Chapter 4 - On My Own

Taking everything in, Michael Gathered his thoughts and listened...Still standing, frozen. He looked around again before licking his lips, he could feel the hint of fear and struggle start to swim through his veins, it wasn't long before his mind started attacking him. Leaving his clouded and lost within his thoughts..

"I won't do anything until I know they're alive and unharmed..."

Michael replied with a deep and strict tone, Getting straight to it. There was no way he was to run around doing whatever this maniac asked him without any solid and hard proof that each and every one of them was unharmed and breathing. Michael listened carefully as grunts were heard...

"Did I tell you to speak?..."

Judging by his tone, Michael knew he would agree and give him the proof he needed. As Michael listened closely; for every sound and ambient. Any pitch or distortion. Anything that would guide him or trigger a thought on where they could be. However; It was silent, deafening. There was not even the whisper of a breeze passing through. Soon, he could hear her speak; Pumping his heart faster. Michael swallowed hard and closed his eyes for a moment..

"Michael..."

She spoke, her voice was soft, calm and collected. She stopped, hesitating on her choice of words. Unsure on what she should say, what she wanted to say...She wanted to cause trouble, but at the same time... it'd only cause Michael to breakdown, she knew everything this man did was on put on him, anything that would or will happen to them is Michael's doing. They all knew how this mental abuse worked. They knew how these maniacs dealt with any issues that occurred. However; they were never predictable. Some would show the signs and even show the appearance of being completely harmful, yet they don't harm anyone and walk away once they get what they asked for... Others, who may look harmful ended up ripping you to shred, never backing down on their words and completely ruining everything and anyone around them... Fiona did her best to profile the man before her as he held the cell phone to her ear. She had barely seen him since she, Sam and Jesse were taken...All Fiona could gather her mind around, was just how.. she was taken...

Shaking the thoughts, she listened to Michael...

"Fi, are you ok? Sam and Jesse? Tell Me..."

Michael asked her, she could hear the concern riddled within his voice, each word so determined to know..Fiona thought about it for a second before the mysterious man in charge edged her to hurry up and get a move on. Batting him with a glare, Fi then quickly replied..

"We're fine, Michael"

Fiona tried to assure Michael carefully, before Sam and Jesse started to yell out to Michael.

Sam leaned forwards as his wrists and ankles were zip tied to a steel chair, bolted within the concrete ground. His wrists were placed between his legs, attached to a steal loop on the chair. Resting between his legs, before his knees. Slightly leaned over, Sam shouted out.

"Mike! Don't listen to this asshole. He's not going to do anything to us!"

As Sam shouted out, Alarming Michael. Shouting across to Fi. The man stepped away from Fiona, taking a large step over towards Sam, he then bashed Sam over the head with his once hidden pistol. Clouting Sam hard with the butt of his pistol, Sam let out a large and loud yelp as the hard object collided with his skull. Unexpected by the blinding agony and impact from the weapon clashing into his skull. Sam growled and winced. Keeping his mouth shut, Stepping back towards Fiona. A glare painted on his face. Heavily breathing as he settled himself.. Furiously bringing the cell to his ear, he shouts..

"Did you hear that? Now get down to, 926 Lenox Avenue. I don't care how you do it. Get your hands on a police sealed box, there should be files and a key within the box. I'll contact you when you're done"

Instantly hanging up after screaming into the cell. Fiona watched him carefully. Her heart started to thud faster and louder. Causing her to feel even more agitated and anxious. Her eyes darted over to Sam, who was unconscious...Looking to Jesse, who watched over Sam. Jesse tried to give her a soft and reassuring look; only to return her gaze with a concerned look. Fi lowered her head, letting her hair fall over her face, burying it. She closed her eyes for a moment. Letting the images and flashes overtake her mind. Remembering just how she was taken...Her eyes sealed shut as the door slams. She begins to remember...

Waking up early, earlier than Michael for once. Fiona smiles to herself, pleased and delighted as she looked to her left to see Michael was still asleep. Removing herself from the bed, slowly and cautiously. Making sure she wasn't to awake Michael. She wanted to make him something for breakfast, maybe a very exotic Italian style omelette. She wasn't too sure only, that she knew she would do it now, or never as this was extremely rare to wake before him. Wrapping her dressing gown around her body, she slowly made her way towards the balcony, enjoying the beautiful morning. The was only just starting to peak over Miami's large and tall buildings, glowing and sending beams of lights between them, it was magical. As she admired the soothing breeze, She was soon struck from behind... Swallowed by darkness.. It was all she could remember at this point...

Now, she was wearing a pair of her short denim shorts, a stylish white shirt over a tight bra top. She didn't even remember dressing herself, if it was in fact herself that did the deed. Fiona was almost lost in her thoughts. Clouded and confused on the events...

