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Collectabe Chapter six

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Chapter six

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Neal wakes up to find himself, suspended by his arms, to a rafter in the ceiling of what appears to be the basement.

He is not alone.

He groans in pain, the cuff around his shattered wrist hurts more than Neal can remember anything hurting, not to mention the ache of the wound the ice pick had produced, it sends searing jolts of agony as well, at the way it was being contorted.

Neal's eyes, cloudy with pain, take a few moments to take in the fact that Mr. Harrison is tied, bloody, to a table right in front of him.

The man's eyes are sewn shut; his left ear severed from his head and crudely pinned back on with carpet staples, giving him a grotesque, living scarecrow, look.

"Joe." Neal croaks to get the man's attention.

"Arkin? Arkin, is that you? What are you doing here?" Joseph's voice is a choked whisper, tired from his agenized screaming.

"That's a long story, where is Sharon, Matthew and Tim?" Neal asks, hoping the man won't press as to why he is there. Given the current circumstances it hardly seems important and he doesn't want to waist the energy to explain.

"Sharon… I don't know. In the house, someplace." He sounds as if he is about to pass out, but Neal can't let him do that just yet, he needs to know where the rest of the family is.

"Matthew and Tim?" he prompts again.

"Twins… twins… at my parents. They picked them up a few hours ago… still sick… weren't coming out with us." And it all sounds like too much effort for him to get out. It hurts Neal just listening to him.

But that's good. It means that at least the boys are safe. Sharon on the other hand, if she is some place in the house; isn't.

Neal takes a few deep breaths.

It's certainly harder with a broken wrist and injured shoulder, but there still hasn't been a pair of cuffs made that Neal Caffrey can't get out of. These are no exception, and soon, they slide off and Neal, slowly pulled his arms down, which hurts his injured shoulder just as much as hanging from it had.

He slowly makes his way over to the table Mr. Harrison is strapped down to and quickly sees that the man isn't actually tied but, is, instead, nailed down with large rusty nails through the middle of his hands. His feet are mangled, tied together with barbed wire…

Neal's stomach clenches in an uncomfortable manner as he doubles over, expelling the content of his stomach onto the concrete floor and his expensive shoes.

More costly, leather accoutrements positively ruined!

Taking a deep breath, Neal mops his face with the sleeve of his good arm.

There is nothing he can do, he can't free the man without doing more damage, and Harrison can't exactly run if he were to be freed. It would be better to leave him and send down help, if Neal was ever to escape himself, that is.

"I-I'm going to find Sharon. I'll come back for you." And he knows even as he makes the promise that he probably won't be able to keep it.

Neal's mouth tastes of vomit and it is all he can do to keep from throwing up again, as he makes his way up the stairs. He opens the door at the top of the basement steps, as little as he can, and slides, sideways, out the small opening, ignoring the pain thrumming through his body.

He tip toes his way around the bottom floor, mindful of all the trip wires. His movements are slow and deliberate, he keeps to the shadows and listens carefully for any sound that may lead him to Sharon, but is very aware that those same sounds could, in fact, lead him to the maniac behind all this.

Scouring the bottom floor, Neal hears nothing. A thumping comes from one of the bedroom upstairs draws his attention and he creeps over to the stairway. Before making his way back up the steps, his eyes are drawn to the frayed edge of the ugly red carpet which is NOT nailed down to the steps, his foot stops mid air above the bottom step before his pulls it back. The carpet had most definitely not been frayed and it had been very, nailed down before with… carpet staples… Neal shutters.

He nibbles his bottom lips and looks around for monofilament line, of which, he finds none of on, or near the steps. Remembering the bathroom, Neal checks every pole of the banister, every lose place a string could be tied, but comes up empty.

He slowly taps his foot on the bottom step and when nothing happens he very gently eases his weight onto his foot before, gaining a bit of confidence, starts climbing, slowly and steadily.

Neal wipes the sweat that had gathered on his brow, as he heads in the direction of the noise. He moves slowly, carefully. He isn't stupid enough to think, that just because the stairs weren't booby trapped, that the upstairs isn't.

It is darker in the upstairs hallway then it had been downstairs, without a single window to offer even the slightest glimmer from a street lamp. It made any trip wires positively invisible. A fact, Neal was very cognizant of.

He steps cautiously and lightly, feeling with his feet for any kind of resistance that there shouldn't be, in hopes he can pull back before triggering anything.

