An Act of Vengeance
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of DM. I do own the ones that I created.
Rating: I'm giving it an M for violence.
Summary: Revenge against Steve Sloan is taken out on the person he loves most.
Author's notes: Feedback is always appreciated. Also beta help is always welcomed. Thank you for reading.
Chapter One: The Abduction
Two men sat in a car watching the Sloan home. It was two thirty in the morning. Their plan had gone off without a hitch. Twenty-eight hours earlier they had escaped from the maximum security prison in Sacramento.
Inside the house Steve Sloan's phone rang. Blindly he felt for the phone, nearly dropping the receiver he groaned, "Yeah, hello."
"Steve, this is Marge at dispatch. I'm sorry to have to wake you but we have a double murder at the home of Judge Million."
Steve sat up quickly in bed. "Francis and Martha Million?"
"I'm afraid so. It looks like a homicide. We've contacted Cheryl. She's in route."
Steve sighed, "OK, I'm on my way." He hung up the phone and toyed with whether he should wake his father. Deciding his father could come later to the scene, he opted to let his father get some much needed rest. Steve got up and dressed. He stopped upstairs long enough to leave a short note for his dad, so he wouldn't worry, and then made his way to his car.
The sandy hair young man turned to his ex- cellmate. "Well, so far it's gone like clockwork.
Shaking is head up and down, the man with the short brown hair and brown beard, smiled at the young man to his left, "Now the fun begins." After Steve Sloan's pickup made the turn at the end of the street he started the engine, and pulled the car into the Sloan's driveway.
It didn't take but a few minutes for the pair to disable the alarm system and gain entry into the elder Sloan's home.
Moving quietly through the moonlit rooms, they located Mark Sloan sleeping in his room. The younger man silently move to the side of his bed and gazed down at the slumbering man. Looking over at his cellmate he nodded his head.
The oldest of the pair flipped the light switch, illuminating the room in bright white light.
The young man pounced on the elder Sloan, punching him twice in quick succession in the face. He grabbed the dazed man and flipped him onto his stomach and quickly used a zip tie around his wrists, binding his arms tightly behind him. Whipping a black cloth from his pocket he blind folded the stunned man. Glancing to his partner he gave the thumbs up sign, and punched Mark in the right kidney.
They left the dazed man on the bed and made a trip though the house. The younger man donned a pair of surgical gloves and pick up the phone. He placed a call to the pay phone down the street. "Seth, it's Vince. Yeah we're in, come on up. We need the camcorder."
Vincent Walker had been in jail for three years. He had murdered patients and nearly succeeded in murdering Mark's son before he was caught making an attempt to murder Dr. Jesse Travis in Steve's room at Community General.
Vince became the cellmate of Eddie Gault one year ago. Gault threatened Mark's life after he was paroled and nearly cost Steve his career as he attempted to protect his father.
The two men quickly became friends when they realized they both had the hate and loathing of Mark and Steve Sloan in common.
Vinny Bartel learned through the prison grapevine, that the cellmates plan to seek revenge on Steve Sloan. Bartel let it be known about twelve weeks before their planned escape he was placing a contract the head of Mark Sloan. He still blamed Mark for his father's death.
Through his many contacts in the prison system he offered to pay them one million dollars for the painful death of Mark Sloan.
Eddie and Vince accepted the job and spent much of their time planning their revenge. The only requirement was that it be recorded so Vinny could enjoy the doctor's demise.
After much time and planning the two men came up with what they felt would be the perfect plan for the pain, suffering, and death of Mark Sloan. In turn this would cause the mental torture, grief and anguish of Steve Sloan.
There was a light knock at the front door. Vince opened the door and his brother Seth stepped in. He hugged his brother, "It's good to see you Bro."
Seth grinned, "We've waited a long time for this day. I have everything set up the house. It's great; it's only three blocks from here. The video is set up, and everything is there I think you'll need, food, equipment, communications. It's all ready. I'll stay long enough to be sure it's all working then I'll split cause the cops will be tailing me looking for you soon."
Vince nodded, "Ok, let's set up the camcorder and leave a token of our visit to get things rolling. Eddie found the old man's computer. I think we'll set up a special video for the son to find when he gets home."
Vince and his brother strolled into Mark's office. Eddie had the computer up and running. He had it ready to receive the video they were about to shoot.
"Seth, it's nice to meet you," Eddie said as he stuck out his hand.
Shaking the man's hand he answered, "It's nice to meet you too, Eddie. I've heard a lot about you from my baby brother. I'm glad I could help you guys with this little project."
Eddie smiled, "Just make sure you only get Sloan on this video. We don't want to tip our hand too soon."
"No problem. I brought these hoods for us so it won't matter."
Eddie grinned, "great idea, we won't have to worry about being seen. I like it"
Seth shook his head up and down, "Shall we get started?"
"After you, we should get some footage of him bleeding in his bed."
Mark lay face down on the bed. His pillow was bright red with the blood from his lip and his cheek. His face was beginning to swell and bruise.
Seth began filming as he entered the room.
Vince and Eddie put their hoods on and entered the room. They reached out and grabbed Mark by the ankles and yanked him down and off the foot of his bed. They dropped to his knees on the floor at the foot of his bed.
Mark's wounds left a trail of bright red blood down the bright white sheet. He groaned, "Who are you and what do you want."
Vince and Eddie each took a hold of Mark's upper arms and dragged him out of the bedroom and into the living room. They stood him in the open area in front of the fire place.
Mark stood on his own although he was weak on his feet. Stepping up next to Mark, the began to read a prepared speech.
"Mark Sloan, your son, Steve Sloan has been found guilty of crimes that caused us to be falsely imprisoned. That debt must be paid."
