A Chicago PD Au fanfiction | Hollow

Thirtyseven

The sound of horns honking, engines grooming and construction machines working; pierces through me. I figure I must be somewhere midtown where the traffic is always chaos and where every finished construction is followed by another unfinished one.

I try to move but all I do is to strain against a pair of handcuffs that are tightly cuffed in front of me. My nose is filled with the musty and dry scent of the sack that is covering my head and in the almost blackness I'm thinking of what might happen to me. From the cold metal beneath my sore body I feel the shifting motions from right to left and the revving of the engine. I must be on the floor in some sort of  van.

By the movements I did I notified someone that I was awake and because of that the sack was pulled of my head, revealing a person who's sitting on a metal bench and the empty inside of a van.

I sit up, it doesn't seem to bother him.

The person is a young male, it looks like he's in his early 20's. He has short dirty blonde, shaggy hair. Frowning face, haunting blue eyes. He's average tall and has big wide shoulders. If he wouldn't have shot me twice and then kidnapped me, I would probably fall in love with him.

I inspect him, trying to read his personality to know which way to play the game. As I look into his eyes he look into mine, which means he's inspecting me too. We end up in an uncomfortable staring contest where the weakest one will give up, and I won't do that because I want to prove myself strong in front of him.

The staring is interrupted and consequently cancelled when the unknown driver slam on the breaks and the nature force laws that I never understood in school, makes me fall over with such speed that my head smashes to she floor.

For a short moment a white shining light and blurriness replaces my vision and a beeping sound enter my ears but it goes away and I sit back up.

Seconds later we're driving again. I keep looking at him, trying to read him. But he eventually gets annoyed and put the sack over my head again. I try to peek through the small holes that are in it but it's impossible to know what I'm looking at. I give up and close my eyes to get some rest, what else can I do?

Moments later the car stop and the doors open. I'm pulled out of the car and then we, which I think is me and two other men, start to walk. But the thing is, I won't let them take me without a fight.

I swing my elbow at full speed toward my right and tackle that guy off balance. It gives my time to rip off the sack and after that I quickly go for the other guy whose neck I wrap the chain from the handcuffs around.

The Shadows did make me a criminal, but they also taught me how to self defense.