The thumping is coming from the master bedroom, so Neal heads in that direction, feeling his way very slowly as he goes.

His heart thumps in his chest, he is acutely aware of each 'flub-dub' it makes and it sets his skin crawling, you shouldn't be able to FEEL your heart beating, like that. He can hear the blood pounding in his ears and it is as if he can HEAR his heart as well.

His adrenalin is pumping like wild, it is the only thing that has prevented him from passing out from the pain, but still it's an uncomfortable feeling

He takes a deep breath and attempts to calm his body, he is usually much better at it than this, but then again, while he has been in some tight jams before, he has never faced a situation quite like this.
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Writer's Block: Good morning, star shine

On spaceflights, astronauts are awakened by songs of their choosing. What song would you pick?

Ahh, I got a very interesting first hand lesson on adverse conditioning that would make my past psychology professors very proud, through setting the same song on my cell phone to play to wake me up for work every morning. I didn’t even realize it was happening at first until I heard the song at a completely unrelated time during the day and it made me cringe. I mean really cringe and changed the radio station. The song had quite literally put me in a bad mood. This immediately struck me as odd because the reason that I picked the song as my wakeup call was because I genuinely liked it.

I found this to be extremely fascinating-having a degree in psychology I figured out what had happened pretty quickly- as a person that never thought I could be hypnotized or conditioned or any such thing without my consent-this was a very powerful lesson in just how complex the mind is-little tidbits of information getting in and changing the way we see things by power of association. As much as it disgruntled me to know I’d been conditioned against one of my favorite songs-let’s face it- it was sooooo cool!

This also brought up questions about just how happy I was with my professional life, if I could start disliking a song because it woke me up for work… but that is for another story!


LOL that was sort of on topic... No-not really, but it was a cool story I wanted to share anyway :D
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Writer's Block: See you on the dark side

If you won a free trip to the moon, would you go? Why or why not?


I am kinda, just getting used to the gravity on THIS planet and I am clumsy enough with my feet firmly on the ground. I am a little fearful as to what sort of trouble I could get myself into floating around in space. I’d probably fall off the side of the moon and plummet back down to Earth hitting a little old lady or a church or something as I crashed back down… I’d be a giant fireball from burning up in re entry-it would be a big mess…

No-No I think I am far better off keeping my feet firmly planted on Earth!
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An Apology and a request

Hello everyone, I have noticed I have gotten many new friend requests and LJ mail from people wanting my stories back. I want to apologise about it taking me so long to get back to you all. There were so many that I really couldn't get back to you all one at a time so I am going to talk to you all right here.


I made all the stories private because I had no time to work on anything. My life was hectic and out of control everything seemed to go down hill at once and I couldn't handle it. I realize though that I was running from the one thing that always used to make me happy-writing. I am wanting to get back into writing but am finding it harder than I'd like to pull back out of myself, but please don't give up on me. All of your support and kind reviews help so much and make me feel good about myself at a time when I feel rather useless. I am still dealing with some heavy stuff in real life but have finally gained time back to work on the things that used to always make me happy so I am hoping things will start looking brighter.


With that all being said I have put up an offer on the Offering Words, help Japan auction community.livejournal.com/help_japan/5198.html If anyone is interested please make a bid. It is for a good cause. Not only will it help a worthy charity but it will get my spirits back up and into writing :) lets kill 2 birds with one stone!

I thank you all for your support!
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Writer's Block: Gone with the wind

What three things do you think will become obsolete in the next ten years, and why?


What three things do I think will become obsolete...? 

Unfortunately I'm scared to think about it too much as my initial thought is humans. So much is being automated; you can't talk to anyone on the phone anymore. 

In fact I don't think there are any actual humans working for any complaint department anywhere and God forbid you should have a question about the troubleshooting for a new gadget. 

After pressing 2 for English than 4 for product help you are lead to more options and more numbers and half the time the problem you are having isn’t even on the list. So then you press 0 for operator and you are taken to yet another recording 

“We’re sorry; due to the number of customers all of our operators are busy right now. Please stay on the line and the next available associates will be with you.” Could they make that voice any creepier?

They then proceed to keep you on hold with the most God awful music ever composed, periodically chiming in to repeat the recording, and you either get fed up with waiting and hang up the phone or wait until the message changes to “Thank you for calling ______ We’re sorry but there is no one here to assist you at this moment. Please call back during regular business hours…” which leaves you to bash the receiver against your head.

So, yeah, I won’t go that route. 

So then what?