Marks head shot up, "You leave my son alone."
Eddie drove his fist into Mark's abdomen three times hard.
"Uggh, umph… ummph," Mark groaned as the force of the blows bent him forward.
Eddie then drove his fist into the side of Mark's face, reopening and extending the laceration into the chin, driving him to his knees. The second blow opened a laceration on his temple extending a good way into the hair. His silver hair quickly became bright red.
Mark leaned over and place his forehead on the cool wood floor. Blood poured down the elder man's face and had already made a small pool on the floor.
Eddie and Vince reached down and grabbed the bound arms of the injured man. They jerked Mark back up on his feet with little effort.
"Ahhh," groaned from the silver hair patriarch of the Sloan household.
Eddie grabbed a large handful of the thick bloodied hair and yanked Mark's head, painfully arching his neck backwards. He growled in the wounded man's face, "I don't want to hear anything from you old man till you're asked… You understand?"
"Yes, I understand," Mark spluttered as he tried to keep from strangling on his own blood.
He shoved Mark's head forward and he almost lost his balance. Eddie grabbed the front of Mark's pajamas with his fist and shook him hard. "Stand up old man or I'll kill you right here."
Mark steadied himself and nodded him head up and down, "I.. I understand," he quietly answered.
Eddie nodded to Vince, go ahead brother.
Vince started the prepared statement again.
"Mark Sloan, your son Steve Sloan has been found guilty of crimes that caused us to be falsely imprisoned. That debt must be paid. Your son has been sentenced to torture equal to what we have endured then the ultimate price death by a method of our choosing."
Mark felt as though he was going to be sick. His color paled in front of the eyes of his capturers.
Eddie stepped close to Mark, his face close to Mark's left ear. "What do you think of our sentence, Dr. Sloan?"
"Don't do this. Go on with your lives. Revenge against Steve will only put you back in prison. He has a lot of friends and even if you kill me here and now, Steve and our friends won't rest till you back behind bars."
Eddie grabbed the elder man's pajama top with both hands and shook him hard, bashing his body against the large stone fireplace. Eddie screamed at the injured man, "I'm not going back to prison!" Shaking Mark again hard he continued, "and your son is going to pay, one way or another, you got that old man?"
Mark's voice broke, "Please… I can't breath…"
Eddie loosened up on his hold on the elder Sloan, "what do you want to say old man?"
Mark gasped as he tried to painful take a deep breath, "Please, take me leave my son alone."
Vince grinned, "Are you offering to take your son's place and his punishment Dr. Sloan?"
Mark swayed on his feet, "Yes… yes I am. Do whatever you want to me just leave my son alone."
Eddie snarled, "I'm not sure that's a fair exchange doctor. I mean you're an old man, I'm not sure torturing you would be as satisfying as torturing your son."
Mark slid to his knees, "Please, take me… Do whatever you need to satisfy you need for revenge, just don't hurt my son."
Vince grinned, "Well, we could send the video link of his father's torture to Lieutenant Sloan. That way we can torture them both. I believe it'll hurt Steve Sloan to watch his father's painful demise."
Eddie stood silent for a few minutes and appeared to think it through. He knelt down next to the silver haired man, "Ok, old man we'll take you up on your offer, but if you die before we're done… Your son's life will still be in play."
"OK… I understand. Thank you… Thank you."
Eddie snickered, "I wouldn't be thanking me soon, Sloan. It's going to be a very painful death for you old man."
Mark bowed his head and thought about his son. He knew Steve would be wild with worry. His son was a kind, thoughtful man. He was a good cop. Mark knew that his death at the hands of these men that Steve put away would devastate his son. He prayed he'd given his son enough coping skills that he would eventually come to terms with the sacrifice he'd made for him.
Vince grabbed a hold of the silver hair and pulled mark's head up. He ripped the blindfold off the battered man head. "You want to say something to your son before we leave, Sloan?" Shoving his head forward, he pointed to the camera on the tripod, "the cameras right there."
Mark's eyes filled with tears, his voice was broken and raspy, "Son, I want you to know that I love you. This is not your fault. I want you to get through this and live a full life son. You're not responsible for these psychological misfits…"
Eddie erupted and attacked the bound man. "Noo, that's… not… true!" He pounded Mark's face and chest with each pause in his words. The beating to Marks face and body was relentlessly until Vince and his brother finally pulled him off.
Vince growled, "What the hell are you doing? You've got to control yourself man. You're going to kill him before we even get out of the house! You're about to blow a million dollars you jerk."
Eddie walked over and kicked the elder Sloan over onto his back.
Mark, moaned in pain as his body weight came down on his tightly bound hands. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he thought about never seeing his son again.
Eddie reached down and grabbed the pajama and lifted the wounded man up off the floor.
Mark groaned loudly as he was moved to a sitting position.
Eddie smiled as he let go of the elder Sloan and he dropped back on his bound hands.
Mark cried out, "Ahh…" and rolled onto his side.
Eddied chuckled, "He's alive. Let's get finished with the filming, so we can get him loaded. Can you get it up and running on the computer? I have it tied into the plasma TV so Sloan can watch it in living color."
Seth nodded, "I'll get it loaded. It'll take me a little longer than we anticipated because I want to leave some of this in slow mo, so his son will get the full effect of these mornings' activities."
Vincent laughed, "Let's get moving. It's almost five o'clock. We need to get him loaded and out of here before they start missing him."
Seth filmed them as they dragged Mark out of the house leaving a trail of blood on the floor out the door. Within thirty minutes, they we're gone from the house.
On the computer in Dr. Sloan's office and on the plasma TV, the video of the morning's activities played on an endless loop. It was just waiting for the return of Steve Sloan to his father's house.
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