Destruction

Chapter 12

(General's POV)

Lucy's grandmother gets another video by email and we put it on the screen. It only lasts a few seconds before it's suddenly shut off. I frown at the screen. That was odd. 

"Have you tried tracing it?" I ask our tech. 

"No tracker," He says, shrugging.

"Figure out something, anything. We need to find this little son of a bitch," I growl. 

"This is so bad, this is so bad," Lucy's grandmother repeats. She's rocking on her heels, her dainty hands covering her tear stained face. 

"No, this is good. Not what's in the video of course, but we can at least try and get something from this. We can try to gather information from the video," I reassure her. She just keeps crying. "Why don't you take her home," I look to Lucy's grandfather. 

He just nods, grabbing his wife's arm, leading her out of the precinct. I sigh, rubbing a hand down my face. 

"Alright, it's time to make the drop off. How do we get a message to this asshole?" I snap. 

"We can send him a message, I think, from the email he used," Our tech says. 

I nod, "Let's do it." 

We set up a camera and I stand at the table, my palms flat against it. A frown covers my whole face as the recording starts. "Alright, listen up, Peter. We'll give you the money in exchange for the girl," I say. "At the corner of 52nd and Burmount in the blue recycle bin at 6. Meet there or your chance for the money is gone," I snap. 

The recording shuts off and I sigh, trying to contain my composure until the designated time. 

(Lucy's POV)

"Hell yeah!" I hear someone shout. I sit up in my bed, momentarily disoriented. 

I try to speak. My voice comes out in a whisper. That's progress, at least. Peter barges in the room as I look up at the door. "Get up, go shower," Peter says. 

I frown, giving him a questioning look. "You're going the hell home, Lucy. Go shower," He says. He looks sympathetic for a moment and I can't help the sheer joy that comes over me. I run to the bathroom and nearly fall. 

I take a cold shower, washing the dirt from my body and my hair. With a band I find under the cabinet, I put my hair up in a high ponytail. I put on the now clean clothes that I was kidnapped in. They have bad memories, but I just want something of my own for once. 

I put on the skinny jeans and the black sleeveless shirt. I even put my own converses back on. I look around, wondering if I should take anything. I don't see anything that would lead back here, so I just walk downstairs, meeting Peter in the kitchen. 

There's McDonald's sitting on the table. My mouth waters. "You're going to want to eat. Trust me," He says. 

I sit down and grab a ten piece chicken and a big mac, along with large fries and a large soda. "This is all for me?" I whisper, my voice still hoarse. He nods, staring at me.

I begin to eat, not being able to help the strange sounds I make. Peter watches me, laughing at times. Why is he acting so weird?

I sit there and eat in silence, except for the strange noises that escape my lips. When I finish, Peter hurries to throw everything away. 

He grabs my arm and drags me out to the car, buckling me into the passenger seat like I can't do it myself. He gets into the driver's side and starts the engine. "Where are we going?" I whisper. 

The reality of everything is beginning to settle in and I have the strange feeling something bad is going to happen. Maybe he wanted me to have that last meal so he could kill me. 

What if the police aren't giving him the money and he's going to kill me, just like he promised?

Panic rises in me and I continue to overthink everything. To me, though, it doesn't feel like overthinking. I look for an escape from the car, but I know it's useless. 

We drive for an hour, back into the city. My leg bounces up and down the whole way there. "We're almost there," Peter mumbles. 

He parks on the side of the road and I look around. As I examine everything, the roads are deserted. When I look closer, I can see barrels of guns outside of windows. I can even see police in heavy uniform with boots on the ground. 

Am I really going to get to go home? 

My heart speeds up at the thought. Peter rolls down the window. "Let me get the money first and then you can have the girl!" He shouts.

A voice, vaguely familiar, responds, "Hurry the hell up!" Peter grins, getting out. He locks the doors on his way out. I don't dare move. 

Peter jogs across the street to a blue recycling bin. An officer steps out, a huge gun pointed right at Peter. Peter just smirks, reaching into the bin. 

He pulls out a big black bag and then jogs back to the car. He opens the door, sliding in. I look to him hopefully. 

"Alright, go. Walk slowly, no sudden movements. Understand?" He asks.

I nod, trying to catch my breath. He waves me off. I open the door and step out, looking around. I shut the door slowly and round the car. I begin walking across the street slowly, as Peter instructed. 

Before I can move, though, Peter has sped off and there's another car heading right for me. I stare at it, knowing I won't be able to move fast enough. 

My body rolls into the windshield, cracking it. I roll over the top and then I hit the pavement. I can feel my body beginning to be submerged in my own pool of blood. 

The last thing I see is several pairs of boots charging my way, voices shouting hundreds of different things. 

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