Will Never Give Up (Chap.4)

A Ghost Whisperer Story By

HCBalwayshappy

Unfeeling. That's how she felt right now, her head and body hurt, but she didn't feel the pain. Her heart was racing, but she couldn't feel the beat. She just laid there in the back of the car with her eyes closed, feeling numb, as if she was no longer a part of this world. Slowly she opened her eyes, as wonder and curiosity overcame her, and she slowly sat up and looked out the window just in time to see, the sign, the sign that said Narrow Walk, The trail she had hiked up only days ago.

"Glad to see you're awake Ms. Gordon," The man driving said, Melinda was confused for just a second, one second, then she realized who that was.

"Allan?"

"Wow, you're quick. I'm impressed." Then he looked at her and noticed she was sitting up, not crying, not shaking, didn't even look surprised. This wasn't right, no one, nobody that he has ever taken, looked that calm. "Aren't you surprised?" He had to ask.

"Actually, a little bit," Melinda answered truthfully. Her head was still fuzzy, and she still hurt, but she knew she had to stay calm. Yes, she was surprised, surprised he found her so fast, surprised that she wasn't scared. He just didn't know how much Melinda has gone through in her life.

"Scared?"

"No." He just stared at her through the rear view mirror. When he first saw her, she looked like a girl who would be scared, who didn't know how to protect herself. Someone who has never been in a dangerous situation before. Looking at her now, he saw just how wrong he was, now he's just wondering who exactly he 'picked up'.

"You don't seem like the kidnapper, killer, type of person. You probably got me because you found out I'm the one who found John." When she said his name, something changed, something happened, his eyes, they looked sad, for the briefest moment. Then it was gone, the cold eyes once again.

"How did you know that I was his killer?"

"Easy, you come in the middle of the day, take your person, everybody sees, but the cop doesn't get here in time. So am I right, is that why you took me?"

"No. I took you, because I met you."

"You can't tell me you kidnap everyone you meet, are you?" He laughed, she was really starting to amuse him. Maybe, he might actually keep her around longer than originally planned. Unfortunately for her, that was never good.

"No, No, Now be quiet, we're almost there," He said. Melinda almost said something, she nearly did, but then she looked at him, the man in the car was gone. He was a killer now, it was all in his eyes. Great! I'm kidnapped by a guy with different personalities.She was then that the fear started to set in, the feeling, her courage was still there. But her worry for the spirits, for her husband, and her friends, started to consume her. She didn't want to die, not yet.

The car stopped, the man got out, Melinda watched as he made his way towards her side, and opened the door. In his hand he was holding a rag. His eyes, evil. Grabbing Melinda's arm he yanked her towards him and used the rag to cover her nose and mouth. It took only a few seconds of kicking and muffled scream, until finally she fell silent.

The prisoner looked up, fear in her eyes, as were all of the other prisoners who were down there as they heard the door open and heard the familiar steps coming down the stairs. All of them had one question in there mind, Who is next. They looked around, at the others faces, worried, but nearly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that he was carrying someone down the stairs. That meant no one was going to die today, but it also meant that someone else was being brought into the torture.

Of course their feeling of relief, was immediately brought to a halt, when they witnessed who he was carrying. A young woman, who looked as though, she was barely in her early to mid twenties. A whole life ahead of her. All of the other young ones were gone, killed. In fact only a few prisoners remained, it has been awhile, since he brought in another person. Ever since John, no one has come in at all. He walked down the hallway, past empty cells, carrying her like she was someone he actually cared about.

He walked up to an empty cage right next to a prisoner, opened it up and slowly placed her inside. Stepping out he locked the door and glared at each of the five prisoners left. All of them looked at him, then looked at the poor unconscious girl in the cell. Most of them were broken, now just wishing the monster would die, and they'd be the last ones he'd kill. Their hope for escape, gone.

"It's Her!"an unknown voice said near Melinda.

"The one they talked about, the one he went to see."

"But he got her, that's not good. She's the only hope for all of us on our side. The only good one left, that hasn't died, given up, or ignored their powers."

"What are we going to do?"

"Hey she's waking up!"

Melinda Gordon shot up, from the cell. She looked around, she was surrounded by spirits. The feeling was overwhelming. They were all different. Young, and old. Each of them stared at her, all of them.

"Are you all here because of him?" Melinda asked. They all nodded. So did the living. It was then that she noticed the other people in the room and the spirits disappeared. Shaking her head she looked at them and saw their faces, they were sad, hurt, and obviously under fed.

"How long have you been here?" She asked.

"two months," said an older woman, about forty.

"Same," A man about the same age stated.

"three months," Said another man, thirty, maybe.

"one and a half," Said another girl, early thirties.

"Three and a half," Said another, probably fifty year old man, "How old are you? What's your name?"

"Melinda, I'm Twenty Four. You?"

"Adam, Fifty one."

"Why did he take you, all of you?"

"We got in his way. Got too close. Didn't give a big show, just took us, he sent a note to the police station and our families. You?" Adam asked.

"I don't know, he helped me with my car. Then four days later, showed up at my shop, and took me in front of the whole town," Melinda explained. The man shook his head and was about to speak when the door opened. And of course 'Allan' stepped down. His gun in his hand. He walked towards cell of the other man.

"They didn't guess my name! He picked up the weak, worn down man and pressed the gun to his heart, he was about to shoot him.

"STOP IT!" Melinda yelled.

He glared at her, the man that was about to get shot smiled at her, Melinda stared into his eyes. She didn't want anymore to get killed. But the killer smirked, then shot the man anyway. Melinda shut her eyes, as the shot rang out. Without saying another word, Allan, picked up the lifeless body and carried him up the stairs.

The ghost of the man that had just gotten shot, looked at her.

"Thank you," The man said, "You tried to stop him. Made me feel wanted, special, one last time. Thanks." Then he disappeared.

Adam shook his head, because he knew, Melinda was in a bunch of trouble. Just like John was, and all the others, the ones that Allan had actually gone through the trouble to kidnap them in front of people. He looked at the young girl once again, she cared so much, he could see it, she was one of those people who pretty much cared about everybody.

I hope you live through this Melinda, I really do.

Okay! I am so sorry this took me forever to update! And that this is really boring. Also sorry I had to kill off another prisoner, and that he doesn't really seem evil! But it will all make sense in the end and if you have any questions, or things your confused about. Please ask! And if there is anything you don't like or anything I need to work on. Please tell me. Sorry this was boring! The next one will be better! Thanks!

-HCB