Chapter 3 - Walk
Swinging the bathroom door open, roughly. Larry aggressively stepped in and stomped his way towards Michael, Immediately snatching the cell phone as Michael rushed to hide it. As the adrenaline kicked in, swimming through his veins. Larry grabbed Michael's hand and pushed him. Forcing him to almost fall head first onto the edge of the bath tub. Inches from smacking his skull on the porcelain object. Larry pulled Michael up by his shirt and slammed him against the wall. throwing the cell to the floor, just a step from his feet. Stepping down on it, crushing it. The sounds of the splitting and crushing piece of the cell echoed through the bathroom...As Larry watched the small pieces of the device started to scatter across the floor, Michael brought his arms up. Smacking Larry in the chin and nose, knocking him back, Larry staggered backwards holding his nose instantly. Larry stopped for a second, his nose throbbing and aching extremely... The kid had broken his nose...Blood started to run from his fractured nose, pouring down his lips and chin... Larry only felt more enraged by the pain inflicted... Launching forwards, only to receive another hit to the chin, Larry ignored the agony that struck his jaw and struck Michael in the neck - Hitting his right sternal head. Larry knew just how smart, skilled and sneaky Michael was, when it came to Hand-to-hand combat... However, he was quite appalled by Michael's swift ability and extreme rise in energy and awareness...
As the hit occurred, Larry growled and launched his elbow into Michael's throat. leaning against him, he pinned Michael against the wall. as he held him there, his eyes stared into Michael's before he whipped out his very familiar switch army knife, shoving it in Michael's face... He felt Michael's body loosen and drop as he knew very well, Larry would use it...
Smiling as Michael dropped his grip from Larry's arms, He gave out a small laugh and shook his head. even with the blood that rushed from his nose, he still stared at Michael with pride that he had won the fight, against the very Michael Westen that everyone feared. He took pride in that very fact every time they would have a brawl...
"you know very well I'll use this kid, I'm not afraid to use it... just like I did with Brennen and the many others before and after him... I told you not to test me, Kid... I warned you.."
His voice low, accurate and very steady with each breath and word that came from his tainted lips. Getting the sense, and feeling that no matter what he said, Michael wouldn't listen. As Michael's facial expressions hadn't changed. Larry gritted his teeth and pushed harder, bringing the small combat knife against Michael's throat. Pressing the razor sharp blade against Michael's neck, he pierced the skin and roughly growled...
"If you think about it. I don't really need you, I just need your Ma... But, since she won't do as she's told without you... I guess I'll have to spare your life, it's irritating really. I'd love to be the one who executed the legendary, Michael Westen..."
As he finished his noxious words, Larry pressed against Michael's throat even harder. Cutting and splitting the top layer of his skin and slightly digging into the muscle, drawing two inches of a line across his left sternal head. As the blade slid across his skin, like a knife on hot butter... Michael winced and clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth as the intense and sudden sting started to spread up and down his throat...Luckily for him, Larry was surprisingly careful and didn't dig the edge of blade too deep into his neck muscle... Giving Michael the freedom to grasp the air that was needed. The warning was just what Larry wanted, to scar Michael with...
"Is that subtle enough, Kid?"
Larry pushed himself off of Michael and licked his lips, tasting his own blood. Lightly slapping Michael's left cheek with a wide grin painted on his face. He then wiped the blade with his hand. Larry then tightly pinched and cracked his nose. Letting out a loud growl and long ex-hale. Larry spit the blood that was forming within his mouth out into the bathroom floor and grabbed a hold of the nearest hand towel. Holding it against his nose, His eyes darted and watched Michael as he slowly swallowed...
As Larry started for the door, Madeline opened the door as she was curious and concerned about what was going on and what had happened within the time she had made a call and found them both missing...
"Michael?"
Madeline gasped as her eyes laid on her son, not only did it bring back powerful and horrifying memories and flashbacks it struck her hard to have to witness the same sort of ordeal again...The same scene happened more than once in that very same room, the same scenario.. Her son beaten as he tried to protect his brother, herself for that matter. Clearing her throat as a large lump of guilt started to form. She moved over to Michael as Larry brushed pass her and left her to aid Michael...
His palm pressed against his neck, Michael slowly moved his eyes to see Madeline beside him. Parting his lips, he let out a small ex-hale before cracking a small smile. The smile startled Madeline as she tried to make sure he was ok, she was merely shocked and puzzled at that moment. Uncertain on what had happened, what was said... However; she knew that same image that was in her head struck his mind too... The very moment Larry had barged into the bathroom had struck Michael's memory...
"I liked what you did to his face.."
Madeline curved her lips and gave out a small laugh. Lightening the mood as she realised that the majority of the blood that was on the bathroom floor was from Larry's broken nose. Michael smirked at her before moving from the wall, his palm still applying pressure on the cut on his neck, he grunted softly as he jerked his neck. Grabbing the last hand towel available and pressing it against his neck, trying his best to hide it from Madeline...
As they walk out into the hall way, heading towards the dining area, Larry turned to them as they entered the open area. That very conniving wide grin on his tainted face. He had cleaned himself up pretty well, however his nose was a complete mess. He locked eyes with Michael before placing a hand on Madeline's left shoulder, guiding her to stand beside him...As she slowly and cautiously moved beside him, her arms across her chest. Keeping herself as far as she could from the sick psychopath. She kept a strong and brave face as she watched him, her eyes slowly moved to watch Michael, who raised his eyebrows and gave them a puzzled look...
