EY-chapter eight

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Chapter eight:

Benji's head throbbed as she opened her eyes. Her one handcuffed hand hurt like hell. She pulled herself up to a sitting position. It took her four attempts, but after much effort, she finally did it.


A noise outside her window caught her attention. Was that the police? Oh, please let that be the police. That gave her the strength to pull herself up to look out the window. She managed to look below and thought she saw Bobby.


"Bobby! Bobby!" She called out, but the window was so dirty she couldn't tell if he heard her. She sighed softly as she flopped back onto the bed.


Down below, outside, Robert Goren was issuing orders. His acute hearing picked up on something. Did someone call my name? He looked towards the windows, but saw nothing. As he gazed back to a map of the warehouse, something caught his attention again. Did something move? Yes, something did move.


Both Goren and Eames had on ballet-proof vests, but Bobby felt they would be useless. As far as he knew Randy wasn't one to use a gun, although he did know how to use one.


Once inside, Bobby directed the others of where to go. Goren walked up some stairs with Eames following him.


Benji jumped when her door burst opened. Her eyes lit with anticipation, praying and hoping it was Bobby. The glow suddenly drained from her face as her nightmare stepped into the room.


Miss me sweetie!" Her kidnapper grinned from ear to ear. "It seems we have guests. This might get interesting." He told her as he reached inside his pockets and pulled out some fishing line. He stood behind the door, holding the line in both hands to create a strangling loop.


Benji gasped when she realized what he was intending to do. It was a trap. She struggled against the single handcuff, wanting so desperately to get loose. Footsteps were approaching the door.


"Bobby! It's a trap!" Benji called out. "Behind the door!"


Benji's kidnapper glared at her. He lunged forward and back-handed her so hard she blacked-out. The footsteps stopped.


Goren heard her. A trap, eh? At least Benji's okay. Bobby stopped Eames from going forward.
"Randy! It's over Randy!" Goren called out.


"I see you gained your memory back!" Taunted Randy, looking for a place to hide.


"Let's get together to talk!" Bobby told him inching closer to the door. "Ben, are you okay?"


"I'm through talking to you, Bobby!" Answered Randy. Looking at Benji, he added, "Your little girlfriend is a little out of it at the moment."


"Randy, you better not hurt her!" Not any more than you already have. There was no sound. "Randy?"


"I don't hear anything." Whsipered Alex.


"Me either."


CRASH!!! The sound of glass filled the air and the sound of a thump worried Goren. He rushed into the room, unable to contain himself. Eames waited for the clear.


A window towards the back of the room was broken as if someone or something had fallen against it. Blood on a small metal fire escape, convinced Bobby that Randy might have fallen to his death. He turned towards Benji as she laid still inconscious on the dirty mattress. He sat next to her as he stroked her cheek.


"Bobby?" Eames called from the door. "Can I come in?"


"Y-ye." He started to say before gasping for air. Something wrapped around his throat. The air quickly dispersed as he tried to desperately pull it away. His eyes bulging, he realized what was tightening around his throat. Fishing line! Bobby tried to elbow his attacker. but he was panicking from the lack of air and the more he fought the tighter the line became.




BANG!! Came the sound of a gun going off just before darkness overcame him.





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