Between Limestone Ruins

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Hannah, to put it lightly, was not having a good time. Submerged in darkness, she had induced from the rumbling beneath her and the musty, scratchy fabric digging into her face that she was in the trunk of a car. And to truly have no advantages whatsoever, she was tied up in such a way that made it impossible to kick out headlights or move much at all.

She had decided, without a doubt, Kingston was the worst town in the world. She would not be revisiting for business or pleasure.

The murderer, the killer they had all been so desperate to find, had jumped her at the pier. Be careful what you wish for I guess.

Yet another example of Hannah slipping up and fucking herself over; same city, same mistakes. Walker was right, she should have stopped playing Nancy Drew and gone home days ago. Too bad he won't get to tell her he told her so. Take that Agent Walker. Fuck you, Agent Walker.

"Shouldn't have been alone in the dark..." She muttered. "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!"

Her scream was strangled out but he tight gag in her mouth and ultimately swallowed by the carpeted truck. She slammed her feet up, hard, mostly hoping the electric shock the kick sent up her legs or the cut of the bonds restricting her struggling would help her focus on an escape plan. She never really worked well under pressure. How the hell did she end up here?

The car slowed rapidly and jerked to a stop. Rolling Hannah up against one side of her prison and then throwing her into the opposite facing wall. Hannah strained to listen for sounds outside the car through the pounding blood in her ears. Did he hear her? Was this it? Would he kill her now?

She heard her attacker get out of the car and walk around to the trunk. As the trunk opened slowly Hannah was granted her first look at the guy and found herself staring straight up into... eyes so familiar her heart went cold. She'd seen that colour blue before; she'd seen eyes like that, in the mirror. Only she knew she wasn't looking in a mirror because these eyes were definitely not hers. They were the same colour, same shape, but that's where the similarities ended. This man's eyes were closed off, cold, empty. A man that could be haunted by his past. The eyes Hannah was accustomed to seeing in the mirror were hard, in a determined, don't mess with me, sort of way. Eyes that had seen shit and dealt with shit but still got back up to fight another day. Hannah, lost in the eyes of the familiar stranger, too shocked to do anything but stare didn't get much more of a look at him.

"Photo op, sis."

A sharp yellow flash went off in Hannah's eyes, blinding her as the trunk slammed closed again. She was thrown back into darkness left to ponder the eyes of her captor.

The next time the trunk was opened, Hannah had a bag over her head so fast she saw nothing. She knew better than to fight blind and completely tied, so she didn't fight as some sort of needle went into her arm, plunging her into a whole different kind of darkness.