Michael clenched his jaw and stepped back, his mind racing. Not only did This man spoil his own tactics, he was clearly capable of causing them harm if he was to walk away. It was obvious and clear, the man had someone watching him. Taking in the new information; Michael grabbed his pistol, placing his in between his back and his jeans. Hiding it, Michael then dashed down the stairs and started the Charger, roaring out of the gate, Michael headed to the target location instantly...

Keeping an eye out, Michael noticed the tail instantly. A parent, or a high school student could figure that out. They were sloppy and predictable. Dodgy and silly. As Michael turned up in front of the house, Michael looked over at it before noticing a police car parked on the other side of the road. A Young girl is talking to him as he held a box, Michael then realised it was the same box Mr. Impatient was asking for. The policemen and the young girl were slowly walking towards the police car as they stood in the drive way. The young girl had long black hair in pony tails, almost down to her lower back. A pink Hello Kitty backpack on, obviously she was ready for school. She wore a purple long sleeve short with white denim jeans. Pink converse all stars. She skipped alongside the policemen, Michael started to wonder if the policeman was in fact, her father.

Having No Intel, only to hurry and rush the job - in the dark, not knowing what he was to be walking into. Michael shoved his keys in his pockets. Opening the door, Michael stepped out of the black beast.

The sun beamed down on him, with that. Michael took out his sunglasses and placed them on. Taking small and long steps as he moved towards the policeman and the young girl, cautiously. Michael watched as a red truck parked in front of the police vehicle. It stopped after speeding at an incredible speed, causing dust to rise and flow from the wheels as it slid to the side path filled with sand. Alerting the policeman and the young girl. The policeman's free hand pushed the young girl behind him, protecting her as he tensed up and took a stance. Seeing a man, jump out with a pump action shot gun, he instantly fired at the policeman, throwing him off his feet, slamming and sliding backwards as the round had hit him in the chest. Killing him instantly. As she fell to the ground after the force from the policeman whacked her aside, screaming. She tried to breathe and gather herself; frozen and in complete shock as she stared at the man no more than two feet away from her. Drenched in a pool of crimson liquid. She started to stumble and scatter on the warm road as the man started to approach her...

Seeing all of this unfold before him, Michael moved in quickly. Having reached for his pistol, tucked away behind his back. Michael whipped up the young girl, swinging his pistol and aiming it at the gunman. Shooting him directly in between the eyes. As he turned to rush the girl inside, Michael quickly grabbed the mystery box and dashed inside as two other unknown and unmarked vehicles rushed around the corner - Back up for their fallen comrade.

Running into the house, pushing the girl inside first. Startling the mother; who froze and dropped her pile of clean washing, She instantly reacted as her daughter cried aloud, frightened and completely disorientated as she charged for her mother's arms...The mother instantly screamed at Michael, who flung forwards after locking the door behind him.

"I'm going to need you to get down..."

Michael quickly yelled as he pushed the mother down to the floor, inches before gun fire is sprayed upon and within the house. As the firearms ripped through the household. Ripping, flipping and scattering objects within its crossfire. Michael tried his best to shield the young girl and her Mother, who both were in the foetal position. Cowering and shaking beyond belief. As the surging and ear splitting sounds echoed throughout the house, he could feel his ears buzzing and aching from the extremely loud and mind blowing shake that shook the entire house. Wincing as glass, pieces of wood and furniture scattered and split around them, surrounding them. Pieces bursting from every position possible. Exploding and scattering across the floor... Each sound shook the girls further, as they tightly sealed their eyes shut and clinged onto one another for dear life. Michael shifted slowly and cautiously as he anticipated a stop momentarily.

As he moved, hiding the police tagged box as best as he could before he jumped ahead and observed the situation. Cornered and out-numbered. Dashing back to the girls, still shaking and frozen on the ground, huddled up tightly holding one another...

"I need you to stay down and stay close..."

Whispering as his eyes met the mother's. Her face red, her eyes bloodshot from the severe strain and drain of tears escaping her tear ducts. Her dark brown eyes exposed an intense level of fear, for her daughter and herself. However; she showed trust in Michael as he tried his best to assure her he was there to help them...With a sweet and calming voice, he kept a calm face. She nodded softly and held onto her daughter's hand as they moved slowly and quietly into the kitchen, ducking behind the large island in the middle of the kitchen. Away from the windows and doors. Michael listened carefully as the men slowly approached. His eyes darted up at the kitchen cabinets. It was a split second before he noticed the liquor cabinet. Darting up, only to have the mother weep out of fright of him leaving. Michael leaped up and grabbed a bottle of vodka, a small tea towel and jumped back down...