"your Mom is ready to head back out and meet her new friend. You stay put Kid... I need to make a few calls.."
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"So, we're just going to watch her talk with a woman?"
Fi grunted as she, Sam and Jesse were sat in a car. Only just in view of Madeline and her new friend. Fi studied the mystery woman hard, detailing her features and expressions. Raising an eyebrow, Fi kicked the windshield of Sam's caddy as she flexed her legs out and leaned back in the passenger seat... Sighing deeply, she grunted again and shot a look at Sam and Jesse..
"Come on, this is ridiculous. how are we to find out who Larry's target is if we can't hear them?"
Dropping her shoulders, Fi raised her voice out of boredom and frustration. Merely fed up with everything before Jesse who sat in the back seat waved at her, telling her to shut her mouth. Sam smirked as Fi gave him an aggressive stare...
"In case you didn't hear Sam and I, we've bugged Madeline's cell. Don't forget my new job is top notch on technology, Fi..."
Jesse explained as he pressed the small ear piece within his ear against his ear, trying to listen more carefully. He pulled his eyes from Fi's gaze and stared at Madeline and her new friend.
"so... Jesse, how about we listen in?"
Seeing and feeling just how frustrated Fi was, sitting in a car under Miami's sun wasn't the only thing bothering her and himself for that matter. He could see Fi was fidgeting with her .45 as she held onto it tightly, gripping onto it. She swapped it back and forth between each hand before Sam attempted to speak...
"yeah yeah, give me a second.."
Jesse waved off to Sam, cutting him before he even had a chance to speak. Sam raised an eyebrow at Jesse as he noticed he too, was just as irritated as they were.
"I bet Michael is having fun just sitting around having a jolly time with Larry..."
As Fi spoke her mind, kicking the windshield again. Not only did it piss Sam off with the kicking of his beloved car, he growled and smacked Fi on the leg..
"Fi, stop it! it's not the cars fault... and I forgot to tell you, Larry isn't as forgiving towards us or Michael for that matter after we landed him in prison..."
shocked at Sam's sudden outburst. Fi moved her feet and legs from the dashboard and sat upright. Interested and inquiring mind, she raised an eyebrow at Sam and sighed deeply..As she was about to snap back at him, Jesse moved in-between the two front seats, poking his head in between them. he smiled with a large grin and clicked on a button on his cell. Soon they were all able to hear Madeline and her friend, very clearly.
"Wouldn't Larry have confiscated Madeline's cell?"
Fi turned to Jesse and Sam, sharing her thoughts as they listened in carefully.
"I assume, Larry gave her this cell. it's probably barred. can only take calls not make them"
Shrugging his shoulders, Jesse gave his thoughts and looked at his cell as Madeline finished with her chuckle as their conversation came to a stop. Listening intensely, the car was now quiet and somewhat awkward as they waited for them to speak again...
"Did she just say.. did she just say what I think she said?"
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"We need to tell Mike, like.. right now..."
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Michael rested against the wall that lead them into the kitchen. Looking to his right, he stared at the small chairs and table that sat beside the other collection of cupboards and stove. Looking back to his left, he stared at the front door, seeing Larry moving and pacing outside through the glassy and fogged windows on the door. He then rested his head against the wall with a slight thud. Closing his eyes for a moment, he took a second to feel the pure drop of energy and weakness overcome him as the blood loss started to strain him. Still holding the towel against his neck, Michael felt himself slowly drifting into darkness...The silence in the room was peaceful, even with the striking pain that struck his temple and neck. He ignored it and focused on the blissful peace...
A hand is soon placed on his shoulders, snapping his eyes open. Breaking that blissful moment. Michael narrowed his eyes on who had awoken him... it wasn't long before his senses started to kick in. Soon hearing his name being whispered.. his body slightly shaken. He focused his eyes even more and licked his lips..
"Mike?"
Sam softly whispered, trying his best to awake Michael and not alert Larry at the same time. Which proved to be difficult but effective at the same time. As Michael finally gathered himself together, blinking three times to regain his focus..
"Sam?"
giving him a puzzled look, Michael wandered what the hell he was doing.. just how dangerous of a risk he was taking by being there, he bashed Sam's hands off him..
"Mike.. Look, we need to get you out of here.."
Sam wasn't there to sing and dance, he instantly started to pull Michael up by his arms. However; Michael forced all the weight into his legs and pulled himself back down, forcing himself against Sam's haul. Sam grunted and kneeled back down to face him..
"Mike... I can't just leave you here... I have your blood on my hands now, come on brother..."
Seeing the pure concern and dread that clouded Sam's face as he begged for him to move with him...Michael shook his head and gave Sam that every steady and convincing pouty glare...
"I'm not leaving Ma with him, Sam..."
Although Sam knew that was Michael's intention. He still tried...
"Mike.. Please...we can get your Mom out of this together... let me help you.."
Sam gave Michael his puppy look, begging him to let him help. However; Michael just sat there with the same determined expression on his face since he stated he was not leaving...Sighing deeply, Sam then watched Michael for a moment, listening out for Larry. He then looked over to see if Larry was close by...
"Mike... It's Pearce... Larry's target is Dani Pearce, your CIA Contact, Agent Pearce.."
Author's Note:
Thank you again for the lovely and inspiring Reviews. They are truly wonderful. Hope this is still keeping you all eager and excited to read. I apologize for any rustiness, i had a headache whilst i was writing this entire chapter. Head cold lol. Bah.
