Two chapters for you this time! Enjoy!
Thanks to Diane and Loraine for helping me out on these chapters.
Also, thanks as always to Sandra and Kathi for the great feedback. You guys make my day!
Chapter 10
Starsky had driven the Torino as fast as she would go and was pulling up outside Corley's place in no time. He left his car and rushed quietly to the front door. He listened intently and peered through the windows. There was no sign of life.
He took out his gun and called, "Corley, Police. Open up!" There was no reply. Gun ready, Starsky sprang forward, breaking the door down.
He moved into the small apartment, gun held out in front of him. He took in the living room quickly, walked through and checked the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom. He surmised that although this place had been lived in recently, there was certainly no one there now.
Starsky began his search of the place, checking every nook and cranny. He couldn't find any clues in the living room or kitchen. He moved into the bedroom and headed for a chest of drawers.
He fished quickly through old paperwork and books until his hands came to rest on a scrapbook that caught his attention. Starsky picked it up and began to flick through it. As he did so, he became paler and paler.
The first page of the book had a newspaper cut out stuck to it of the armed robbery that Starsky and Hutch had foiled. When the shooting of a young girl, Jessie Marsters, was mentioned, Corley had underlined it in felt tip. Starsky's thoughts went back to that day and the confusion.
Corley had been doing over a jewellers, armed with a shotgun. Starsky and Hutch had taken the call. Although the two cops had tried their hardest to calm Corley and get him to surrender, the robber had refused and began firing off round after round. Starsky had returned fire at Corley, his thoughts of protecting his partner, the public and himself at the front of his mind. Unbeknownst to him, a young girl who had been sobbing and screaming ran in front of Corley and took a bullet for him. Starsky's bullet. Although paramedics had fought to save her, the wound had proved fatal. It was Corley's reaction to the shooting that had shocked Starsky. He had howled in anguish, threw the gun aside and had fallen to his knees, cradling the girl's body in his arms. It had been Hutch who had dragged Corley away from the girl. It was found out later that the girl had been Corley's half sister. Corley had been sent to prison for six years soon after.
Starsky was dragged away from his thoughts as he continued to look through the book. He was reading all about the worst parts of Hutch's life.
The next page was about Gillian. Corley had scribbled down notes - how long Hutch and Gillian had been together, who killed her and how and the extent of the pain her death had caused to Hutch. Corley had even drawn alikeness of what he imagined Gillian to look like. Whoever had told him Hutch's life story had been very thorough. Starsky thought back to Huggy's mention of his 'contact'. No wonder the grass had wanted to stay anonymous. Starsky decided that he would get this guy's name off of Huggy and one day pay him a visit.
Starsky continued to flick through the book, feeling sicker with every passing moment. He read story after story of cases that had badly affected Hutch. Starsky found himself asking again and again, 'Why's he concentrating on Hutch, why not me as well?' Stories of the partners' closeness were also detailed.
Finally, Starsky arrived at the last page and what he read there made his blood run cold. Corley had made the following note, 'this case is unconfirmed, risky to use. Hutchinson rumoured to have been addicted to Heroin, been scared of needles since. If true, is perfect weapon.' Starsky re-read the notes twice, swallowing hard. He dropped the book on the floor and made for the front door.
"My God, Hutch.."
Starsky ran out of the apartment and made for his car. As soon as he had got in, he radioed the station and asked to be patched through to Dobey.
"Dobey here," came the Captains gruff voice.
"Cap, it's Starsky," the detective replied quickly, "Listen, we got -."
Dobey interrupted him. "You listen to me Starsky, I've been trying to contact you for ages. Soon after you left, we got a call from some girl called Jennifer."
Starsky started in surprise. "Jenny? Is she OK?"
Dobey ignored the question. "She says she's got news about Hutch but would only tell 'Dave'. Said she'd meet you at a burger bar, apparently you'd know which one."
Starsky had already begun to pull away. "Thanks Cap," he said and drove down the road as quickly as he could, trying to shut the contents of that scrapbook out of his mind. 'Hang on Hutch,' he thought desperately, 'I'll find you buddy, just hang on.'
