InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Smokes and Mirrors ❯ Dead End ( Chapter 23 )

Smokes and Mirrors

 

Chapter 23: Dead End

 

Something smelled musty, rusty and just plain disgusting. There was a soft humming like noise coming from some distant place. Other than that, though, the place was so quite it was frightening.

 

Inuyasha was slowly coming to consciousness. First thing he noticed beside the awful smell and strange noise was the major headache. `Is this what migraines are made of?' he thought absently. He tried to move his hand to rub the discomfort away from his head. Instead he found his entire body sore right down to the bones. He couldn't move his arms, the harshness of the rope slowly biting into his wrist.

 

Inuyasha opened his eyes in hopes of finding answers.

 

He was bound to a chair; that much he could make out. Blinking away the drowsiness in his eyes, he lifted his head. He surveyed his surroundings, realizing the funky scent came from everywhere and the humming came from a fan in the wall towards the end of the room. Small rays of light filtered through the dirty windows and judging by whatever colors he could make out, he realized it was day's end.

 

`How long was I out?'

 

Not wasting any more time, the teen took in as much as he could and stored it all in his memory. From the looks of things, he was in a warehouse and the only warehouses in town where in the industrial section. So he knew where he was theoretically, just not where he was literally.

 

Inuyasha tested the ropes binding him once for durability. They were thick, so chances of cutting it were slim. However, thick also meant hard to tie a knot, therefore relatively easy to undo, with the right technique of course.

 

Putting his headache aside, the teen concentrated on breaking free. He constantly looked around, eyes catching the slightest bit of movement. Hands jerking left and right, fingers intertwining here and there, he tried to break free. He looked behind him, trying to spot the knot and where the weak link was. Inuyasha silently swore and prayed. Whoever bound him to the chair knew exactly how to tie him down.

 

Inuyasha stopped all movement, his eyes growing wide in panic, his breath caught in his lungs.

 

Kagome.

 

Where was she? What happened? He was going to warn her about something, about someone, but the next thing he knew he was about to kiss the forest ground. That was the last he remembered.

 

That guy. That man was Kagome's uncle, or as his father preferred calling him, the main suspect in the death of her father.

 

“Shit!” he cursed out loud, now even more desperate to get out of the chair. Of course, someone who would murder another, almost rape a young girl and manage to leave three people with memory blanks would have to know how to tie a proper knot not matter what type of rope is being used. “Shit, shit, SHIT!” He didn't care anymore if he was discrete or not. He had to find her! Or at least get some kind of help.

 

A high pitched scream shattered the silence and sent the teen into frozen shock.

 

It had to be her. She had to be here.

 

Inuyasha's mind kicked back into gear. Ignoring his own physical pain, he pulled harder on the binds, the roped slicing through his skin sending prickles of blood on the floor.

 

`Almost…' he encouraged himself. `Just a little bit more…' Annoyed by the cord and careless of what would happen to his own hands, Inuyasha yanked his right arm as hard as he could.

 

“Yes!” One hand free, he brought the other in front, getting rid of the binds and set to work on his legs. Another scream sent him jumping in his seat, briefly distracting him from his task. The next shout startled him back into setting himself free. One leg done, he set about working on the next. He would wince every time he heard another shout, but this time he wouldn't loose his focus. If he wanted to help her, he had to concentrate.

 

Once out of the chair, Inuyasha looked for some kind of weapon. The place was bare except for some chairs and a table with some take-out. He approached the metal objects in hope of finding something more useful.

 

Luck must have been on his side.

 

Sitting there, in all its silverfish glory was a cell phone. His cell phone no less. Making hast, he quickly grabbed it only to find the battery had been pulled out.

 

“Fucking fantastic…”

 

Sighing in temporary defeat, Inuyasha closed his eyes, raking his brain to come up with some sort of idea. His eyebrows furrowing in confusion, he opens his eyes. In his fuss to find a weapon, he hadn't noticed the screaming had stopped. Why? What was going on? Was she okay? Did they kill her, or simply stuff her mouth to shut her up? Was she awake and aware, or lost to blissful unconsciousness?

 

Inuyasha went into over gear and could care less about weapons. Absently grabbing his phone, he swiftly made his way towards the only available door. Careful not to make any noise, he grabbed the handle and turned. The door didn't budge. Twisting and turning the door knob has hard as he could, he could not get the contraption to open. It was locked.

 

Refraining from cursing some more, Inuyasha turned around and surveyed the room. There had to be another way out. His eyes landed on the window. If that was his only way out, so be it. He was on the second floor and the ground seemed so far away. Looking through the glass, his eyes landed on an open garbage bin just below the third window. He stared for a while, his head slowly reminding him of his ache and his body protesting with major pain.

 

Ignoring the loud beating drums in his mind and the throbbing of his muscles, Inuyasha retrieved a chair. He grabbed the metal piece he was tied down to, wincing and grunting as heated pain ran up his arms through his burning wrist. Target window now in site, he put all his energy into shoving that damned chair through the warehouse window and sent it flying across the street below.

 

With the mother of all headaches, Inuyasha thought the sound of glass shattering was loud enough to wake up the entire neighborhood. He had no doubt whoever brought them here had heard as well.

 

Now panting with much needed air and energy, the teen looked out the broken window measuring his fall. Taking a deep shaky breath, Inuyasha jumped.

 

xXxXx

 

He couldn't believe this. He just could not believe this. Yet it was all true.

 

It was approaching eleven hours now that Kagome had gone missing. To add salt to the wound, his own son was missing as well, and to top the icing on the cake, he was last seen following the girl. That meant they were probably still together, or at least he prayed it was so.

 

Toga was just about to start on his lunch when he got a call from a frantic Anna saying her daughter wasn't at school anymore. Minutes later, Sesshoumaru came barging in claiming Inuyasha was missing from school as well.

 

He'd ordered his son to start tracking down Kagome's shoe, the one they had installed a tracking device on. Toga on the other hand would track down Inuyasha via the chip installed in his cell phone.

 

Kagome's shoes were found in the park not far away from her home; therefore that led to a dead end. Inuyasha could not be found due to some dumbass that placed the tracking chip in the wrong place. Inuyasha's battery was found halfway across town on some resident home's front lawn.

 

`Things just can't get any worst…' Toga thought. He stared out his office window, wishing for the hundredth time for the nightmare to end.

 

xXxXx

 

A.N.

 

Hey hey!

 

I'm so terribly sorry about this delay. I was really at a lost for words. I didn't know what to do, what to write, and I've been so busy lately too. This chapter is short; terribly sorry. But I will make up for it when ever I find the time. I hope I haven't lost any readers in this delay.

 

Thanks to all the wonderful reviews. I won't be putting any shout out this time (sorry again) But that doesn't mean I'm not expecting reviews. Please, please, PLEASE tell me I haven't lost your interest in this!

 

Cheers to all the readers and reviewers, Take care…

~BlackDiamon

 

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