Turning to the terrified mother, Michael took a deep breath and gave out a long ex-hale. Biting his lower lip, he hesitated for a moment before giving her an innocent look..

"Do you have a lighter?"

He asked firmly, He knew the question would be completely baffling for her as the moment didn't fit. However; he had to ask, the stove top was further away and almost out of reach at the time as a large cupboard had fallen before it...

The Mother instantly nodded and dug into her pockets, retrieving the small lighter. She handed it over to Michael, not even asking why he needed it; she just let him do what he needed...Michael could see the small light of hope glisten over her as she gave him a small smile, she was feeling that sense of calmness and safety come to her as she stayed with him - She felt she and her daughter would walk away from this...

Michael returned her smile with a reassuring curve of his lips. Lighting the tea towel as it dangled out of the bottle of vodka. It was only moments after two men barge through the front door, as they stepped in wailing their weapons in guard. Michael threw the bottle right at them, smashing it into the tiles right before the men's feet. Clashing and colliding with the ground, the bottle smashes and entangles with the flames, exploding with the mixture of alcohol. Blasting the two men, forcing them back outside from the impact and shock.

As a third man rushes in, jumping over the evolving flames. Michael instantly darts out. Knocking him in the throat, instantly striking him hard. As they stumbled backwards, Michael cracked them in the cheek before grabbing the back of the man's head, colliding his knee with his face, breaking his nose and knocking the man out instantly. As he let the man's body drop and fall below him. Michael spun instantly and quickly jerked and ducked low, punching forwards and extremely forceful as two arms attempted to wrap around him. As he flee from the attack; Michael spun around only to be drop kicked in the neck, As he felt the impact. Michael snapped back and took a tight hold of the man's wrist as he attempted to clout him over the head - As he blocked and restrained the hand, Michael dug his fingers into the man's neck, grabbing a tight hold of the man's trachea, twisting it. He then pulled and ripped it out. Instantly immobilising the target...

As he dropped the second man, Michael kept alert as he moved down to assure the mother and daughter were safe. Seeing them as they were still frozen within each other's arms. Afraid of every scream and crack that was heard. Michael held out a hand before the static and electric sounds of a taser is heard and felt on his neck, Jolting Michael to a frozen and paralysis position as he fell to the ground, his eyes still wide open. As his body jolted from the agonising twitching surging through his muscles...Watching as the man steps over him, as he lay on his left side, facing the two girls frozen in fear...

The sound of two bullets hit Michael's ears immediately. The bullets ripped through the mother's head, Her daughter watched and only managed to gasp before she faced death herself; with a bullet into her chest...

Sound started to differ and fade from Michael's sense as he struggled to keep his body from shutting down from the jolts and intense burning from the electric static that flushed through his body. Unable to move, Helpless and feeling defeated. Michael was soon Greeted with the hard cloud to the back of the head, causing his brain to panic and shut down, falling unconscious as blood trailed down the back of his head, sticking and trailing through his hair and flowing down the back of his neck. Michael faded into darkness...

"We have to go!... the police are right around the corner!"

"What about the box!?"

"Leave it!... we don't have time, Let's Go!"

Not long after the men leave, Michael slowly shifts his body, moving slowly. He softly opens his eyes as his head began to pound endlessly and intensely from the almost deadly blow to his head. Swallowing the large lump within his throat as it sat and stayed within the walls of his throat, never leaving. Even with each swallow, he tried to rid of it. However; the failure that he felt started to strain and pull him down as he slowly moved over towards the Mother and Daughter. Sitting there for a moment before the alarming sounds of the police and ambulance vehicles are heard close by, Michael looked away as he closed the girl's eyes. Clenching his jaw, Michael slowly opened his eyes and instantly moved over to retrieve the box, un-touched. Michael then dashed out from the house, exiting through the back as the police and Ambulance arrive at the scene.

Moving swiftly over and around the back, unseen and detected. Michael Jumped over the fences and strolled down the side road, as his Charger was just around the corner. Taking a quick glance around the corner, seeing witnesses and neighbours surrounding the scene, panicking and wailing about. Officers and paramedics dash inside the home to explore the scene. Michael threw the box in the passenger seat and took a seat for a moment to process everything; Not only was this box evident of something that was far more deep than he though; it was almost something tied - or at least, he was lead to believe so. He was to believe it was something evident to tie him with the man holding his family hostage. Whatever the hell it was, Michael needed to know...

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Authors Note:

Sorry for Delay for all of my fics. Hopefully have time and motivation to continue them now. Stay tuned. I did this one first because it was stuck in my head for a long time. Thank you all for the support and amazing reviews. Please let me know if you're still enjoying this fic.