Bones; Her story. (On hold)

Chapter one

note thing: I wrote this at the age of 12 so I didn't spell things correctly. I am no longer writing in this fanfic so I'm not going to go back and correct all of these blemishes. I do appreciate you guys telling me I messed up but I have gotten tons of "*(misspelled word) is how you spell it" and I don't really care for it. thanks for it though. {I've already published the last chapter, this note was written after it was published}

Brennan woke up with a pounding head ach. She looked around not aware of the place that she had just awaken from a rough evening she assumed. The smell of mold was strong along with the creaking sounds of the unknown building she woke up in. Where was she? How did she get here? How long has she been unconscious? All of the questions running through her mind but she didn't know any of the answers. She leaned up and rubbed her head only to realize her hands where bound together by what looked like rope from a well known shop she passed through a couple of months ago.

She examined her wombs with her hand that she managed to get from around her brused back. Her temple was bleeding, most likely being the cause of her crucial head ach. She followed the pain trail down to her abdomen. With her hand that was moveable she rubbed the sore surface. She flinched when she moved over her ribs, probably broken. She then realized what was going on. Although she couldn't remember who or what, she knew she had been kidnapped. That was odd Temperance Brennan not putting up a fight against her kidnappers surely if she did she would have won. She tugged at her rope linked wrist trying to get through the tuff rope witch stunningly fell off her wrist. She gave it a quick thought than passed it off as being unprofessional.

She stood up and examined her surroundings. Dark windows where all she could notice until she hit the hard surface again. She heard foot steps, loud footsteps. She tried to focus on the feet coming toward her but it was to late the foot smashed into her stomach. Her lips let out a loud scream making her realize the walls echoed enough to make her shiver when she heard her scream echo around the room. The next few minuets where silent then the figure, she assumed was a man,smashed a cloth to her mouth a nose making it impossible to breath fresh air but only the sent of rubbing alcohol, then everything went dark. She was unconscious. Again.

She was awaken with the excruciating light of what she assumed was a interrogating lamp. She focused on the human figure across the table from where she was sitting "what do you want from me?" was the first thing she spat out of her dehydrated mouth. No response. "Who are you!" She screamed sounding more like a statement than a question. Still no response.

She stared at the figure unable to see any characteristics. She gave up on trying to figure out who or what the strange person In front of her was or capibul of doing. She glares at the table unable to remember anything. She couldn't of been out long. Her train of thought was interrupted by the figure talking.

"Well Tempe, let's just be civil for a moment shall we?" He chuckled, she could hear the smirk drawing upon his face. His voice was raspy that showed her he had to be a smoker.

"What do you want from me?" she spat out through her clenched teeth barley loud enough for her self to hear.

Her only response from the man was a small chuckle than a couple of objects being placed in front of her. "Well we will just have to figure that out. won't we?"

She clenched her teeth as the razor sharp tool dug into her hand. The man unexpectantly lunged from his chair and stabbed her hand pinning it to the wood table. Luckily for her the blade missed her blood vain. She cried out in pain as tears began to pour from her blood shot eyes. Blood gushing from her now blade free womb she pleaded "Please tell me what you want! I'll do anything. Just let me go!" Tears streaming down her face. Blood gushing. Sweat drizzling down her cheeks. Another jolt of pain shot through her upper arm as the blade that was once in her hand now sliced through her arm.

"Shh shh. The less sound you make the less you will be hurt. Oh I've been waiting to get my hands on you. Ever since Booth arrested me for the murder of my fiancé. Even though I enjoyed murdering that whore I will love torturing you more. See you are Booths prized possession and since he thrown me in jail for God knows how long, he is gonna pay. The price being the life of his partner, or are you guys together yet?" He was circling her chair now. Flipping the knife and 'accidentally' dropping it ok her leg a few times.

"We are not together. You killed her you deserved to go to prison. Just please let me go!" she screamed are he past in front of her legs that where being brutally bruesd by the heavy sharp knife being dropped every so often.

"Oh he hasn't grown a pair yet." he stated more than asked "I guess he will never be able to tell you know, how he spent most of his time telling his only son that maybe one day he would ask you on a date or one day you would just tell him how you really felt. I sat around for hours laughing at how desperate he was and just plotting my way of revenge. Now I get to watch Booth search for you. Knowing that he might never get to see you again. That is what I like to call revenge, love." he put emphasis on the title love.

She gritted her teeth. She knew Booth wanted to be with her she just didn't know how anyone could love someone like her. Yes she was very beautiful but she had scars not only physical scars but emotional scars and she couldn't see how anyone could love her. Not even Booth.