After Bad Rock

Warning: This following story contains extreme,graphic, and repetitve physical, sexual and psychological torure. We love Face, but we were not nice to him at all in this one. Consider yourself warned...read at your own risk...and hopefully enjoyment!

Chapter 1

"Ah…c'mon, B.A., it worked…didn't it?" Face smiled sitting across from the larger man. "Murdock's blood might even…ah…add a little color to your life."

"I don't need no color…got enough already." B.A. began to twist off his large thumb ring so he could make a better fist. "Plus I owe you one…then we be even." He pulled back his arm and glared at Face menacingly.

Face flinched and leaned back into his seat trying to brace himself for the four-ring knuckle sandwich headed his way. But instead to his great surprise…and immense relief…a huge grin broke out on B.A.'s face and he shook his head signaling that he was only messing with the younger man.

Without warning, the van jolted forward into motion and B.A. was pressed back into his seat, his still raised fist locked into position as his arm was stopped in its backward movement as his elbow connected with the back of his seat. Face was propelled into BA and instinctively turned his head to the side and reached out to brace himself. However, before he could find something to hold onto BA's fist connected full force with Face's temple. B.A. yelped at the pain in his injured thigh from the sudden movement and from Face's weight that was thrown onto him. He pushed Face back towards his seat and his head snapped back only to be stopped by the headrest. Instinctively, he brought his hand up to his head as he watched the stars dance in front of his eyes.

The sound of sirens filled the air and grew increasingly louder. Hannibal grabbed a shotgun, leaned out the front driver window, and began to shoot at the tires of the military police vehicles. "Grab a gun, Face, and help me out," Hannibal shouted.

But Face couldn't hear anything above the ringing in his ears. He removed the hand from the side of his head and brought it in front of his eyes. He saw red…literally. The four rings on BA's hand had left deep gashes along his temple and under his hair.

"Face, move it, I can't drive and shoot at the same time. What the hell's taking you so long?"

Face heard something in a distance but couldn't make out words. His vision was beginning to blur and all he could see was the blood on his hand. BA had his eyes screwed tight against the pain and was oblivious to the accident that had occurred. Amy had been thrown out of her seat as the van jolted forward and opted to stay put in the back of the van and on the floor for as long as the shooting was going on.

"Face, damn it, you want us to get caught? Move it, I'm running out of ammo." Hannibal was trying hard to drive and shoot at a time and was extremely pissed by now.

Murdock had jumped into Amy's car at the sound of sirens and had taken off in the other direction. Since the van turned around to get away from the approaching cars he was some distance ahead of it. He was wondering why only Hannibal fired out of the van and saw that the MP's were gaining. Two cars were side by side directly behind the van, ready to overtake and box it in. Murdock spun Amy's car around and fired at the tires of the cars. To his relief the two cars crashed into each other and blocked the path of the others for long enough to allow him and the van to get away. The van was now following closely behind Amy's car to block the MP's view of the number plates and keep Amy out of trouble.

Hannibal too saw red, but not literally. "Lieutenant, what the hell is wrong with you? I gave you a direct order. You didn't only endanger our freedom but Amy's as well. You better have one heck of an explanation. I don't need any liabilities on the team."

As Face stayed silent he went on, "Amy, as soon as we get to the next highway I want you to get into your car and get a safe distance away from us for as long as the MP's are on our tail."

Murdock took the next exit and the van followed. A few minutes later they pulled into the near empty parking lot of a motel and parked off to the side where they couldn't be seen from the road. Hannibal hopped out of the front seat, still seething, and opened the back door of the van. "Get going, kid," he ordered; cigar dangling out of the side of his mouth.

Amy heard the tone of his voice and knew better than to disagree with the colonel at that moment.

Murdock who had walked over to join them tossed her the keys and with a wink said, "have a safe trip, Chiquita."

Amy smiled at the pilot and half jogged over to her small vehicle.

"What happened, colonel?" Murdock asked cautiously.

"I don't know." He tossed the cigar onto the pavement and ground it with his foot. "But I'm about to find out."

Inside the van, B.A. had been able to bring the pain down enough to open his eyes, but he was still breathing hard. He saw Face sitting across from him, blood covering the side of his face. "You…okay…Faceman?" he gasped out.

Face heard the sergeant's words as if through a tunnel. "Yeah," he muttered. But his head felt heavy and his neck ached; he wasn't sure it could support the weight much longer. "You?"

B.A. didn't have a chance to answer before the side door slid open and a scowling Hannibal demanded, "you better start explain…" The words trailed off as he took stock of the sight before him. "Get the med kit, Murdock."

"On it," the pilot replied.