~*~
Hutch came to lying on his back, his hands still tied behind him. He moaned in pain when he tried to move, soon realising that every part of him ached. He supposed at least two more ribs were cracked and he was sure that his shoulder was dislocated. Probably had something to do with an iron bar he barely remembered. He attempted to move his legs but let out a low cry. Those bastards hadn't left one part of him untouched. He lay still, eyes closed, trying to shut out the pain.
"Does something hurt Hutchinson?" Came a spiteful voice.
Hutch slowly opened his swollen eyes and glared at his tormentor. He then tried to sit up but collapsed to the ground again, the pain to strong.
"What do you want from me Corley?" Hutch asked softly.
Corley sneered at his captive.
"You know what I want Hutchinson. You on your knees begging me to forgive you for what YOU HAVE DONE TO ME!"
Hutch flinched when Corley shouted at him. Finally, he managed to pull himself into a seated position, teeth clenched against the pain.
"I remember you Corley," he whispered.
Corley threw back his head and laughed. "Really pig? I'm flattered."
"You were robbing a jewellers," Hutch continued, "You were firing at innocent people. You tried to shoot my partner and me. You deserved to go to jail." Hutch stared straight at Corley, Corley gazed back.
A few moments passed. Suddenly, Corley let out a roar of anger and charged at Hutch, revealing the iron bar he had been concealing behind his back. Fear flooded through Hutch as he tried to get away from the maniac.
Corley kicked Hutch over and over until he was once again flat on his back. With a cry, Corley brought the bar down hard on Hutch's dislocated shoulder. Pure agony ripped through Hutch, he threw back his head and screamed, tears in his eyes.
Corley dropped the bar and grabbed Hutch's shirt with both hands, pulling him up. Hutch had his eyes tightly shut. Corley struck him across the face. Hutch spat out blood.
"Open your eyes, you pig bastard," Corley screamed in Hutch's face. Hutch obeyed. Corley grinned whilst his hands once again reached for the bar.
"I deserved prison did I cop? Tell me, did Jessie deserve to die?" He grabbed the bar and struck Hutch on the chest with it. Hutch let out a cry of pain.
"Do you remember Jessie Hutch?" Corley whispered as he struck again when Hutch failed to reply. Hutch tried to crawl away from the madman but it was no good. Hutch actually wondered if Corley would beat him to death, there and then.
"I asked you," Corley repeated, "Do you remember Jessie?" He swung the bar again but stopped when Hutch finally answered him. .
"Yes," the cop gasped, "I remember her."
Corley stopped his swing and dropped the bar. He grabbed Hutch by his shirt again and hissed, "She was my little sister you bastard and you murdered her!" He struck Hutch twice across the face, once again drawing yet more blood. Hutch could only moan from the pain.
"I said, you murdered her. You shot her. And you are gonna apologise for what you've done. You hear me?" The cop didn't reply. Corley released Hutch, allowing him to fall to the ground. He then moved away, breathing heavily.
Hutch laid on the ground, trying to catch his breath. Corley's words were sinking in. The bastard thinks HE had shot Jessie. Hutch frowned, trying to remember the events of that day. He swallowed and looked up at Corley. He hadn't killed Jessie, Starsky had, by accident.
Corley was watching Hutch closely. "What is it pig?"
Hutch bit his lip. He couldn't let Corley find out. "Nothing," he whispered.
Corley strode up to Hutch again and began kicking him in the side. Hutch couldn't take the abuse anymore. "Stop!" he shouted.
Corley paused, an evil smile appearing on his face. He crouched down beside the trembling Hutch.
"Admit you killed her," Corley said, almost kindly, "and the pain will end. You gotta die boy, that's the way it is. I can make it quick for you though. Get on your knees and beg Hutch." He moved ever closer to the cop. "No one is coming to save you Hutchinson," he hissed, "not even Starsky. What's it gonna be?"
Hutch looked into Corley's sneering face for a moment. He smiled at him and then, taking the scum completely by surprise, he spat in the man's face.
Corley stared at Hutch in shock for a few seconds and then lost it completely. Roaring again in anger, he began to viciously kick Hutch repeatedly. He didn't stop even when the detective lost consciousness. Screaming at Hutch, Corley swung round, grabbed the iron bar and began to hit Hutch with it as hard as he could.
Hearing the commotion, Mick and Gary rushed into the room, saw what was happening and grabbed Corley, dragging him away from the lifeless Hutch.
