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Extirpation

(Definition: to remove or destroy totally; do away with; exterminate)

The ride to the hotel had been one out of a bad horror movie that she and Chibs watched on an almost nightly basis. She drifted in an out of consciousness from the blow to the back of her head; snippets of the steering wheel, the sun blaring down through the windows into the car; it was still daylight and when she fluttered her eyelids open, everything was imprisoned on her memory.

The car door opened and she saw a neon sign, 'The Monty Motel Inn' and a stupid monkey with a golden yellow Fez hat greeted her. They were in Pope.

Aaron dragged Charlotte into the bathroom by her hair when she woke up on the scratchy motel bed. Luckily she still had all her clothes on.

She had no choice but to follow his lead; no choice but to do everything he told her to do since he managed to literally pick her up outside her house. One minute she had be walking from the driveway to the front door and the next, a sharp bang on the head and darkness consumed her.

He placed his sawn off shotgun across the stand alone sink and turned to her.

"How could you?" He asked with severe disappointement. He let go of her hair and pushed on her shoulders; she was unstable on the tiled floor and fell on her butt. Aaron stood over her, moved closer and forced her to lie on her back.

"How can you stand to carry that bastard child inside you?"

"Go away," Charlotte stated calmy.

"You fucking whore!" He bent over her and grabbed her arms menancingly. "Spreading your legs for those biker pansies!"

"Get off!" She screeched, kicking her legs and clawing at his hands to get them to stop their vice like grip on her hair.

"Can you feel it?" He asked, putting a hand around her throat, pushing her down onto her back. His other hand balled into a fist and pressed down on her abdomen, right above her pubic bone.

"Can you feel it inside of you?" He pressed down harder, twisting his fist and increasing the pressure on her stomach. She cried out in pain, hands trying to peel his away from her throat, legs kicking continuously. He moved back slightly so his weight was concentrated on her thighs - she could barely kick her legs with him there. His grip around her throat tightened and she wished she'd blackout to stop the pain. He pushed harder to her abdomen, his weight was above and all around her. She couldn't do a thing to move, to stop him.

No matter for how long or how loud she cried out in pain, how much she clawed at his hand, the amount of tears springing from her eyes didn't make Aaron let up.

He stopped suddenly, eyes and ears pricking up to the sound of a vehicle that had pulled up outside the bathroom window. A quick flutter of the dirty net curtain he could see it was just a family in their SUV and a U-Haul van, stopping on the road for a break.

When he turned back to Charlotte his eyes were glossy and his pupils were so dilated they looked black. He smirked and his whole face radiated evil. He pressed down hard on her again, longer and harder than ever before.

"I'm not gonna stop until this bastard child comes out of you and you're clean again," he quickly jumped to his feet. Charlotte rolled to her side clutching her stomach, inhaling hard at the sudden reappearance of oxygen in her lungs.

She saw him raise his boot, yelled at him to stop and tried to scoot away but he was just too quick for her. He bought his boot down hard where he'd been pressing her abdomen earlier. The impact left her winded all air suddenly leaving her lungs. She rolled onto her side, clutching onto the life growing inside her, trying to protect it better than she had managed to so far. She felt light headed, the pain and being winded made her vision blur and eventually everything turned to black.

"Charlotte? Charlotte, can you hear me?"

The voice was familiar although as of yet she couldn't put a name nor face to it, and slowly her eyelids became less heavy and she blinked them open. It was darker than it had been, the white bathroom was now a dusky grey.

"Hale?" When she spoke, it came out as a ragged whisper. How did he know she was there? How did he know but the Sons didn't? Had they sent him instead?

"Don't move okay? Just don't move," he told her softly, squatting down beside her. He balanced himself by keeping a palm on the floor. He spoke into the radio attached to his shoulders, calling out a string of names, numbers and police terms.

She uncurled a hand from her stomach, placing it on top of his and squeezed as a sudden sharp pain ripped through her. It felt like a severe stomach cramp.

"Hale-" she began desperately.

In just one word he could hear how panic stricken she was, see in her eyes something wasn't quite right.

"The baby..." She trailed off, squeezing his hand and groaning in pain as another cramping pain ripped through her.

He looked at he for a few seconds then realised what she meant.

Hale called to Office Eglee in the other room, telling her to wait outside and flag the ambulance down. He took off his green jacket and laid it over Charlotte.

"Call them," she ordered softly, before she dozed back into unconsciousness.

"I already have," he replied, pushing her hair away from her face, pulling the jacket closer to her chin.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Hale's dead so I re-wrote it with Unser but it just wasn't the same. :)