Kidnapping the Gang Leader

21 - The Dark

Never in my life have I wished for night vision, as much as right now. Everything was completely dark, except for a small light in the hallway behind the door. The door had opened close to an hour ago, but I was worried it was a trap, so I sat right before it and waited.

I finally inched myself out the door, my eyes focused on the lone lightbulb hanging off the wall before me. The house was warily quiet, the only noise I could possibly hear being my heart beat and the shuffling of my bare feet on the floor. I sucked in a breath as I entered a dark room, the faint outline of furniture making my eyes squint as I tried to look around.

"Fuck." I muttered as I tripped over something, my feet landing in something sticky and wet. I scrunched my face as I reached down, gently swiping with my fingers as I made my way back to the hallway with the light bulb.

I felt my stomach lurch as I realized it was blood, covering my hand and all up and down my legs. I clenched my jaw, spinning around as I stormed back into the dark room. I needed a weapon, and I needed it now.

I stumbled through the dark rooms, blindly moving my hands around as I felt up the walls, cabinets, everything for something. I growled out when I finally found something that felt like a poker stick, my eyes shutting in relief as I clutched onto it.

My eyes flew open when I heard what sounded like something moving, the shuffling of feet that weren't mine. I looked around, trying to make out something while my eyes tried to hone in on where he noise was coming from. I inched a foot forward, my fingers beginning to ache at how hard I was clutching onto the poker stick.

"Little Fern, little plant. It seems as if your Damien began to search for you." I didn't even know this assholes name and his voice was sending chills down me, my fury rolling through me in waves. "Come out come out little Fern."

His voice sounded closer, even though it had to be rooms away. I inched my body into the corner of the room, shutting my eyes as I tried to focus on his feet. The shuffling came closer, the air shifting as I heard his breathing enter the room I was in.

"Fern." He sung out, his body no more than five feet away from me.

It was silent, dead silent for a few moments. I clutched onto the poker a bit harder, opening my eyes. Hot breath spread out across my face, his body heat warming my dead cold skin.

"Found you."

I swung out, connecting with something cold and hard. A scream of pain left him as I ran around him, pounding my way across the room. I didn't want to kill him, didn't want to turn into him, but I don't know what choice I have now.

"Fern, when I find you, you're dead."

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Damien

I could feel my blood boiling, the rage completely obvious across my face as I looked down at the dead bodies before me. Jake lay in a buddies of his own blood, his father not far from him.

Believe me, I figured out who the fuck Jake was, problem was it was only minutes after he took Fern from the house. I growled to myself, my fist clenching and unclenching at my sides. It had been two days since I realized who they were, since I last saw Jake.

Because of my boneheadedness and my stubborn streak, I refused to go to our bed for those two days. I finally went up there, desperately climbing onto her smell on my sheets, when I saw her note.

So now I'm right in front of two bodies, trying to not blow up on Charles and Joey. I knew they were doing their job, Joey checking for clues around their bodies while Charles works on the computer, although he isn't as good as Fern.