Past Haunts: Chapter 23
La da dee, La da doo, La dee dum... What's this!? A new chapter!? My word! I must read it at once! ;)
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Warnings: -_- really guys? you should know the warnings by now...
Disclaimer: I don't own white collar, just this plot line and OC. *sigh*
Cotton, Charm, and Crowley
Neal's head felt as though it had been stuffed with cotton. Everything felt fuzzy. He had no idea where he was, so, brain addled, and not completely aware, he figured he better just open his eyes and look. So he did.
PAIN! PAIN! The cotton had been replaced with all seven of Snow White's dwarves with pick axes. Neal decided it would be better to let his head settle, before trying that again. He tried to remember what had happened before he had woken up like this, tied to a chair with thick rope chafing his wrists.
He remembered a crash, then...running, he had screamed something...
"Elizabeth, RUN! " Fear now gripped him, as he couldn't recall what ended up of El. In his mind's eye he saw her reaching for the door, then... then WHAT!? He groaned aloud in frustration.
"Boss, he's awake " Neal snapped his head up at the unexpected voice. He hadn't been able to see anything earlier, so he tried his luck now, as to catch a glimpse at his captors.
His head hung heavily, so his vision was limited to the floor. Everything was a bit fuzzy at first. The most he could make out was that the floor was dirty and the 'room' he was in was only lit by natural light. If he could look up then he might be able to make out some landmarks. A pair of very expensive leather shoes came into view.
"Neal Caffrey." His name was drawn out, as if the man was trying to fit it to his appearance. Realizing his prey couldn't lift his head, the man crouched until they were at eye level. His face was, well, average, except for the sheer frigidness in his eyes. It, no pun intended, made Neal shiver as well as he could doped up and tied to a chair. Ice-Eyes cocked his head, examining him as a bird would a worm. 'Should I eat it? Should I not?' When the man pulled back, something broke through the drug induced wall in his head. He recognized this man.
"Obadiah Crowley." The villain nodded, then appraised him once more.
"Can't say this is what I pictured the great Neal Caffrey to look like, though you are a bit... under the weather at the moment." Neal didn't know what the man was trying to get at, but given his history, he knew it wouldn't be something Peter would condone.
"Yeah. It's kinda hard to look your best when you've been kidnapped. Trust me; I know from experience. So, for what reason have I been attacked, drugged, and tied to a chair?" Crowley had stood up and turned his back on Neal, seeming bored. At this, though, he turned back around. And smiled.
"I need you to draw something out, and then," He slowly stalked forward, then leaned down, resting his hands on top of Neal's. Neal wanted to squirm away from the stroking fingers. "Then, I'm going to need these wonderful hands of yours to do a job for me." Then he just walked away, his henchmen following; the door (steel, thick, no lock on this side...) closed with a finality that would have made Neal's heart stop, had it been beating at that moment.
Neal hadn't been lying when he said he knew what being kidnapped was like. He had experience with situations like these, but there was only ever him involved. People had tried many times to convince him to do a job for them, but they never had anything on him that would compel him to give in. Now, he had people; people that cared about him, people that could get hurt. This is why cons don't get attached. Neal took a few moments to mentally berate himself before getting to work on the restraints.
It was taking forever, and Neal knew he didn't have that long. In all of the time he had been left alone, the most he had accomplished was ripping the skin on his wrists to shreds. He winced and let out a heavy breath, letting his hands to fall limp off of the arm rests. Neal didn't want it to, but his mind drifted to Peter and El.
They were his family now, whether he wanted it or not, and, oh, did he want it. His chest ached when he thought about them, then his breathing hitched as he thought of all of the trouble he had brought into their lives. He wanted them as family, he really did, but he wasn't good for them. Neal Caffrey was a con man, and con men don't get attached for a reason. The door slammed open, causing Neal's head to shoot up and make him dizzy.
"Mr. Caffrey, glad you're awake. I was afraid I was going to have to have my men rouse you," Crowley sauntered right up to the man tied to the chair and knelt down to meet his eyes. "And trust me," His expression darkened. "You don't want that." Neal put all of his strength into glaring at the crime boss, but his attempt only made the man laugh.
"Tied to a chair, barely awake, with a captor immune to his charms, and he still rebels. You really are the Neal Caffrey. Well, you don't have to wait any longer. The fun's about to begin." There was a commotion emanating from the blackened doorway behind Crowley. Neal leaned to the side to see, fearing that they had somehow captured Peter, or that they were dragging El in here. The men came through the door. No, it was much worse than that.
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