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Run Part I
Aug. 12th, 2010 09:31 pmTitle: Run Part I
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: AU. LA, 1951. Dominic Howard is an average guy living an average life. Until a blue-eyed stranger jumps into his car and holds him at gunpoint...
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, I just like to have fantasy orgies with them. And David Tennant. And Matt Smith. And Russell Howard. And almost the entire male cast of True Blood. It's getting crowded in there.
Okay, so this is my attempt at a Hitchcock thriller, something like The 39 Steps or North By Northwest. Only, y'know, nowhere near as good.
"Drive." I stare, open-mouthed, at the man in the passenger seat. I've never seen him before in my life and yet he saw fit to jump into my car and demand a ride. This is ... well, I don't know what this is, but I don't have to stand for it. I finally find my voice.
"Look here, mister. You can't just jump into people's cars and expect them to drive you around. This isn't a cab! Just who in the hell do you think you are?"
Something hard and cold is shoved into my side and a pair of ice-blue eyes bore into mine. "I'm the man with a gun in his hand. Now do what I say." I tear my gaze away from his and see two men approaching the car. He sees them too: the gun digs even further into my side and his voice takes on a desperate edge. "I said drive!"
I do as he says and the men outside beat a hasty retreat, probably back to a car of their own. But we're already gone. My mysterious passenger relaxes a little. The gun is withdrawn and he throws his briefcase in the back seat. I clear my throat. What exactly are you supposed to say to someone who's just - and there's really no other way to put this - kidnapped you at gunpoint? "Where do you want to go?"
"It doesn't matter. Just keep driving."
"What's your name?"
"You don't need to know."
"I'm-"
"I don't want to know."
That pretty much kills the conversation right there. I'm trying to keep all my attention on the road, but I can't help myself, I keep sneaking glances at him. He's slightly smaller than me, and a lot thinner. Dark hair, a pale face and those beautiful blue eyes. Wait a minute. Did I just call a man beautiful? Get a hold of yourself, Howard! It's just temporary insanity, the pressure of the situation I've suddenly found myself in. Yeah. That's all it is.
He's staring at me, I can feel it and I find myself shifting in my seat as I drive. He obviously senses my discomfort. "Am I making you nervous?"
"Yes! You keep staring at me! I'm doing what you want, so why do you have to keep looking at me like that?"
He moves closer to me and a playful tone creeps into his voice. "Why shouldn't I look at you? You're an attractive man." I can feel myself blushing and I yelp as his finger flicks my earlobe. "A very attractive man." The finger trails down my neck. "I've always had a thing for blonds. We could have so much fun together. Get a hotel room, just the two of us, and really make a night of it. What do you say?"
"I'm engaged!"
"That wasn't a no."
I'm sweating now and he's still touching me. He pulls away suddenly. "Relax, I'm just having fun with you." I let out the breath I didn't even realise I was holding. He's not wearing a jacket and, out of the corner of my eye, I see red leaking through his shirt.
"You're hurt."
"What?" He looks down at himself. "So I am. I guess I didn't notice in all the excitement." He pulls his shirt open and inspects the damage. "It's nothing, just a little scratch. Got anything in here I could mop this up with?"
"There should be some clean rags in the glovebox."
He leans forward. "I'm trusting you. But if you try anything funny, I'll splatter your brains all over this nice car of yours and believe me, that shit never comes out. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to. Understand?" I swallow thickly and nod. "Good boy." He opens the glovebox and paws through it until he finds the rags. He presses them against the wound and closes his shirt. "That's better."
"You should get a doctor to look at that. I could take you to a hospital."
"I appreciate the offer, but there's no need. I'll be fine. Pull over." I do as I'm told. "This'll do. Thanks for the ride. Sorry if I messed up your day, but I really didn't have a choice." He tugs at my jacket, which I took off and draped over my seat before I got in the car. "Can I borrow this?"
I nod and he pulls it on. "Be seeing you." He winks at me before jumping out of the car as quickly as he jumped in, leaving me speechless. What the hell just happened?"