Television is my first guess. I live in a house with 7 television sets. Trust me as sad as that sounds it was a necessity for keeping the peace around here. I have a large family.

 At one point in time, in the not so distant past, every television would be in use all at once. Friends and family scattered all over the house watching different programs, happily, as our brains jellified. 

Now? 

I am sitting in my room typing away at my lap top. There is 4 other people home with me at this moment in time, and we are scattered in 3 different rooms and yes each of those rooms has a TV. 

Guess how many TVs are on… Go on guess, you can do it….

Your right, none…. See I knew you were all smart cookies.

 As little as a year ago, this would have been an unheard of phenomenon. Today it is common place. And I know it is the same for many of my friends and their families. 

More work, less free time. In this economy, if you have a job, you scramble for as many hours as you can get. Cable or satellite is expensive; many are choosing to get rid of it in favor of options such as Hulu. You save where you can, luxuries go first. While my family hasn’t quite gotten to this level of insanity yet, I do know many that have. 

I for one have not had my poor, neglected television on, in over 4 months. I prefer Hulu for those shows that I simply HAVE to watch, there aren’t many, and I am so busy that I don’t care if I see an episode a week after it has first aired. I gladly trade being the first on the block to see the new White Collar episode, for the convenience of watching it when I actually have time to enjoy it, which often times isn’t even until a week or so after it has aired, anyway.

Computers are becoming more advanced, offering more viewing and entertainment options and to this I see televisions going the way of the VCR.

Next? 

DVDs. 

Net flix has it right. If the actual DVD is never in my possession I won’t lose it. Besides, we live in the era of instant gratification. We want what we want and we want it 5 minutes ago. Who wants to wait 2 days for your movie to come in the mail when you can download and watch NOW?! Sure not all movies are available with this option, but enough are to keep me happy in the meager amount of time I have set aside for brainless activities.

Buying a DVD is expensive, at an average of $18 a pop, who wants to spend that when they can spend $8.95 a month and watch as many movies as they can fit into a 30 day period. Again, people are cutting costs where they can. I am not even going to mention all the pirated copies of movies that circle the internet, let’s keep this journal post on the up and up.

And then you have blue ray, don’t get me started; I don’t see the difference, except the $3.00 more you have to spend. But just like VHSs met their extinction through the DVD comet, DVDs will soon succumb to the power that is downloadable movies and the blue ray.

And lastly, CDs, though I think we are already deep in the midst of this as we speak.

I for one cannot remember the last time I bought a CD. 

Who needs the clutter, when I can have all my favorite songs on one, small, portable MP3 player?

Besides, why spend upwards of $20 on a CD; that will probably just end up scratched and unusable anyway, when you only want 1 or 2 of the 18 tracks it has to offer. It’s just not worth it, especially when you can buy just the songs you want for about .99, not to mention free daily give aways from note-able sights such as I-tunes. 

Again I won’t bring in the plethora of music sharing sights. I am an upstaging member of the web community, I do not endorse them. Still we all know many people use them. Right wrong or indiferent. 

Personal computers are taking over a large area of the entertainment field and with the economy as it is we have learned when best to be frugal, how to cut corners and save a little money. We are starting to make wiser, cheaper choices about how we get our entertainment and to this end many things will become obsolete. 
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Writer's Block: Talk to the animals

What would you do if your pet dog or cat suddenly started to talk to you, but nobody else could hear it? Would you assume you'd gone mad or simply be happy for the company? Would you try to convince your friends and family or would you be satisfied keeping it to yourself?




To tell the truth, if my dog just upped and started to talk to me, I might need to take a whiff of what was in my drinking glass. My poodle is bright but he hasn’t quite transcended that whole barking to talking barrier.

Barring someone actually spiking my drink, my first assumption would be that, yes, I had finally taken that last step of the deep end and was now blissfully floating on a cloud of craziness. Not that I would mind that per say. Crazy people are quite often happy people, though this strictly depends on the type of crazy in question. 

It would totally depend on what my dog had to say. If he is a good conversationalist then I would be perfectly happy to whittling away hours conversing with him and keeping the fact that I was talking to a dog secret, to avoid being locked inside a very boring padded room.

 If he was spouting off things more disconcerting or nasty then I’d be booking the next available psyche eval to get me some little white pills to make him shut up. 

See? 

It all depends on the circumstances. 

There would be no question in my mind that I had gone crazy. The only real question would be weather or not I wanted to stay that way.