, then I'll do the last two trials tomorrow."
Grissom nodded, "Okay, there, you're done."
Sara nodded and followed him to the bedroom, hoping that the remaining two trials would not be as brutal as this one.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.