°•Never Hated•°

-Chapter 9- Thinking and Hoping

"What do you mean..?" Bruce asked. Robin and Finney stayed silent. "What do you mean!" Bruce demanded. "Tell me!" "We think she's in danger!" Robin shouted. "We don't know how, but we know she's in danger!" Robin said while fidgeting with his fingers. Finney and Robin were scared they didn't know what to do, they were begging that she wasn't kidnapped, if she was there was nothing they could do.

"What the fuck are you shit heads screaming at?" Vance said coming into the room. He saw their faces, and realised it was a serious moment. "Anyone gonna inform me?" Vance asked waiting for a answer. "We think Raven's in danger."
Robin repeated for the third time. "What?" Vance said.  "She's probably out with her friends, yknow that Finney kid." Vance said. Robin pointed to Finney behind him.

Vance's face fell a little. "She's probably fine." Vance said walking away. In all fairness, he didn't think she was fine, he just wanted to give them hope. "You're not even gonna worry a little bit about her, are you?" Finney spoke up. Vance turned his head to look at him "What do you want me to do? I can't do shit, remember. People still think we're dead." Vance said in response. "You are worried about her, aren't you?" Finney said. "You also ignored my question." "I'm a little bit worried." Vance said, giving him an answer. Vance walked away before anymore questions could be asked.

Raven woke up to a large, metal door being opened. "Goodmorning." A voice said. "I made you breakfast."
Raven slowly got up to see her surroundings, that's when she realised. "I'm not eating that." Raven said firmly. "You are quite fiesty, aren't you." The voice said. "But, why wouldn't you eat, I thought you'd be hungry by now." "You probably poisoned it." Raven spoke. A cold, raspy laugh came from the door. "Why would I poison you?" He asked. "I don't need too." He said coldly, before leaving. He shut the door with a bang.

Raven got up and started walking around, it was a self-soothing technique. She was scared, terrified. She decided to take the food, and brought it to the bed. No doubt about it, she was starving. She saw there was a bottle of ice cold water, she thought about it for a second, then decided to put it on her arm, where it was bruised. She winced at the sensation,the cold sensation  sent shock waves down her body.

She heard the door open, and quickly hid the bottle behind her back, she was scared he'd take it away. "Do you know someone called, Finney Blake?" The man asked. "Why do you wanna know?" Raven asked. "He killed someone close to me." He said. "Do you mean, the Grabber?" She asked quietly. A low noise came from the man. She took it as a yes. "Do you look up to him..?" Raven asked. "You''re a perceptive one, aren't you?" He said. "I'm his nephew." "Why would you look up to a monster, like him." She asked. "He was a amazing man, a mastermind. Who wouldn't want to be like him." He told her. "Loads of people, he hurt people, he was going to hurt more. But Finney stopped him." Raven said. She saw him clench his fists, he swung a fist at her. She yelped in pain and moved back.

"Never, and I mean never talk about my uncle like that.." He said coldly leaving the room with a loud bang.After he left, Raven put a hand the her jaw, it was bleeding. She quickly wiped it away and went to the tray on the bed, she grabbed the bottle of water and poured a bit on her hand, held it up to her jaw, to wash away the blood.Finney called the police, that was Robins only form of comfort. "Robin, if you keep bitting your nails, you'll soon bite into your fingers." Bruce said. Robin gave him a look. "Sorry, my Dad used to tell me that, to get me to stop." Bruce said rubbing the back of his neck.Finney had gone home, he went there so he could answer police questions. He was used to that. Robin begged him to stay, it didn't work.

Robin knew Raven for, about a week. But knowing that she went missing, scared him. Who wouldn't be scared? Vance. Robin thought Vance wasn't scared. Even though, Vance did care. He cared a lot. Vance disliked Raven. But, knowing she could be going through the same thing as him, scared him.

Raven noticed a pattern in the way he'd do things. Every second visit he'd leave the door open, every third visit he'd come down with food. He only did six visits a day, each evenly spaced out. She watched from the small window that she'd been down there for three days, but it felt like longer. Sometimes, she'd close her eyes and pretend she was back home, in her room listening to music while reading. But no. She was trapped in a basement, with no hope of escaping.

But she had hope, she had a plan. If he ever left the door open and left the house, she'd run. She planned this all day. By the time she was asleep, or pretended to be, she listened to the outside world. It was normal noises, the wind blowing, trees swaying. But, she heard a noise, a car door opening and closing, a car driving away. It was coming from ontop of her. Her kidnapper was leaving, she made a mental note of this. '3rd day night, he left to go somewhere'.

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