Chapter 9 - Chances
Her eyes shot open, instantly realising she was no longer within the loft. Dizzy and weak, Fi took a look around. It was dark, only small amounts of light glistened and shined through the room, or house for that matter. Fi was in the same position as Michael, tightly and roughly tied to a chair, only Fi was more restrained than Michael. Her ankles attached to the steel chair that was initially bolted to the concrete grounds. Ignoring the striking pain that attacked her temple, Fi started to struggle and wriggle her way out of the tight restraints. however; the chafing on her wrists, stomach and ankles started to take a toll on her as she furiously moved around. As she struggled, the lights were soon shinning down on her. Burning her eyes, Fi closed her eyes for a few moments before she slowly opened them to see Blaine standing before her.. Wearing a wicked smile, his hands behind his back. He smirked and kneeled down to meet her eyes...
placing his hands on her knees, he looked up at her. Nothing but a devious and spiteful grin crossed his lips. His eyes never leaving Fi's face, full of admiration and passion as he watched her lips and eyes. Her expressions, so full of irritation and anger. Her brain raced, rushed and caused her to have a splitting headache, she was so confused. She had no idea why this psychotic man had such a desire to have her, what where his interests? How did he even know her? So many questions gathered within her mind, she was so lost and disturbed... As she looked around the room, her heart ached.. Michael, Madeline and Sam were nowhere to be see.. Nowhere to be found. Her heart hammered, she could feel it hammering and slamming within her chest. She instantly looked to Blaine, who still held that nasty smile... His eyes admiring her ever so dearly, it did nothing but disgust and make her more determined to slaughter the man...
"Where is Michael..."
She let out, without even thinking. The words slipped so softly off her lips. As she spoke his name, Blaine clenched his jaw, his eyes darted at hers. He cleared his throat and stood up, turning his back to her. He stood there for a moment, flexing his fingers...
"He's fine.."
He replied with a dry tone. As he stood there, he leaned over and rested his hands on a small steel table that was roughly ten feet away from Fi. Tapping the sides, he hesitated for a moment and felt he needed and wanted to play with the woman's emotions. The inner devil laughed with him as he turned and gave Fi a sly grin...
"Well... at least, i think he is"
shrugging his shoulders, Blaine kneeled before Fi again and squeezed her knees. Teasing her lightly, he studied and watched her exclusively, wanting to see any sort of pain written on her face, any sort of reaction; he wanted and was dying to see... He almost craved it.. It angered him as she was so narrow, so emotionless. Fi kept a straight face, keeping her emotions and pure anger inside, she knew Michael would be ok... but the small voice at the back of her head told her otherwise when it came to Sam and Madeline. Blaine wanted some fun, he didn't want to rush into things just yet, he was itchy for some fun. He had finally reached his goal, she had her again...He wasn't going to let her slip away this time. Leaning in towards her, his face right before hers...
"Fiona, you really don't remember me do you?"
His eyes piercing into Fiona's. He stared ever so intensely into her beautiful green eyes, almost mesmerised. He watched her so closely, he could see the fire in her eyes. Fi blinked slowly and moved her head back slightly, disgusted by the pure intense stench of tobacco. She carefully watched him before replying ever so shortly..
"No..."
As she let out her response, Blaine cracked and smacked her across the face. The smack was loud as she snapped her face to the left, her cheek started to sting...
"I cannot believe you do not remember me, Fiona..."
He growled and started to feel himself getting worked up, the anger started to boil within his veins, causing him to feel the urge to result to violence, it seemed it was the only thing that calmed him down...It had worked countless times already, why wouldn't it now? It didn't matter who it was either, as long as he could inflict the pain.. any way possible.
"Maybe.. Maybe if i spoke in my Irish accent, then eh? does that help you Glenanne?"
As his tongue changed to his national Irish accent, Fi cocked her head and stared at him for a moment, shaking his head as she had no simple idea who he was, or who he claimed to be. She was nothing and no one to him...Grunting, Blaine sighed deeply and placed his right hand and forced Fi to stare at him, straight in the eyes... Their eyes locked for a moment before one of his men came in quickly, slamming the door behind him. Blaine was oblivious to his soldier's existence as he still stared into Fiona's eyes...
"Maybe... all you remember is your sister?"
Blaine shot at her with his harsh words, as her sister was mentioned.. he could see the pure flush of emotions splash over Fi's face...Clenching her jaw, she kept herself at bay, she held in that unbelievable amount of rage...
A smile crossed his lips as he witnessed the pure change of emotions, it made him almost grin in glee, so pleased, he had broken her. He had only just started...Moving from Fi, he licked his lips and turned to his awaiting soldier...
"Everything is set, want to test it out?"
The soldier explained and asked his leader. Blaine nodded and moved over to the small steel table before Fi. Moving it a little closer, he showed her that a laptop was sitting on top of it, it was open but with a black screen. Blaine moved to the left of the table, making sure Fi could see...He decided to play..Clicking the enter and alt button, the screen flickered and exposed footage..Fi watched it, it only took her seconds to see just where the camera footage was, and who of... It was up in the top left corner of the loft's kitchen, panning and zooming down to meet Michael and Dawn.. Fi swallowed hard and watched for a second, trying to identify the young lady with Michael...
