The naturals - one shots

Redding Kidnapps Sterling

This one takes place after Sterling is already at Daniel Reddings place for a few days it has some violence in it just as a warning ✨ but I hope you guys enjoy it

„Who are you?"  A little boy with blonde hair was suddenly standing in front of me. My eyes looked back to the only picture of his mum and then back to Redding. You have a son, does he know what kind of monster you are?

„Dean, this is Veronica she will help us to cook pasta today"  Daniel Redding was pure evil but the way he looked at him. It was different. It almost looked loving.

My gaze wandered to the door. Only two metres distance. Not far away. The kitchen was surrounded by windows. A lot of light was shining into the room and it hurt in my eyes. I had squint them in order to take in my surroundings. How long have I been down there? How long was I gone and why did nobody come to safe me? Another look outside told me I was in the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by forest and fields.

„Its him. I know it" Tanner rubbed his eyes tiredly didn't even look in my direction. „Why do you think its that physio therapist? He has an alibi? He seemed cooperative, he seemed nice. Lets put our energy into someone else" I wasn't able to put my finger onto what it was but I knew it back then. So convinced but now I was sitting next to his son and wondered how much the boy knew.

„How old are you?" I asked him with surprisingly calm voice. „Twelve" He said with no smile on his face. His body language shifted the moment I sat a foot into this kitchen. The mood was suddenly terrible and I knew within my gut instinct I had to shift the mood. I had to engage in this cooking to light everyone up. Just to get Daniel Redding to relax and be sloppy for one second. And then I would run. But before that I would get the chance to map out my surroundings maybe even get the chance to get off hold of a knife?

But my biggest problem was that I really couldn't cook. In my childhood home we had servants, chefs that would cook for me, at Scarlett Judd would cook and now Tanner did the cooking. I was terrible in it but never really gave a chance to learn it. But pasta couldn't be hard right?

„Come here Victoria" Redding waved to follow him to the kitchen counter. His voice sharp and dangerous. I followed him. I had no time for mistakes. He gave some vegetables I was suppose to clean? With trampling hands I put the tap on. I dared for one second to look outside. It was snowing. Out there the world look like a fairytale....

„Are you also a dancer?" Reddings other victims where all dancers. Thats why it fitted. Him being their physio therapist but Tanner was too blind to see it. I shifted my balance from one foot to another noticing the knife In Reddings hand. It was a sharp knife. I needed this knife. I turned around to the boy to answer his questions with the best smile  I possibly could put on. „No I'm not. I'm actually a" „Be quiet. Dean stop asking stupid questions like this" Silence fell upon the room.

Dean, his twelve your old son knew that he only had women that were dancers? Did Redding just kidnap me because I was FBI or did he choose me because he knew of my dance passion when I was younger? The most interesting fact was that Redding didn't want his son to know that I was an FBI. Dean isn't like you. He wouldn't hurt someone who saves people.

„Open this" He was holding a can in my direction. Fuck. I never learned how to open those. And then he gave me a thing. Somewhere deep in my memories I remembered how Tanner used it once. This couldn't be so hard. I tried out various versions until I was actually cutting along the edges.

When I tried to lift the middle piece, I slightly cut myself. I didn't even feel the pain. My feelings were already numb. I looked at my bloody finger for two long seconds, saw it dripped down on the ground...  until I realised I needed a piece of this.
It would be the perfect weapon. Sharp like a knife but small, hideable.

I was about to pick the middle up and put inside my trousers when I suddenly felt Reddings harsh hands on my shoulders overlooking what I have done. I could smell his aftershave, feel his breath on my face. „Time to eat" he whispered in my ear.

We moved over to a square formed table. I stopped standing in front of it. Frozen in place, realising once again that this was real, that it wasn't a dream. Redding gave an angry sign to sit opposite of his sons side. Redding sat in between us, his back facing the door. In my head I tried to recall what we learned all those years ago in the FBI academy, how one could escape a situation like this but my brain was foggy and useless.

„You must be hungry Victoria, your lips already look way too dry for my taste" Psychopath. A devious, mocking smile flashed across his face. Only by smelling the pasta I lost all of my control and had to dig in. I ate with no manners left. I was so hungry and thirsty that I couldn't stop myself. Scarred and knowing deep down in the bah of my head that this might have been my really last meal. I couldn't do a single break until I saw the gun looming from the corner of my eye.

Daniel Redding did a mistake. There it was.  While he was eating his food as if we only had a normal family dinner, his gun hang loosely down on his belt on my side. This was the only chance I had. !

With one big movement I jumped up and rammed my fork into his upper thigh. Redding jumped up, was throwing his arms up cursing. I took the initiative and grabbed his gun.

My heart was pounding way too fast. I was almost convince it would drop out of my chest. I ran to the door with the biggest steps possible... it was closed. Without any more hesitation, I grabbed the gun and was just about to shoot the glass when I heard a heartbreaking scream.

He pushed his son to the ground. The sharp knife from earlier against his throat, there was no space between the white skin and the blade. „If you leave now he dies" A smile spreads on Reddings face. Images were flashing by how of me and my dad and the things my did to do to mw years ago when he was really drunk and angry. I couldn't let any other child go through that shit.

This is just a game to him. He would never kill his own son. „I wonder if you are trying to understand what is faster, my knife or your gun. Should we find out?" My ears were ringing. My instincts were screaming. We learned that a bullet was always faster than a knife. We also learned that even psychopaths can't kill their children easily. I did everything my body didn't wanted to and then I pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened. I pulled the trigger again and again! Redding laugh was filling the room. He let Dean go. „You stupid little girl" I opened the gun, it was empty no ammunition, just an empty shell.

„So sad you could have really been the one. He liked you, you know and I almost thought you were too pretty to be killed" Nausea was rising up my throat. He made a few steps in my direction, I stepped a few steps back until I could feel the wood against my back. There was no way out of this hell. No way but fighting.

I didn't spare another second before I grabbed the vase to my right and threw directly into his direction. Used the momentum to run to the other end of the house. They needed to have another exit. This couldn't be it. This wasn't how the story ended.

With big steps I ran over a carpet, threw open the door to the perfectly normal looking living room. Jumped over the sofa. There was another door. A sign of hope, possible freedom waiting for me. I tried to push it open but it was closed.

Out of nowhere strong hands pushed me down. I kicked around me and for a minute I was able to get a hold of myself again. I turned around to grab for a picture frame just to get pushed down again. I was blocked. Completely blocked. Couldn't move out of fear. I learned martial arts since the age of seven and now I was pushed to the wooden floor, not able to move and then I saw the syringe in his hand...

How did you like it? I know in the book they said she was in a shed but I changed it slightly in this version to a basement ✨ let me know if I should write more of the kidnapping.