FIC: Between the Lines of Fear and Blame (sneak preview)
Title: Between the Lines of Fear and Blame (sneak preview)
Rating: R
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Prompt(s): It's a secret.
Summary: Sometimes ordinary days are anything but.
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: Well this is the sneak peek written for inlove_n_inhate's birthday. She requested that I write one, but sadly this is in line after No Matter and two other one shots. So, I won't be working on it much for a while. I'd love to hear your feedback though. So please comment!
The first thing she noticed was the insistent throbbing in the back of her head. It was like listening to drums get progressively louder, but not being able to stop them. Her eyes fluttered open, but that didn’t seem to matter, she was surrounded in darkness. She lurched forward slightly suddenly and realized that she was definitely in some sort of van. Before her eyes had time to fully adjust, she lurched again as the van stopped. She could hear doors slam and gruff voices speaking in a different language. Her heart beat faster as fear gripped at her.
Doors swung open, revealing three big, rough looking men wearing ski masks. One with dark eyes looked over at her before turning and saying something to the other men. A taller man barked angry words in response and the man with the dark eyes reached in and grabbed her roughly. She yelped in surprise, hissing in pain as he took hold of her shoulders almost violently.
“Come on.” His English was heavily accented. She stood unsteadily on her feet, unable to hold on to anything because her hands were tied behind her back. She was surprised to see it was night, and she tried to look around to take in as much as she could. There wasn’t much. A wooded area to her left and what looked like an abandoned farmhouse off in the distance on her right.
They walked and walked for what felt like forever. She was cold and her heels weren’t really meant for walking in the snow. She struggled against them and thought about screaming, but from the look of these guys, they wouldn’t hesitate to shut her up for good. Besides, who would hear her all the way out here?
Leading her into a building that felt almost as drafty as it was outside, the shoved her into a room with a dim light. One man grabbed her hands roughly, squeezing until she squeaked and tried to wiggle free. She felt her restraints being cut. The man holding her hands moved her arms forward, where shackles were instantly placed around her wrist and then her feet. They were attached to a long chain that led to spike coming up out of the concrete floor. She shivered and the man holding her arms sneered. He yanked her closer, sniffing her hair and her stomach wanted to revolt. He laughed and pushed her to the ground.
She hit the floor hard, unable to brace herself with the shackles on. The men laughed raucously before leaving, slamming the door shut in their wake. She curled around her knees, rocking back and forth as she looked around. There was nothing in this room, save for the dim light bulb, hanging precariously from the ceiling and other chains. She tried to remember how she’d even ended up in this position, but all that would come to the fore of her mind was being at the museum earlier that day and an explosion. Her thought felt to muddled and mushy to connect the two and she gave up with a frustrated groan. Her heart thundered in her chests and she could feel the tears welling in her eyes. She really didn’t want it to end like this. Whatever this was.
The door opened again and she felt her panic escalate. The men were back and this time two of them were holding to large, black sacks. The sacks moved and they seemed to be having trouble keeping their grips. They sat the bags down, moving to block her view as they undid the bags. She wondered what instruments of torture they had for her and tried to figure out ways to fight them off. The third man dragged two chains over to where they worked and she heard shackles being snapped shut and child like whimpers and wails coming from the other side of the room before the men stepped aside slightly. A pair of intense blue eyes met hers and she gasped. The men moved away again and walked out the door, shutting it behind them. A second pair of blue eyes were now staring at her and her mind started to race. The museum, the explosion, people running around in chaos and panic, those men…her vision swirled for a second and she had to close her eyes. It had been just another ordinary day for Andy Sachs, but the events that had occurred had been anything but ordinary and that is how she came to find herself kidnapped with Caroline and Cassidy.
Rating: R
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Prompt(s): It's a secret.
Summary: Sometimes ordinary days are anything but.
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: Well this is the sneak peek written for inlove_n_inhate's birthday. She requested that I write one, but sadly this is in line after No Matter and two other one shots. So, I won't be working on it much for a while. I'd love to hear your feedback though. So please comment!
The first thing she noticed was the insistent throbbing in the back of her head. It was like listening to drums get progressively louder, but not being able to stop them. Her eyes fluttered open, but that didn’t seem to matter, she was surrounded in darkness. She lurched forward slightly suddenly and realized that she was definitely in some sort of van. Before her eyes had time to fully adjust, she lurched again as the van stopped. She could hear doors slam and gruff voices speaking in a different language. Her heart beat faster as fear gripped at her.
Doors swung open, revealing three big, rough looking men wearing ski masks. One with dark eyes looked over at her before turning and saying something to the other men. A taller man barked angry words in response and the man with the dark eyes reached in and grabbed her roughly. She yelped in surprise, hissing in pain as he took hold of her shoulders almost violently.
“Come on.” His English was heavily accented. She stood unsteadily on her feet, unable to hold on to anything because her hands were tied behind her back. She was surprised to see it was night, and she tried to look around to take in as much as she could. There wasn’t much. A wooded area to her left and what looked like an abandoned farmhouse off in the distance on her right.
They walked and walked for what felt like forever. She was cold and her heels weren’t really meant for walking in the snow. She struggled against them and thought about screaming, but from the look of these guys, they wouldn’t hesitate to shut her up for good. Besides, who would hear her all the way out here?
Leading her into a building that felt almost as drafty as it was outside, the shoved her into a room with a dim light. One man grabbed her hands roughly, squeezing until she squeaked and tried to wiggle free. She felt her restraints being cut. The man holding her hands moved her arms forward, where shackles were instantly placed around her wrist and then her feet. They were attached to a long chain that led to spike coming up out of the concrete floor. She shivered and the man holding her arms sneered. He yanked her closer, sniffing her hair and her stomach wanted to revolt. He laughed and pushed her to the ground.
She hit the floor hard, unable to brace herself with the shackles on. The men laughed raucously before leaving, slamming the door shut in their wake. She curled around her knees, rocking back and forth as she looked around. There was nothing in this room, save for the dim light bulb, hanging precariously from the ceiling and other chains. She tried to remember how she’d even ended up in this position, but all that would come to the fore of her mind was being at the museum earlier that day and an explosion. Her thought felt to muddled and mushy to connect the two and she gave up with a frustrated groan. Her heart thundered in her chests and she could feel the tears welling in her eyes. She really didn’t want it to end like this. Whatever this was.
The door opened again and she felt her panic escalate. The men were back and this time two of them were holding to large, black sacks. The sacks moved and they seemed to be having trouble keeping their grips. They sat the bags down, moving to block her view as they undid the bags. She wondered what instruments of torture they had for her and tried to figure out ways to fight them off. The third man dragged two chains over to where they worked and she heard shackles being snapped shut and child like whimpers and wails coming from the other side of the room before the men stepped aside slightly. A pair of intense blue eyes met hers and she gasped. The men moved away again and walked out the door, shutting it behind them. A second pair of blue eyes were now staring at her and her mind started to race. The museum, the explosion, people running around in chaos and panic, those men…her vision swirled for a second and she had to close her eyes. It had been just another ordinary day for Andy Sachs, but the events that had occurred had been anything but ordinary and that is how she came to find herself kidnapped with Caroline and Cassidy.