Title: Survival Of The Fittest
Characters: Olivia Benson/Nick Amaro/Amanda Rollins/Don Cragen/Fin Tutuola/William Lewis (perp)
Rating: Strong R
Disclaimer: Thanks to Dick Wolf and Warren Leight, I don't own them. Sorry, but you can't sue me 'cause I'm broke.
Setting/Classifications: Drama, Suspense, Crime, Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Graphic Language, Alternate Universe
Spoilers/Notes: Post 'Her Negotiation'
Summary: Being held captive in her own apartment by the Beast would make any person break down. But Olivia's determined to survive...by any means necessary.
Author's note: Okay, let me be honest with you: the season finale scared the HELL out of me, especially at the end. I went to sleep with the image of Olivia having the gun being pointed at her and William Lewis pushing her playing in my head. I can only imagine what kind of torture he's putting her through. Damn, that was one awesome, but terrifying episode right there. I just had to jump in and put in my two cents about this eppy. A nice hold over until September.
Oh, and one more thing, new chapter of 'Broken Trust' is coming soon. Be on the lookout for it.
Enjoy and happy reading!
Lots of love, hugs and kisses from your resident writer and friend, Nina!
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Benson residence
Manhattan, New York
May 22nd, 2013
Detective Olivia Benson felt a cold shiver running up and down her spine as the gun was being pointed at her face by William Lewis, who had a evil smirk on his face when he surprised her by appearing from the around the corner in her apartment. HER apartment. The one place where she's supposed to feel safe and secure. How the hell did she let her guard down as soon as she walked through the door?!
To make the situation more dire, he moved the gun away from her face and traced it down to the shirt she was wearing, causing the back ends of her shoulder length brown hair to stand up in fear. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. This tough as nails detective of Manhattan's Special Victims Unit was now being held hostage in her own home, with seemingly no end in sight. She didn't know how to get herself out of this nightmare.
"Nice to see you again, detective Benson. We've got a lot of catching up to do," William said, a cocky and sinister smirk appearing on his face.
"How did you get into my apartment?" she asked, finally finding her voice.
He smirked again. "That's for me to know and for you to find out. Since I'm here, though, I think it's time we get reacquainted, don't you think?"
"I don't think so. Get the hell out of my apartment right now," she said, attempting to reach for her gun, but she was stopped dead in her tracks when she heard him cock his gun.
"You're not going anywhere, little lady. I'm gonna have so much fun with you. Now move your hand away from your holster right now or suffer the consequences," he growled as he came closer to her, the gun still being pointed at her chest. Another cold shiver ran up and down her spine when she slowly moved her hand away from the holster that rested on her hip. He grabbed the gun out of her holster and tossed the metal object right out the window.
"You won't be needing it, detective. I'm gonna have so much fun with your sweet little ass," he seethed as he approached her stealthily. She felt him wrap his arm around her waist tightly; crushing her towards him and making no room for her to escape. Olivia felt the air leaving her lungs.
"Now, you got two choices to make here, detective. Either you do what I want, when I want and how I want or I'll be more than happy to put a bullet in your fucking pretty little head and throw your lifeless body into the Hudson river. I'll make sure no one will be able to find you. Your choice," he whispered harshly in her ear, squeezing her much more tightly.
"Let...me...go..." she tried to choke out.
"Not a chance, baby. You're mine!" he screamed as he pushed her towards the living room, his arm still wrapped around her waist tightly and his gun still being pointed at her chest. Olivia's brown eyes were popped open in shock when he started lavishing kisses on her neck, biting down on her skin harshly and letting out a moan when blood was seeping out of her neck.
William then pushed her down on the sofa hard, then he pounced on top of her, cutting off her chances to escape once again. She felt tears forming in her eyes as he leaned down and started biting down on her neck harshly again; satisfied to see more blood seeping out of her skin and trickling down in her shirt. He was crushing her down on the sofa with his body so hard that he was suffocating her.
"Now the real fun begins!" he snapped, pointing the gun in her face again and making no room for argument. She shook her head and attempted to get him off of her by using all of her weight to push him off, but all she got in return is a huge slap to her face. She continued to push him off of her, but he kept slapping her across her face; even using the gun to pistol whip her and causing her nose to bleed.
Olivia finally conjured up enough strength to push him off of her. Even more damaging, she kicked him right in his stomach; effectively knocking him off the sofa. She got up and attempted to break camp, but William grabbed her by her ankles and yanked her down on the floor.
Refusing to stay down, she managed to kick him right into his face, the heel of her shoe breaking his nose in the process. William hissed in pain as she got up from the floor and ran straight for her bedroom; slamming the door behind her, locking it tightly and pushing the dresser against the door to prevent that sicko from coming in. At least it brought her some time.
Remembering that she kept another gun in her safety box underneath her bed, she dove right underneath it and grabbed the metal box, dragging it out and breaking it open. She grabbed the .9 pistol, checked it to make sure the safety was off and that she had enough bullets in case some crazy shit happened, Olivia tossed the box back underneath the bed and just sat on the floor, clutching the gun close to her heart.
"Detective Benson, I know you're in there. Come out, come out wherever you are," William taunted as he attempted to break the door down with his foot. She closed her eyes and let out an exasperated breath as he continued to break the door down with his foot.
"Open the fucking door and let me in, bitch!" he screamed, kicking the door with much more force. Olivia just shook her head and stayed where she was. She just needs to figure out what to do next.
"I'm giving you a count of three to open this door or else I'll blow your head off! One..." he started counting.
"Get the hell out of my apartment!" she screamed, now standing up and pointing the gun at the door. She was shaking in anger and fear because anything could happen within the next few seconds.
"Two..." William continued counting, getting more and more angry for not kicking the door down.
"Last chance! Get out!" she screamed, still pointing the gun at the door.
"Three!" he screamed, using all of his strength to finally knock the door down, knocking the dresser down along the way. He stood in the doorway, wearing an angry scowl on his face and taken by surprise when he stared down at the barrel of the gun she was holding.
"I thought I got rid of your gun, detective," he said, his face turning into an ugly snarl.
"Not a chance, William," Olivia said as she placed her finger on the trigger.
"Put the gun down. We're not gonna play by your rules. We're playing by my rules," he said, raising his gun and pointing his gun at her again, his finger also on the trigger.
The two stood in her bedroom, guns drawn at each other, both of them not backing down. It was turning out to be a kill or be killed fight.
"I'm not gonna tell you again. Get out of my apartment or suffer the consequences," she warned, the adrenaline transpiring through her body.
"Looks like I'm gonna have to break you down. I'm not leaving here until I get what I want from you. Either way it goes, you're one dead bitch after I have my way with you. Now put the gun down, get in that bed of yours and give me what I want!" he snapped as he started advancing towards her like he was a predator and she was the prey.
The only thing you could hear were the unmistakable hail of gunfire emitting from her apartment.
Coming up in the next chapter: Who got shot: Olivia, William or both? Who ends up in the hospital? And more importantly, who will survive? Stay tuned!
I'm only gonna do a couple of chapters of this story. I have 'Broken Trust' to consider. As I mentioned before, be on the lookout for a brand new chapter of both stories soon.
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