"Who is she?"
Fi just had to ask, there was no way she wasn't going to find out, nor never ask. She narrowed her eyes on Michael's wounds, she could also see the tray of medical equipments. She had gathered that she was there to help Michael.
"I got her to clean up my mess, i think ahead"
Smirking, he shrugged his shoulder with his answer. Leaning against the wall, he watched Fi, waiting for her to speak her mind, ask her questions. Anything so he could interact with her in any way. He loved it. He watched her closely, he just had to pick at her...
"I have her son in my procession; so she's not here voluntary, of course.. but you know that right?"
Raising his eyebrow, he played with her. Only gently for once, as he was quite a distance from her. His arms crossed against his chest. He relaxed for a moment before bringing out a cigarette and lighting it. Taking a large puff; Blaine sighed deeply, enjoying the long drag...
"She's a single parent too..."
Taunting Fi, he edged her a little more. Trying to push her over the edge, he craved a reaction; if the mere mention of her dead sister wasn't enough; he had plenty of ways to play, so many ways to toy and torture her. Leaning over, he took a glimpse of what was happening in the loft, Dawn was checking over Michael's head injuries, he smirked as her hands were all over Michael... He could only imagine what was running through Fiona's head at that moment.. he started.
"Oh, wow.. ha, look at her hands all over him, She must be loving it"
raising his voice, exposing a cheerful tone. He laughed, danced on the spot and shot a quick look at Fi, who just rolled her eyes at him. Irritated by his attempts to react in any ways; this was the most simple bully tactic in the book, the man was an idiot, a child in fact. Her eyes had been fixed on Michael ever since she was able to see him..
"So, Fiona... Can you tell me who the elderly women is with Sammy boy?"
As Blaine asked, Fi shot her head up from the laptop screen. He had Sam and Madeline somewhere as well, what sort of game was he playing?... although; Finally, something he didn't have information on; then again, Fi was uncertain just how much he actually knew, he could be letting on that he knew everything when in fact, he knows jack shit. Fi felt relieved that he did not know just who Madeline was, it was almost too comforting to know; she knew Sam would never give her name up, of course Michael wouldn't and herself... She'd be shielded from any pain. At least, she hoped... she was weak, even if she tried to deny it.. she knew she was.
"As far as we know and heard, her name is Maddie? Madeline"
Blaine shared his Intel and thoughts. Trying to get what he could out of Fiona as he watched her. He noticed her eyes hadn't left the screen..Finishing his cigarette, he flicked it onto the ground and moved towards Fi, resting against the table. watching her, he cleared his throat loudly...As she hadn't replied, he started to become irritated as Fiona was not communicating at all... Something he never wanted...
"What's her last name, Fiona?"
He asked firmly, as softly as he could. Trying his best not to lash out at her...He cared for her, However; he did his best not to show it...Even after causing her to have bruises and cuts in multiple place on her body, he still cared for her a very intense and great amount...
"I don't know.."
Fi responded lightly, shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders. She wasn't giving in.. He could beat her to a pulp and she still wouldn't give up Madeline; she was like her mother... She loved her...Blaine nodded and sighed deeply...Kneeling before Fi, he exhaled again. Raising an eyebrow at her, he smiled and stroke her left cheek. He found it cute...
"it's cute that you're protecting your friend, but Fiona.. i don't play nice when people lie to me.."
Pinching her cheek, he kissed her on the nose and moved away from her, looking back at her he shrugged his shoulders. Giving her a soft look as he shook his head..
"it's your fault... all you have to do is tell me"
Fi started to wander just what exactly was her fault as Blaine let out. She felt his words were out of context. She watched him as he waved off his soldier to leave the room. As he left, closing the door. Fi was still unable to get a single glimpse of where she was from outside, they acted extremely fast when it came to the door. Swiftly coming and out as quick as possible, it was like they only just left enough room to squeeze through every time. Sneaky...
"I already told you... i don't know"
Fi replied and shook her head, getting frustrated by his constant questions and attempts to receive information from her. As they stood there in silence, Fiona could feel her head pounding, it was almost blinding her, the pain struck her temple and surged down her neck. It was making her sick, the impact was huge.. she couldn't even remember how she received the blows to her head and sides. As the silence was broken by the static from Blaine's handheld transceiver. Blaine turned from Fi and listened, replying. He turned to Fi and smiled, a sinful smile. Moving down towards Fi, he came from behind her, kneeling behind her. His chin rested on her shoulder. His right arm wrapped around her, his hand clenching her right shoulder. Squeezing her, She froze..
"Did i tell you my friend i just sent off to pay Michael a visit, is a bloodthirsty maniac?"
