VENGEANCE

Chapter Ten

The parking lot of Club Nocturnal was almost empty. Only a few cars were left when Rebecca finally got her gear set up for the next night and headed for the door. She didn't mind the dark and she wasn't scared that something was going to happen to her, because fear of the unknown was an irrational thing. Knowing that, she still reached in her purse and got out her can of pepper spray.

She wasn't afraid of the dark but she was afraid of lunatics because she was, after all, a semi-famous. There was always some crazy guy or obsessed fan that would send letters to her at the club or come to see every show no matter where she was playing. Sometimes it got a little creepy so she got her own protection. She wasn't afraid though, only cautious.

She began to make her way across the parking lot toward her car and noticed under the lamp light that there was another car beside hers. She used her thumb to turn the trigger on her pepper spray to the open position as she got closer. The car was black and looked older, early nineties maybe, and she surely hadn't seen it before.

As she got closer, she could see there was a man in the driver's seat. She walked by the car at normal speed so she did not cause the man to become suspicious and continued to the driver's side of her car. She put her key in the door lock and heard a car door open and shut behind her. The man had gotten out of his car. She hurried to turn the key in the lock but fumbled and the keys fell. She turned to confront the man with her thumb on the pepper spray trigger.

Just as she was about to fire the man grabbed her hand, "Rebecca it's me. Damn girl, you okay?" He asked holding her pepper spray wielding hand as far from his face as he could.

"God damn it, Patrick, Don't screw with me like that," she said closing her pepper spray with her thumb again and jamming it back into her purse. "You scared the hell out of me."

"I'm sorry. I've been sitting here waiting for you. I got a flat and don't have a spare. Would have called a tow but my cell battery is totally dead. Can I use yours cell for a minute to make the call?" He asked still standing there.

Her instincts screamed from inside of her that something was not right, but it was Patrick so she was okay. She set her purse on the roof of her car behind her and started digging for her cell phone. As she was turning back to face him she saw something glint in the light. Her eyes darted to the syringe just as it was jabbed into her neck.

"Patrick, what the hell are you doing!" She yelled as he pulled the needle back out. She didn't hear an answer before she lost consciousness.

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Rebecca awoke groggily in a small, dark, cramped space that smelled like motor oil, rubber, and mildew. She tried to maneuver but she didn't have the energy. The car came to a stop and she surmised it would be safer to act as though she were unconscious, rather than to be drugged again or hurt for being awake.

She heard the car door open and then close right away. Then there was the sound of the key sliding into the trunk lock and the latch being tripped. She quickly closed her eyes. The man reached into the trunk and picked her up and put her over his shoulder. He closed the trunk after she was clear. She tried as hard as she could to stay relaxed and pliable.

She opened her eyes again and looked around. Everything was dark except for a light coming from the direction they were moving. She heard some beeping like a key pad and then the click of a door latch. They were going inside the building he had opened. She waited silently and patiently as they worked their way down a long hall way. They stopped in front of another door and she heard him take out a different set of keys. It was now or never, she had to make her move.