I’m taking part in the StoryADay September 2015 challenge. The main reason being to explore my characters from the Morgan and Fairchild Series. I will endeavour to incorporate the daily prompts, though, as it’s a continued tale, it’s not strictly a story a day. It’s more a story within a story. I’ve given myself a word limit of 600 words.
Prompt: Sept 6th – Abandoned: Write a story set in an abandoned location. It could be a foreclosed house, a closed-down theme park, a ghost town, or anything else.
Recap: Justin Chambers, part of the team at Morgan & Fairchild, is approached by a friend who needs a favour. Justin accepts the missing person case, and agrees to look into it in his own time.
In Part 4 of the story, Holly was introduced. She awoke in a room, having no memory of how she got there. Holly discovered she was trapped. To read part 4, click here.
Holly knew her only chance of escape was the element of surprise. The deck was stacked against her; she had no idea where she was, why she’d been taken, or what her captors had in store. It couldn’t be good. And, judging by the other containers, she wasn’t the only prisoner.
She had unscrewed the bulb from the lamp and unplugged it. After removing the cloth shade she held it upside down, hoping to use the heavy, ceramic base as a weapon. The room was dark now, save for a slither of light which bled beneath the blinds.
Holly positioned herself beside the door. She had worked out a pattern over the last few days, and knew someone would arrive soon to dose her with pills. They wanted to keep her subdued, and weak. But, like everyone else in her life, they underestimated her.
The first time they tried to drug her, she had feigned compliance; layering on the confusion like an award winning actress. It was surprisingly easy to tuck the pills in a fold beneath her tongue. Her performance was pure method; if Holly had learned one thing from her mother it was how to fly high on amphetamines.
When she heard the lock disengage, Holly’s heart began to pound in her chest. The onset of panic made her hands shake so, before she let the fear paralyze her, she held aloft her weapon and brought it down the second a figure stepped into the room.
The thwack of ceramic on bone was a sound she would never forget. She had expected the base to explode on impact, but it was made of sterner stuff. The person she’d caught unaware had hit the carpet like a felled tree. He was tall, she could see that by the light filtering in from the doorway. But Holly didn’t want to know anything else about him. So she dodged around him, clutching her weapon, and slipped out of the container.
Outside she was hit by a wave of vertigo, whether from the violence she had inflicted, or the sheer size of the outer room, she couldn’t be sure. It was too big to be a warehouse. Holly couldn’t be certain, but it might have been a hanger of some sort.
The number of containers, arranged in neat rows, made her blood run cold. How many people lay drugged and defenceless, she wondered. The place was like a maze, and yet there were so many places for her to hide and dodge from view it aided her plan of escape.
She heard voices, a low hum which told her they were somewhere close by. The sound echoed, feeding her paranoia because she couldn’t be sure which direction to take. She hovered between two containers, conflicted because she wanted to sneak inside and help the people trapped behind cold metal walls.
Instead she pushed forward. The only way she could help her fellow captives was to get help. She might be tougher than she looked, but she wasn’t a fool.
Holly dodged and weaved for several long minutes, each feeling like an eternity. Her doubts tormented her; the visions of men in pursuit – of monsters that fed on children. When she came to a large, dirt smeared window, she stopped to peer out.
The sight beyond the glass had hope plummeting to her feet. She’d been right about the hanger. The place looked like an old, abandoned airfield. She saw nothing but neglected land for miles. Nothing but vehicles. Holly counted at least six, which meant that her chances of sneaking out of there were zero to none.
Her odds couldn’t be any worse.
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