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: AU. LA, 1951. Dominic Howard is an average guy living an average life. Until a blue-eyed stranger jumps into his car and holds him at gunpoint...
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, I just like to have fantasy orgies with them. And David Tennant. And Matt Smith. And Russell Howard. And almost the entire male cast of True Blood. It's getting crowded in there.
Okay, so this is my attempt at a Hitchcock thriller, something like The 39 Steps or North By Northwest. Only, y'know, nowhere near as good.
"Drive." I stare, open-mouthed, at the man in the passenger seat. I've never seen him before in my life and yet he saw fit to jump into my car and demand a ride. This is ... well, I don't know what this is, but I don't have to stand for it. I finally find my voice.
"Look here, mister. You can't just jump into people's cars and expect them to drive you around. This isn't a cab! Just who in the hell do you think you are?"
Something hard and cold is shoved into my side and a pair of ice-blue eyes bore into mine. "I'm the man with a gun in his hand. Now do what I say." I tear my gaze away from his and see two men approaching the car. He sees them too: the gun digs even further into my side and his voice takes on a desperate edge. "I said drive!"
I do as he says and the men outside beat a hasty retreat, probably back to a car of their own. But we're already gone. My mysterious passenger relaxes a little. The gun is withdrawn and he throws his briefcase in the back seat. I clear my throat. What exactly are you supposed to say to someone who's just - and there's really no other way to put this - kidnapped you at gunpoint? "Where do you want to go?"
"It doesn't matter. Just keep driving."
"What's your name?"
"You don't need to know."
"I'm-"
"I don't want to know."
That pretty much kills the conversation right there. I'm trying to keep all my attention on the road, but I can't help myself, I keep sneaking glances at him. He's slightly smaller than me, and a lot thinner. Dark hair, a pale face and those beautiful blue eyes. Wait a minute. Did I just call a man beautiful? Get a hold of yourself, Howard! It's just temporary insanity, the pressure of the situation I've suddenly found myself in. Yeah. That's all it is.
He's staring at me, I can feel it and I find myself shifting in my seat as I drive. He obviously senses my discomfort. "Am I making you nervous?"
"Yes! You keep staring at me! I'm doing what you want, so why do you have to keep looking at me like that?"
He moves closer to me and a playful tone creeps into his voice. "Why shouldn't I look at you? You're an attractive man." I can feel myself blushing and I yelp as his finger flicks my earlobe. "A very attractive man." The finger trails down my neck. "I've always had a thing for blonds. We could have so much fun together. Get a hotel room, just the two of us, and really make a night of it. What do you say?"
"I'm engaged!"
"That wasn't a no."
I'm sweating now and he's still touching me. He pulls away suddenly. "Relax, I'm just having fun with you." I let out the breath I didn't even realise I was holding. He's not wearing a jacket and, out of the corner of my eye, I see red leaking through his shirt.
"You're hurt."
"What?" He looks down at himself. "So I am. I guess I didn't notice in all the excitement." He pulls his shirt open and inspects the damage. "It's nothing, just a little scratch. Got anything in here I could mop this up with?"
"There should be some clean rags in the glovebox."
He leans forward. "I'm trusting you. But if you try anything funny, I'll splatter your brains all over this nice car of yours and believe me, that shit never comes out. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to. Understand?" I swallow thickly and nod. "Good boy." He opens the glovebox and paws through it until he finds the rags. He presses them against the wound and closes his shirt. "That's better."
"You should get a doctor to look at that. I could take you to a hospital."
"I appreciate the offer, but there's no need. I'll be fine. Pull over." I do as I'm told. "This'll do. Thanks for the ride. Sorry if I messed up your day, but I really didn't have a choice." He tugs at my jacket, which I took off and draped over my seat before I got in the car. "Can I borrow this?"
I nod and he pulls it on. "Be seeing you." He winks at me before jumping out of the car as quickly as he jumped in, leaving me speechless. What the hell just happened?"
