A/N:
This is my first fanfiction. I've never been able to write before. Something happens on the journey from brain to paper and it never comes out right. So I hope you like it. I would like at least one review for this chapter. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! I'll love you forever. Feel free to criticize my grammar and spelling.
DISCLAIMER:
Beauty and the Beast is not mine, although I wish Jay Ryan was so I could do naughty things to him. YUM!
Muirfield came after her, just as Vincent feared. Fists are flying, she's ducking under kicks and landing hits whenever she can. Her gun is laying on the pavement out of reach. Knocked out of her hand by the asshole behind her when she was first cornered. She shoves one man back and turns kicking the other in the face causing him to slam against Silverfox's car. Diving for the gun, Cat is grabbed from behind and thrown back onto the ground. Hitting her head on the pavement, she's left out of breath and disoriented.
The big ogre of a man picks her up and throws her into the car. The other, the one who knocked her gun out of her hand, the one she nicknamed "Dick" tended to his cheek. The force behind her kick would have at the very least cracked his jaw. Knowing this, caused a Grinch worthy smirk to cross her face. At least it did before the "Dick" slinked over and socked her in the temple, causing Catherine to lose consciousness.
Blurry surroundings greeted her when she was finally able to lift her heavy eyelids again. With a massive headache blooming, she began to take stock of her situation. Creepy warehouse with flickering lights? Check. Zip tied to chair? Check. Creepy Muirfield goon? Huh, where'd he go? Footstep echoed and she peered through hair to find... Yes, you guessed it. Creepy Muirfield guy.
"Kind of pushing the Patriot Act to the limit, aren't you?" She says, speaking harshly, letting the disgust she feels for the man stepping towards her seep into her voice.
"I apologize for the physicality but I knew you wouldn't come easily" he said calmly.
"Gee, how'd you guess?" she sneered.
"Where is he?" he said.
"I don't know. He only comes around once a year... He shouldn't be that hard to find. I mean there are only so many men that wear a red suit, have a white beard, are fat and jolly, and ride in a sleigh pulled by flying reindeer... You were talking about Santa, right?" She said, spitting on his shoe.
Which of course, earned her a punch to the face. She didn't even give him the satisfaction of wincing. Instead choosing to say.
"Kidnapping, false imprisonment of an officer... assault. You just keep adding to the charges I can bring up against you, aren't you Asshole?"
Anger flaring in his eyes, he signaled to two men stationed behind her. While one held her arms so she could not fight back, the other cut the zip tie that had been holding her to the chair. Dragging her to the wall that had been located behind her, the two men, who turned out to be the "Dick" and the "Ogre", attached Catherine's wrists to chains that were nailed to the walls as she struggled.
"Now, I knew you were going to be difficult", creepy head guy sneered, "But not this difficult. Which means things are going to have to go back to being physical."
Cat tensed as the "Dick" stepped forward. Bracing herself, she experienced a rush of satisfaction when a puff of air was expelled instead of the moan of pain she wanted to let loose as she was punched in the abdomen. Numerous blows to the stomach caused cries of agony to ring out through the warehouse that could no longer be bit back. Blood dribbled out of the side of her mouth to splash on the collar of her shirt but she still would not give Vincent up.
"WHERE IS HE?" he roared.
"Probably on Easter Island, Asshole. But if you're that hard up for candy, you can always go to the store." she retorted.
"Looks like this isn't working, guess we'll have to try something else." he said, nodding to the men.
Eyeing the "Dick", she was too distracted to notice the "Ogre" sneaking up on her until she felt two pieces of metal being pressed against her arm, and by then her body had already begun to jerk and convulse.