Rick
He gasped for air as he was pulled out of the cold water. The water droplets dripped down his forehead, and his lungs twisted erratically.
He closed his eyes as the now familiar feel of the cool blade pressed against the inner part of his right upper arm.
"One more chance, Richard."
"I told you, I. Don't. Know."
"Come on, Richard. You've spent enough time with those cops and FBI agents, not to mention your ancstreal connections. You should know something."
He stiffened in the wooden chair.
"Yes, Richard. We know all about your little visit to Europe."
"He never told me anything."
He relaxed slightly when he felt the metal move away from his arm.
"Guess the old bastard was smarter than we thought", the man mumbled.
He must've given the other men a signal, because before he knew it, his head was being plunged back into the water, and he couldn't breathe.
His lungs were burning from the inside out. I can't breathe. Why can't I breathe? Where was the surface? Why was it so cold? His face felt like it was on fire. Everything was on fire. His lungs, his face, everything.
Suddenly, he had a moment of clarity. They were going to kill him, or someone he loved. He had to escape. I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
Darkness.
***
Well, that was fast. And I totally lost my entire train of thought. Omygods, I have swim practice today. I am going to die. We have a new coach, and the last practice was just- I actually started to black out. This is not going to be fun.
Well, wish me luck.
-Eliza
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Just Her (A Castle Fanfic)
FanfictionFollowing, are the thoughts and ideas of Richard Castle. Unedited. Unread. Unseen. The man behind the madness and the cocky attitude. ---- These are words that have never seen the light of day. So if sunlight somehow managed to filter through the...
