My Female Frankenstein || Chris Brown Fanfic || ON HOLD

Chapter Twenty-Four: No Escape

Vick
I was still tied up in the backseat of Gideon's car. My mouth still taped shut, I try to speak. I look down at my wrists and notice that they have turned red from how tight the zip ties were. I look up at the window and see we are at an abandoned warehouse.

Gideon looks back at me as he stops and rips the tape from my lips.

"Firstly, ow! Second, Why are you doing this Gideon? I trusted you!" I say with pure anger in my voice.

"I'm doing this because of you! You're the reason we're in this situation!" Gideon snaps back.

"How am I the reason for my kidnapping?" I question.

"Just shut up! My boss will explain everything since your redeveloped brain can't comprehend simple English." Gideon says, annoyed.

He gets out of the car and forcefully grabs me from the backseat. I yell and scream as Gideon struggles to pull  me out of the vehicle.

"Be quiet! My boss is gonna kill me if we make noise! So shut up and calm down!" Gideon mutters through clenched teeth.

I hush my voice and my heart starts to beat harder as Gideon reaches into his jacket pocket. I get more nervous and my anxiousness slowly comes to a halt when it was a pair of scissors. Gideon releases his grasp on me and begins to cut the zip ties from my hands and ankles.

"You were beginning to lose blood flow in your wrists, so I wanted to ease the pain. There you go." Gideon finishes cutting the zip ties.

I rub my wrists and wipe some hot tears from my face. I was so angry with Gideon that I didn't notice I was crying. 
Gideon hears me sniffle and lifts my chin up and takes a single thumb and wipes my tears.

I grab his hand from my face and hold it in mine. I rub the back of his hand with my thumb. He was my friend, but I could not let him go through with this. I flash a small smile and instant deceit came over me. I grab his wrist and twist it until I heard a crack. I bolted as Gideon screams in agony.

"YOU STUPID LITTLE...!" I hear Gideon shout from behind me.

I could barely feel my bare feet hit the dirty concrete as I sped down the alleyway. I was too busy thinking about freedom that I didn't notice I was in the middle of the road. I didn't have time to stop as a large black SUV's headlights stunned me and stopped me in my tracks. It was too late to brace for impact.

Two Hours Later...

Chris
I had finally arrived at the address where that douche took Vick. I hop out of my car with my baseball bat in hand. I was ready. I walked to the warehouse and banged on the door with the handle of the bat. A burly man answers.

"WHAT?! WHO ARE YOU?!" The man loudly questions me in a deep and aggressive voice.

I reply.
"I'm here for my girl, Victoria. Victoria Simon. Where is she?" I ask.

"We don't know any "Victoria Simon". You must have the wrong place. Goodbye." The man tries to close the door on me, but I brace it open with the bat.

"Now, I don't have time for games. I ain't  here to play. I want my girlfriend." I clench my teeth with aggravation.

The man looks at me in plain nervousness and quickly tries to close the door in my face again. I block the door with my bat again, pushing through as hard as I could. I made it through by struggling. As soon as I barge in, I crack the man by the door in the knees with my bat and make a run for it. He yells in pain and shouts out for someone.

"HEY, GET OUT HERE! HE MADE IT THROUGH!" The man yells.

As commanded, five other guys emerge from the shadows. It was an ambush. They all gather around me in a circle when I quickly prepare to fight. I ready my bat and take a swing when the men begin to attack me all at once. I hit nearly all of them when a giant man catches me off guard and decks me square in the jaw. I wobble and fall to the  floor.

I check my jaw and taste the gross iron in my mouth. I spit out the blood and get up and brace myself for a fistfight. I go to punch him back, but that fails as he caught my hand. He retaliated by punching me in the face again. I breathe heavily as I was shoved to the ground. 

"You're pathetic. Can't even protect your girlfriend." The large man laughs.

That drove me over the edge. All I could see was red from that point on. I got up and punched the man dead in his gut. That made him so winded that it pushed him back. I then kick him right in the face. He fell with a heavy thud. I stand up straight and wipe my mouth, which stains my hands with blood. I grab my now blood stained baseball bat and begin to search the rest of the warehouse for Victoria.

I gonna get her back. But first, Gideon.

******
Vick
The back of my head ached tremendously as my body lays on a cold surface. I open my eyes to white, hot nearly blinding light. A overhead lamp was shining right in my face. I squint as I try to look around.

"Rise and shine, cupcake." My ears ring to the sound of a very familiar voice. I hear the clicking of heels come from behind two big burly men. My eyes widen in complete disbelief. 

I see Monica. Monica, the girl that is supposed to be dead. But she was not the same girl I saw in Chris' house. She looked much different than before. Her arms and legs was covered with cuts and there was a large scar on her face that stretched from the middle of her forehead to her eye. Her right eye was clouded white. She has lost all color in her eye. Monica was also wearing a devil red dress with jet black high heels.

"Oh. Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Look at you, all tied down. I almost feel sorry for you. But I'm not." She smiles maliciously.

I begin to struggle.
"You're not a top model yourself. H-H-How are you alive? I thought..." I begin to say.

"Well, you thought wrong! I'm walking and talking, ain't I?" Monica click-clacks towards me and forcefully moves the lamp out of my eyes.

Her long, pointed black nails tingle against my face. Monica then scrapes her nails along the metal table and I am suddenly flipped upwards to where my feet were facing downward and my head facing upward.

"Now, that's better. Now it'll be much more enjoyable to torture you. You know, you deserve everything that's coming to you. Your boyfriend has no idea that I have you." Monica struts around me in a evil way while flipping her hair.

"You're wrong. You deserve what's coming to you because Chris is coming for me and he'll kill you when he finds out!" I clamor angrily.

"Oh, no. He won't kill me. I know him and you know him, so we both know he's gonna kill the person who took you." Monica responds.

I stare at her in pure rage.
"You don't know him. You've NEVER KNOWN HIM! And even if you did, how would you know he wouldn't go after you?" I say.

Monica does nothing but point at a big garage door and like it was on cue, Chris arrives. Bloody and bruised, Chris carries Gideon by his collar into the room. Gideon was completely unconscious and he had a bloody nose and a busted lip. Chris throws him and Gideon slides across the floor.

"ANYONE ELSE?!?" Chris screams, pointing to Gideon's unconscious body.

He looks around, sees Monica and immediately gets angry.
"YOU! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!" Chris says, pointing his bloody bat at Monica.

"Not anymore!" Monica laughs, throwing her hands in air.

"You're going down, even if I have to kill you again!" Chris says, quickly walking towards Monica and I.

"I wouldn't if I were you." Monica tries to stop Chris.

Chris brushes off her threat and continues to move forward.

"I tried to warn you." Monica then snaps her fingers and more men appear from the shadows. They block the exits, trapping us.

"Well, well, well. Look at that. You're not going anywhere." Monica's devilish smile fades away into a menacing frown as the circle of men slowly envelopes Chris, Monica and I.

Oh god. We are going to die in here. There's no escape.