Chapter Two

Finding yourself being tied to a chair is not a good way to wake up, which happened to be the exact position I was in right now. It pissed me off that the guy in front of me- my kidnapper- was doing nothing except eating cheerios like a normal person as if it were a normal morning. It was as if he wasn’t holding me captive and tied up in his room.

And no matter what I tried to do he wouldn’t respond. He just stared at me and kept on eating.

My stomach growled and he raised an eyebrow.

“Hungry?”

I nodded and gave him my best puppy eyes. The most heartless man wouldn’t have been able to resist.

He pointed to his bowl and I nodded again. He came closer to me. He edged the spoon closer to my face and just as I was about to put it in my mouth, he put in it in his mouth instead.

His mouth.

Not my mouth.

He laughed when he saw my face. My jaw dropped in astonishment.

When he was going to exit the room, I swore like a sailor. “Jerk! Asshole! Dipshit!” I spit at his feet as he walked away. He had the audacity to wink at me. Wink at me!

The door closed behind him, leaving a hungry and furious me all by myself. The sun insisted on cooking me for breakfast. I leaned forward attempting to let the blinds down with my teeth. I was an inch too short. If my neck had been a little longer I would have been able to let the blinds down. It was a summer night, the heater was on, and the sun was beaming.

This was, however, nowhere near close to the torture I had suffered over the years. Military officials had put me in the hole for months, tore out my piercings, and starved me only to get to my father. I had never cracked open. I had sworn to that.

My father always rescued me in due time. He was a big deal in this world. Sometimes, I felt like a guinea pig but I was more than that. I was my father’s daughter. I was the only one capable of remaining loyal to him. When his workers started to talk like a parakeet, I was holding on like a soldier in war. Nothing made me happier than proving my loyalty to my father.

The creaking of the wood door snapped me out of my reverie.

“I’m back. Did you miss me?” The man smirked, testing my patience. He waltzed out of the corner of the room, closing the door and removing the little light that filtered in. He tugged on a cord in the middle of the room and light flickered over my head.

“Let me guess, now you’re going to interrogate me, possibly torture me, until I tell you where my father is?” Been there, done that. I didn’t admit anything then, I wouldn’t admit anything now.

He pulled out a folder from behind his back and I caught my name on the cover before he flipped it open, thumbing through it.

“Valerie Erica Delaney, daughter of Tomas Robert Delaney and Lakelyn Marla Delaney,” He stated, staring me in the eyes. “At the age of seven, you assisted your father in robbing a bank. At the age of ten, you were taken into the police station for breaking and entering into an abandoned house- by yourself. When you were fourteen, you lured a man in a club to his death by leading him into a deserted alleyway.”

He stopped, meeting my eyes and shaking his head.

“What kind of father would let his young daughter do all of these things?” A ghost of a smile played at his lips. “A damn horrible one, that’s what kind.”

I attempted to jump up in my seat, furious. He smirked now, knowing he had me angry.

“You bastard,” I whispered. “You don’t know a damn thing about either one of us. That list seems to be lacking. That all you got?”

“Of course not,” He smiled at me, only succeeding in making me more angry, “I also know that your mother died when your father attempted to get his money back from a gang known as the “Saints” and he had to choose whether he would save you or your mother. He chose you.” He paused. “You know, in a way, it was all your fault that your mother died. You should be ashamed.”

I felt tears pricking at my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. My vision blurred, but I did my best to glare right at him.

“You don’t know shit about me. You’re just a good for nothing dickhead who thinks, just because you have a file with my name on it, that you know everything about me.” He sat on the heater in front of me. I wasn’t sure how he didn’t burn himself, but the robe was protecting his bare body. He stared at me for a long while as if he was studying each skin cell on my face. He then turned toward the window and let down the blinds.

“You’re right. I don’t know everything about you. What I do know is that I will keep you here for as long as it takes. I will kill every single soul that your father sends my way. I am not the military. I am not his usual enemy. I will not stop until he is dead. I will not stop.” His face was close to mine. I could feel his breath on my face. He was burning a hole into my skull with his eyes.

“I guess neither of us will crack, then.” I shrugged and turned my face away from him toward his small dining room. If I wasn’t tied to a chair I would have turned my entire body away from him. Hell, I would have killed him by now and walked free. I could, however, tell he wasn’t like anybody I had ever come across. He wasn’t just determined; He was a damn psycho.

“I guess not. You know, something tells me your father isn’t going to send a single person to your rescue. I don’t think he cares too much. Surely he isn’t going to waste men. I’ve got his best soldier. That says a lot. You aren’t that good of a soldier. What kind of assassin gets wasted on the mission? You walked into this, baby.” He had my face sitting in his hand.I jerked my head back and it did nothing, his hands took up my entire jaw. He held my face steady and finally let me go. “I’m going to go out for a smoke, maybe some coffee and some women. Re-think my offer while I’m gone.” He lit a cigarette as he walked out of the door, leaving me to rot.

Author's Note (done by Tara):

Hey, y'all! So, you must know who I am. I must say, I am honestly extremely prod to work on this project with such awesometastic people (such as myself), and I am really happy because I've made a bunch of internet friendships due to the collaboration on this story. By the way, I'm the one who told Amber to cast Rachel Elizabeth Dare as Valerie. I also told her to cast Jake Abel and Logan Lerman as every character, but she didn't listen. I'm just rambling here, but I don't mind. I'm a rambler.

So, if you enjoyed this, vote, comment, do whatever. And, we will (hopefully) be updating soon.

With all awesomeness,

~Tara

p.s. Xander is on the side.. i had so much fun looking through pictures of him.. mm ~A