(A/N Ummm. This is my first fanfic, I hope you enjoy. Let me know if you want to continue it, because I don't know if I will.)

Prologue

(3rd Person POV)

Dark nights were going to be the end of her. If only it hadn't been dark, maybe she wouldn't have been here, maybe she would be out with her friends celebrating yet another case solved. But never mind all that, because here she was, tied to a chair, in a dark, empty room, with nothing but the dripping of a nearby faucet to fill the silence.

It didn't matter, in fact, nothing mattered, because she was sure she was going to die here, in the wilderness, all alone, with no one to hear her scream. No one would notice she was missing, until next week at the very least, maybe earlier if she was lucky. She would surely be dead by then, because the person that had done this to her would come back. There was no doubt about that.

He would come in here, and kill her. No mercy. Mercy, compassion or forgiveness shown toward someone whom it is within one's power to punish or harm. Serial killers were not known for their ability to have mercy on anyone, or anything for that matter. Just her luck, while everyone was out celebrating the thought-to-be serial killers capture, she was stuck here.

The door creaked, here it was. This was the end. "Goodbye world," she thought. She turned her head toward the door, and was almost surprised by the sight that came before her eyes. "Oh, dear God. Please save me." That was her last thought before the darkness claimed her, and she could no longer see.