FINAL - FANFICTION - (TAKEN2008)

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FINAL - FAN FICTION 

(TAKEN MOVIE 2008)

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Bryan Never managed to save his daughter Kim. He has spent the last 11 months over in Europe (Paris) refusing to go home until he returns with his daughter. As we know the police are corrupt and involved with the sex slave trafficking ring and Bryan has also realized this, which has made him a problem to have around while he is looking for his daughter. French police alongside Lenore and her husband force Bryan to come home as they think he is 'not well' and the whole thing has got to him far too much. Bryan is now back in USA fighting his own demons - Enjoy :) 

I lie there not knowing weather to seal my eyelids shut forever, contemplating weather my time has come now. The sickening hole in my stomach knots yet again as I face my ongoing reality. I lay completely still, almost dead, feeling as if I was in back there, right there again.

Her innocent, scared, pale face vividly painted right in front of me as a hallucination. I had her, I had here right there. Right there in fucking front of me! How could I have not saved her? I feel the tension of my eyelids contracting and closing in on each other firmly. The flash backs start intensifying like a fiery lightening, one after the other, image after image, thought after thought. The private trade room... The sick paedophiles, the champagne, the red button, the money, the stage. Then I turn 360 and I’m flipped back to Kimmy. I can still see detail of every crystal beading hanging from her restless body. The haunting image of the robe uncovering her innocent face and slipping across her shoulder to revel my worst nightmare… My little girl. My heart rate begins to build, I feel the blood pulsating throughout every vessel and every vain in my body. I feel it continuing to brew and thicken all the way through to my head, each beat becoming stronger and stronger in preparation for an explosion.

Within in a beat of a second I am up running to the bathroom, no loner being able to hold it in I regurgitate the tip of my feelings and emotions into the toilet bowl.

Standing up to the mirror I look at this man of shame right in the eyes. Not even recognising who this man is any more I attempt weak restless smile, as if I share pitty of whom I’m looking at. Its been so long that my face doesn’t even resemble the man that I once was, the man that I wish I could remember my self once as. Now I just feel like a quitter. Gripping the sides of the basin sink I lean further towards the mirror examining each deep line on my face, the lines that never existed before. The deep, long, tired and intertwined lines engraved to remind me what a struggle the last years have been.

“1 year” I mutter out loud in a sigh. “Fucking year.” I let out again as another drag.

I grab the half filled Jack Daniels glass on the basin suffocating the air in the room and instantly throw back half of it. Letting go of my own reflection I open the basin mirror cabinet looking for the only thing that makes any sense in my life and the escape from my deadly reality. Unscrewing a few caps I put together a cocktail of prescriptions and wash them down with the last bit of the musty Jacks. Closing the mirror cabinet I just look away refusing to make any sort of eye contact with this man again.

Back in my first initial position, this time slight more sedated I looked around at my surrounding just observing the chilling atmosphere that now consists of my life. An untouched house decaying by the day. Not even a month has passed from me being back from Europe and I feel as if I have made the wrong decision coming back. There was more I could have done I start drilling into myself. Heading straight to the phone I dial a number that is forever imprinted in my memory weather I like the idea of this or not.

Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up I sing in my head while the phone rings.

“Lenore.. It’s me, please hear me out, don’t hang up please” I plead.

“Bryan, enough. It’s you every time. Do you not think this is hard for me too, do you not think to wonder how I’m coping, or at least trying to cope? Bryan I cant move on and start thinking logically and straight with you doing this all the time….”

I quickly cut her off and interrupt as I know I don’t have much time to buy with her. “One more chance Lenore, let me go back there I know I can get her back, I’ve got contacts and some new leads that…”

“Get her back? Get her back?! What have you been doing there for the last 11 months Bryan. This isn’t healthy anymore, you need to stop. They have the best police team in Europe looking for her, and they wont stop till they find her”

I know this woman inside and yet her stupidity and naiveness never seems to frustrate me any less, this is why we are here in the first place I’m furiously but silently thinking in my head.

“For fucks sake Lenore the police is part of this sick woman trafficking ring you really think..” Once again she overriding me and cutting me off

“Look Bryan, you have had a hell of a time this last year. It’s normal to be tired and confused, I’m on your side here.”

The patronizing tone in her voice has never gone down to nicely with me

“I’m tired Lenore, your right. But it’s because of all you not doing a goddamn thing about Kimmy. If it weren’t for Stuart and his gold field of money and liaison within the French police and government I would still be there. Lenore I’m begging you tell Stuart to just call Jean-Claude and tell him that I won’t cause...” The desperation in my voice can be sensed from a mile away now.

“You are not well, I think you should make another appointment at Dr. Smiths tomorrow Bryan. Me, Stuart and Jean-Claude all care about you and want you to get better”

“Jean-Claude doesn’t give a toss about me Lenore, he’s in on it too, why can’t you see this. If I speak to Stuart he will...” I feel as though this is my last chance before Lenore’s on the phone to Dr. Smith again.

“Goodbye, Bryan. Get some rest. We will find her Bryan you have to believe it. You’ve done the best you could leave it in the hand of experts now. We don’t want to loose you too.

I hang on the disconnected line, the beeping noise playing in my head like some sort of familiar de ja vu. I continue to sit the lost in a mind daze of thoughts, thinking about something and not even knowing what. As though I’ve been missing the crucial part to the puzzle. All of a sudden I know. I quickly stand up.

“I don’t need you Lenore” I find my self saying abruptly as I go to reach for my little black book. I dial another familiar number again.

“Its Bryan. I’m going to need you to get me that passport cash and document after all. Book me in for the flight as soon as yesterday” I say ironically. “Oh, and that translator, I’m going to need him again too…”