Hostage

Chapter 3: Abduction

Chapter 3: Abduction

3:42 am

Her head throbbed and her vision was blurry. Her body was numb and unresponsive; but worst of all, she couldn't remember what had happened.

She tried to make sense of her environment, but nothing looked familiar. She was in a basement, she could tell that much, surrounded by cold, concrete walls. There was a single window high in the corner; draped in cobwebs. The musty smell of mold and decay infiltrated her nostrils, irritating her allergies.

Samantha found herself sitting in an old, metal chair. Her hands were tied behind her back and through the slots in the back of the chair. Her head was still spinning and she found it hard to remain conscious.

She struggled against her cords but her attempts were deemed failure; her limbs were numb.

She tried to remember what had happened and how she had ended up here- wherever here was.

Samantha had been at the forensics lab for three hours after Johnson had left. She would've been there for several more, if Dr. Hawthorn hadn't asked her to leave. She had driven back home, to her apartment, and gone to bed. After that, everything became blurry and illusive.

Surprisingly, she wasn't as worried as others would have been. She had been in plenty of hostage situations in the past. But nothing, none of her extensive training, had prepared her for this.

She started rubbing the ropes against the sharp, metal underside of the chair, trying in vain to loosen her bonds. "Come on," she whispered. "Come on."

The floorboards creaked above her, startling her. She could hear heavy footsteps following the path toward the door on the far side of the room. The door was thrown open and there stood a rough outline of man."I'm glad you're finally awake," he whispered cryptically. "It's never fun to bleed someone when their asleep..." he chuckled darkly.

"Who are you?" she demanded both anger and curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Why are you doing this?"

"One question at a time, dear," he ordered. "I wanted to make a name for myself, and I wanted to get revenge on my Father." he slammed the door shut behind him and crossed over the room to her side.

The man was tall at least six foot three, with a broad chest and chiseled, marble-like face. His eyes were black and mysterious and his nose narrow: he was handsome. His hair was so dark that it was almost a dark shade of blue; thick and wavy- almost Grecian. He carried a vintage-looking medical bag with a red pentagram painted crudely on the outside.

He was handsome- a blue collar in his charcoal-gray suit and blood red tie. He was the type of man she would have loved to go out to dinner with... Under different circumstances.

"Who are you?" She demanded.

He cleared his throat; "I am currently Jonathan West," he bowed. "But the name I was given at the beginning was Charóth."

"What?" She shuddered.

"This petty human form," he gestured to his body. "Is merely a vessel."

"A vessel?" Sam asked, her body shaking. "What are you talking about?"

"When I left the Heavens with my brother, Lucifer, I made it my personal goal to destroy my Father's most perfect creations. In this case," he smiled with malice. "It's you."

"Me?"

"Yes," he nodded. "You virgins have always satisfied the hunger of my brethren- that's why you've always made the perfect sacrifices. You're pure and my Father protects your kind. Those He calls the "Daughters of the Most High"."