"You okay, B.A.?" Hannibal asked starting with the less injured looking of the two, but he kept his eyes trained on Face.

"Yeah, man. I'm fine." While his leg throbbed, there was no sign that his stitches ripped and the pain was lessening by the minute.

"Face?"

"S…sorry...Han…bal."

Hannibal didn't like the slurring of Face's voice or that he wasn't moving at all. And then there was the blood seeping from his head. "Don't move, kid. Let me check you over first." If Face did have a head injury, they had to stabilize him first. Murdock returned with the kit and handed it to Hannibal. "Captain, help B.A. out of the van so I can tend to Face."

"C'mon, big guy." Murdock frowned as B.A. allowed his assistance without so much as a growl or a dirty look. He was too focused on Face's well being to even care.

Hannibal took B.A.'s spot and began rummaging through the first aid supplies. "What happened, B.A.?"

"When the MPs showed up and you took off real fast, Face flew right into my fist. I think I pushed him back, but I don't remember much else." He looked down at the ground. "I didn't mean to hurt him."

"S'okay," Face moaned. "Accident."

Hannibal leaned forward and placed his hand gently on Face's thigh. "I'm going to check you over now. I'll try to be gentle, but you need to stay real still until we know what we're dealing with."

It was Face's left side that was bleeding so Hannibal stayed outside the van to access the cuts. Judging by what was on his clothes Face had lost a good amount of blood but the bleeding had slowed and could wait until he was checked over completely.

Hannibal took the seat that was previously occupied by BA. Face was gazing into the back of the van. "Face, look at me. Fix your eyes on mine."

Face tried to do as he was told but had problems focusing. He saw Hannibal's blurry face in front of him and rather guessed at where the eyes were. He just couldn't fix his eyes on one spot, they kept wandering away and he was blinking repeatedly.

Hannibal was getting more concerned by the minute. While Face seemed to hear what was being said he obviously had problems acting on it and he had yet to move.

"BA, has he moved since the incident?"

"I can't tell; I just opened my eyes a minute before you opened the door. He sure didn't move then."

"Face, can you move your arms for me?"

'Arms, wait a minute, arms, oh yeah that, I have a pair of them, somewhere, oh here. Move, okay, move I can do.'

Face sat there without movement or any sign of understanding what he was supposed to do until he slowly raised his arms. It was a response, but a very late one. At least he was moving.

"Good. What about your legs?" The same procedure repeated itself. Face was very slow to react but finally moved. Hannibal noticed with concern that he was staring straight ahead and held his neck and head stiff.

"Good, now can you move your head from side to side real slow for me?"

'Head, I would rather not.'

This time there was no response at all. "Face?"

'Oh sorry, forgot to speak.' He was feeling oddly detached from what was happening around him. "Head…hurts."

"I know it hurts, kid…but can you move it?"

"No…gonna fall…off."

"It won't fall off your neck. Come on I just need you to move it a little bit to see if everything is working. I'll leave you alone after that, promise."

After processing the information Face made a tiny movement but immediately grimaced in pain and stopped.

Hannibal patted his patient on the knee and left the van to discuss with BA and Murdock.

"He has four quite deep gashes on the left side of his head, almost completely covered by hair. They need to be cleaned and stitched. He's concussed and it looks like a case of whiplash to me, though I'm not an expert. What I'm most concerned about is his slow responses and the increasing slur in his voice."

BA looked down at his hand and saw the blood on his rings. There was no doubt as to what had caused the gashes. "What do we do now man?"

"We can't risk going to a hospital with Lynch that close and we can't also go back to Bad Rock while the military is crawling around there. He needs rest for the concussion and we need to clean and stitch up the cuts. Seeing that we are at a motel and I really don't want to move him any more we should get a room and lay low."

"Aren't we too close to Bad Rock still?"

"We don't have much choice Murdock, not until we know exactly what injury he has. He moved his head so I hope nothing is broken but it was just a tiny movement and caused immense pain. I can't be sure until we got him x-rayed and that will take a few days. If possible I want to stall until the military has left the area. Besides I hope that Lynch thinks that I would flee the area and not look for us too close to Bad Rock. At least he is responsive, even if the speed is not really impressive, but he seems to know the here and now. With the way his speech is slurring more and more that may change. Murdock, let's go get a room."

The pair left BA in charge of gently pressing some gauze to Face's head and walked away from the van to the corner of the motel. Murdock was to book the room since the picture of the other three would probably appear on TV and local newspapers soon, and Hannibal wanted to watch, just in case.

"Uhm…Colonel? How exactly do you plan to stitch up those gashes covered by hair?"

"Brought your shaving kit when you came to Bad Rock, Captain?"

Murdock just groaned. They would never hear the end of this.