Unknown Passions: Fan Fiction
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She stirred silently opening her eyes towards the blinding light surrounding her.
Expect this wasn't a hospital. Nor a hallway.
It was a room. A very dark, storage like room.
All of a sudden the hairs on the back of her neck perked up, alerting her to another pair of eyes. Right on her.
She turned her head only to find a man just sitting there. As if this was normal. No big deal.
That's when panic set in. Pure panic and terror.
She tried to yell. Her mouth open, vocal cords trying so hard, but nothing came out. A few whimpers through the duck tape plastered against the mouth.
"It seems your awake." the stranger approached her, moving from his previous stance on the chair to her right.
A look of anger flared through her eyes, as she refused to show the fear she truly felt.
"Don't worry, we aren't going to kill you," he paused for a brief second obvisouly lost in thought, "and I don't have any reason to believe torture is necessary. Until then, we have each other baby." he then leaned in to give her kiss on the neck, along with a hard bite.
As he stood back up, and made his way to the chair he had previously occupied she silently let a tear fall.
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Richard had booked a flight to Atlanta 24 hours ago. He boarded that flight at 2 AM this morning.
Something was going on right under her nose, and it was something she would be forced to find out on her own.
It was times like these you wished you had trained some more capable spies. It took so much effort to do the work on your own, but as the saying goes, if you want it done right, do it yourself.
At 4 AM that morning she boarded a flight bound for Hartsfield. Supposedly the busiest airport of Earth.
It was odd though, out of the many places she had been to in the time span she had been at work she had never once visited the ex Olympic city.
Probably had to do with a distaste of Coke or the fact that nothing ever happened in the city.
After a few phone calls it was then a known fact that her business associate/ rival had booked a room at the Marriot.
'You would think he would have some form of taste.' she loathed the thought of staying in a medaqueor hotel.
And that was when her cell phone went off. That was when she was given the name of a restaurant. That was when the caller she didn't know the identify of left her with an irritating beeping tone.
That was the moment when she told the driver to go back the way they came from just a few brief seconds earlier.
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He was finally out of there, and so far life was nowhere near normal.
His first stop after leaving the tope colored hallways of the Harmony hospital was ironically had nothing to do with the Cranes. Instead he headed towards the local Bed and Breakfast.
The first thing he noticed was that the snow was gone, and the town known as Harmony had reverted back to its usual self.
When opening the doors to the local business estlabishment the first thing he noticed was Jessica Bennett just sitting there reading a magazine.
"Hey, do you know where that girl went?" he asked, as her head perked up.
"Which one, we got alot of business during the storm."
"Brown hair, hit me with a cell phone, or something." Ethan replied as a look of recognition struck her face.
"Oh yeah, Theresa. I have no idea what happened to her. She left a couple days ago, but she never signed out and her stuff is still in her room."
"Theresa?" he paused, "I meant Lisa."
"There wasn't a Lisa checked in. And I guarantee I don't think I'd forget it was Theresa Johnson that knocked you out."
"Brown hair? Brown eyes?" he asked as she nodded along with his every question.
"Yes. That's her." Jessica finally replied, "Expect that I believe the she's missing, due to the fact that I have about to messages from some friends, that are searching for her."
"Why don't you tell your Dad?"
"Because it's probably not true." Jessica replied going back to her magazine, as Ethan walked out the B&B realizing that she lied to him.
'But why?' his mind questioned at the strange turn of events.
That was when he felt something vibrate against his skin, giving him a strange sensation. After realizing that vibrating was his pager, he picked it up and looked at the message sent to his private number.
BROWN EYES ARE SO COMMON. I HOPE YOU'RE FOND OF PEACHES IF YOU TRULY WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN.
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It was so fun to toy with others. Giving them some sort of hope. A belief that their in control. It's a thrill to shatter that illusion.
It always put him on a high at least.
Of coarse he should have been more considerate towards his employer's friend, but money was such a needed asset at times, that could go so far.
It was somewhat hilarious though. The thought of the ex best friend, the man who claimed to care for her, and the one that basically wanted her dead for some sort of revenge.
An ingenious plan would be to hold some sort of human auction on the girl, but he wasn't that cruel at times. Yes, he had murdered in cold blood in his past, but he wasn't that ruthless anymore, nor did he want to be.
It would probably become some sort of competition though. Or maybe just an offer for money.
What could he say construction of the circumference had cost quite a bit, and naturally it was destroyed, much to his dissatisfaction.
He also usually didn't get into this portion of his job, but something just told him to come.
It would be fun.
And his instincts were usually on target.
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