Chaos// Ian Malcolm (UNDER UPDATES)

{2.05}Dizzy and Halfway Dead

I woke up feeling dizzy as ever. This was worse than any hangover.

"Ian..." I groaned.

"I'm right here sweetie."

I opened my eyes and saw we were in a hotel room. I realized I was sitting down.
I started to lift my hands to wipe away a warm liquid that I feel trickling from my eyebrow, but immediately realized that I was tied down to the armrests.

"Let the girl go." Hammond ordered. A man walked over and untied my restraints, freeing me.

I stood up but with the groggy feeling in my head I tripped over my own foot and fell over.

"What did you do to get her here?" Ian asked. The same man who freed me, roughly picked me up off the ground and faced me towards Hammond and my fiancé, who himself was tied to a chair.

"It was you!" I croaked, pulling the gun from my garter.

"Hammond I uh wouldn't test her. She didn't take her meds this morning." Ian whimpered.

"Will you shut up about the meds?" I groaned, not taking my eyes off of Hammond.

"Oh, Ian, this is no worry! I'd rather get shot than choked to death." Hammond taunted.

"I can arrange that!" I yelled.

"Now now let's not get all rallied up. I haven't even told you what I'm sending you to do." Hammond smiled.

"We're not going anywhere." Ian said.

Two men in suits stood on either side of Ian, one with a gun to his head, and the other with a knife to his neck.

"Is this really necessary?" I asked Hammond angrily.

"If this is what gets you to go to the island." Hammond said.

"We're not going." I said

Ian's screams were muffled as I watched one of the men shove the knife far into his leg as the other shoved a rag in his mouth

"Stop it!" I screamed.

"You're going to the island. You have to. Nobody else will agree. You're the only two of the original visitors that we could find." Hammond pleaded.

"We're not going!" I screamed, but I wish I hadn't.

The knife man unbuttoned Ian's shirt and sliced him just above his navel and up 4 inches. His screams were still muffled as he squirmed as much as his restraints would allow.

"I can put any number on this check. For both of you. Maybe in the future you'll have children. They have to get college funds from somewhere." Hammond said pulling out a checkbook.

"You-you can't make us." Ian whispered weakly, spitting the rag out.

"Yes I can. Or else." Hammond said raising his eyebrows.

In the stiff air, the sound of the safety being switched off of the gun was heard. I gulped, silently crying.

"We'll go." I sniffled. "We'll go and get any information you want, just please let Ian go. Don't hurt him anymore. Please."

"Let him go." Hammond ordered.

The men silently untied him, leaving Ian to get up and bent over on his hands and knees.

"Oh baby, baby I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." I cried, laying underneath him, letting his head rest on my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair as he grew unconscious.

"Ian...Ian?" I asked. I held his head up to realize he was no longer conscious. "Ian!" I shrieked.

"He'll be up shortly... and so will you."

And I was struck, yet again, in the back of the head.

And as if in slow motion, I saw the world hazily spin around me one last time.