Blaine whispered into Fi's ear as She and Blaine watched as the maniac entered the Loft. Watching; Dawn jumped from Michael and cowered, shivering intensely just like before when Blaine entered the room. The woman was completely petrified of these man, it was more than clear. The maniac stormed in, yelling. His voice was so loud and deeply toned, it made no sense to anyone. It was as if he was speaking in an entire different language. Michael manage to move his head to the left only to receive a strike to the stomach, yelping as the punch was close to his incision. As the impact took a toll on his abdomen area; Michael's arms and hands came forwards responding to reflex. Placing his left hand behind the maniacs head, his other hand and arm wrapped around the maniac's throat, getting him into a halt and lock. Michael managed to jump off and knee him in the face, striking his nose... As he fell back from the pressure on his now, broken nose. The Maniac was almost blind as he tried to recover from the unseen attack. Stumbling, he kept his hands and arms close to his body, defending himself as Michael managed to strike him again in the jaw. Quicker than he thought; the maniac was completely shocked at just how trained and quick Michael was, even whilst he was injured.
Fi couldn't help but smile, she wanted to laugh at the situation; just how clueless these men were. They had no idea who Michael was... no idea. As the Maniac was being beaten, Blaine screamed and demanded he knew what he wanted to know...
"Fiona, tell me what i want to know"
He yelled into her ear, Fiona winced as her ear drum was almost destroyed by the shock of the scream.. Getting frustrated as he watched his man fail miserably, he grabbed his transceiver and screamed into it..."He's injured you idiot! use it!"
Fi watched the screen, she could feel her heart pounding endlessly and fast as she hoped Michael was strong enough to sustain just a large target in his weakened state...She knew he could, she believed he could. However; she could see just how weak he really was, she knew Dawn wouldn't help. The stupid little girl just watched and cowered, screaming...Useless...
As Blaine screamed into the transceiver, The maniac heard and looked up, his eyes narrowed Michael's most visible wound; the incision. As Michael kneed the maniac in the groin, the maniac surprisingly managed to grab a hold of Michael's leg, as he held him. He struck Michael right into the incision, ripping and splitting the already swollen and tender tissue and skin, causing Michael to scream in agony as the pain ripped through his body, jolting from the incision and up his right side...As Michael collapsed, the maniac pulled Michael up and slammed him onto the ground. The sound of Michael's back hitting the hard surface made herself and Dawn grimace...
"Tell me Fiona, I'm not telling him to stop until you tell me"
Blaine shouted at Fi, who struggle to watch what was exposed right before her. Her hands clenched into a fist, she tried her best to stay strong; but Michael's body had enough, he wasn't going to fight any longer, he was already inches from falling unconscious... She started to think just how disappointed he'd be with her, if she was to tell him... Expose his mother identity...put her in harm's way, risking her life...If she didn't, the man could easily snap Michael's neck...She was so lost, she started to panic...
The Maniac stopped for a moment, staring down at Michael as he lay there lifeless before him, his eyes pinned to Dawn who was hysterically crying and whimpering, telling him to stop...Receiving his transceiver, he asked what his further instructions were as he spat out blood from the corner of his mouth...Blaine answered, telling him to keep going, it was all Fiona's choice...
Tears eloped within Fi's delicate eyes, She had to make a choice. Watching; the maniac stood over Michael, stepping on his throat. The sudden pressure jolted Michael awake, his arms grabbed a hold of the maniac's boot, trying his best to push the man's strength and weight off his throat... starting to cough and gasp as he couldn't gain any air to his lungs, the intense pressure on his throat was causing him to fall unconscious.. there was no oxygen entering his body...
Fi then caved, she screamed and shouted...She tried her best, she couldn't cope with it anymore...
"Westen"
As she screamed the name, Blaine was in shock. Speaking into his transceiver, he demanded the maniac let go of Michael. His voice low and in shock, as he moved the transceiver from his mouth, he turned to Fi, his eyes wide open.. just as wide as his smile...
"Westen? Mother Westen, this is just getting more and more interesting. Thank you Fiona, you did the right thing"
Fi's eyes were glued to the screen, her eyes narrowing on any movements from Michael. Her eyes filled with tears of guilt...She broke. Gutted and filled with betrayal, Fi lowered her head in nothing but disgrace. She didn't know if she made the right choice... in reality, she knew she did. Madeline would never have forgiven her, not one chance...If she had let her son die, Fiona would never see or hear from Madeline again...Sam? She would no doubt have him down her throat every time they crossed paths... she'd lose everything, most of all; she'd have lost the love of her life. However; was he really going to kill Michael just for a last name? Was he really that insane? Why keep him alive if he didn't have other plans for him?... She wasn't sure what he was planning, what this chaos was about, why it was happening... or even why he wanted to know Madeline's last name so inadequately.. Would he harm her? it was nothing but a case of "what if" with these people; If he were to harm Madeline, would Michael forgive her?...Fi was broken and completely lost...Did she really make the right decision; or was this just the start of things to come?
Authors Note:
It's Rusty again and i apologize. Thank you all for the lovely reviews! they made this chapter come quick, so thank you all! I hope this is just as interesting as the last and keeps you all eager!