Whilst Gary held back Corley, Mick checked Hutch's pulse. He nodded to Gary who breathed with relief.
"Damn it Corley," he snapped. "You heard Mr Monty. He's not allowed to die until the boss gets back."
Corley was calming down. HE continued to glare at Hutch with hatred but the rage in him was subsiding.
"OK, OK," he said angrily. Gary waited a moment and then released him.
Corley was still watching Hutch. "What will take to break this damn cop?" he mumbled under his breath.
Mick overheard. "By the look of him," he said, gesturing to Hutch, "He's already broken."
Corley shook his head. "Maybe physically but not mentally, not yet. I want him to beg me to forgive him for killing her." Intensity burned in Corley's eyes.
Mick shrugged. "How? I mean, what is he scared of?"
Corley sighed in anger and then he stopped and turned round, gazing at Mick. A big evil grin spread across his face.
"You got it buddy," Corley said, "I was wondering, will you go and get something for me?"
Mick shrugged. "OK. What is it you need?"
Corley smiled down at the prone Hutch. "Something I think our brave cop is scared of," he replied coldly and then began to laugh.
TBC
Thanks to Diane and Loraine for helping me out on these chapters.
Also, thanks as always to Sandra and Kathi for the great feedback. You guys make my day!
Chapter 10
Starsky had driven the Torino as fast as she would go and was pulling up outside Corley's place in no time. He left his car and rushed quietly to the front door. He listened intently and peered through the windows. There was no sign of life.
He took out his gun and called, "Corley, Police. Open up!" There was no reply. Gun ready, Starsky sprang forward, breaking the door down.
He moved into the small apartment, gun held out in front of him. He took in the living room quickly, walked through and checked the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom. He surmised that although this place had been lived in recently, there was certainly no one there now.
Starsky began his search of the place, checking every nook and cranny. He couldn't find any clues in the living room or kitchen. He moved into the bedroom and headed for a chest of drawers.
He fished quickly through old paperwork and books until his hands came to rest on a scrapbook that caught his attention. Starsky picked it up and began to flick through it. As he did so, he became paler and paler.
The first page of the book had a newspaper cut out stuck to it of the armed robbery that Starsky and Hutch had foiled. When the shooting of a young girl, Jessie Marsters, was mentioned, Corley had underlined it in felt tip. Starsky's thoughts went back to that day and the confusion.
Corley had been doing over a jewellers, armed with a shotgun. Starsky and Hutch had taken the call. Although the two cops had tried their hardest to calm Corley and get him to surrender, the robber had refused and began firing off round after round. Starsky had returned fire at Corley, his thoughts of protecting his partner, the public and himself at the front of his mind. Unbeknownst to him, a young girl who had been sobbing and screaming ran in front of Corley and took a bullet for him. Starsky's bullet. Although paramedics had fought to save her, the wound had proved fatal. It was Corley's reaction to the shooting that had shocked Starsky. He had howled in anguish, threw the gun aside and had fallen to his knees, cradling the girl's body in his arms. It had been Hutch who had dragged Corley away from the girl. It was found out later that the girl had been Corley's half sister. Corley had been sent to prison for six years soon after.
Starsky was dragged away from his thoughts as he continued to look through the book. He was reading all about the worst parts of Hutch's life.
The next page was about Gillian. Corley had scribbled down notes - how long Hutch and Gillian had been together, who killed her and how and the extent of the pain her death had caused to Hutch. Corley had even drawn alikeness of what he imagined Gillian to look like. Whoever had told him Hutch's life story had been very thorough. Starsky thought back to Huggy's mention of his 'contact'. No wonder the grass had wanted to stay anonymous. Starsky decided that he would get this guy's name off of Huggy and one day pay him a visit.
Starsky continued to flick through the book, feeling sicker with every passing moment. He read story after story of cases that had badly affected Hutch. Starsky found himself asking again and again, 'Why's he concentrating on Hutch, why not me as well?' Stories of the partners' closeness were also detailed.
Finally, Starsky arrived at the last page and what he read there made his blood run cold. Corley had made the following note, 'this case is unconfirmed, risky to use. Hutchinson rumoured to have been addicted to Heroin, been scared of needles since. If true, is perfect weapon.' Starsky re-read the notes twice, swallowing hard. He dropped the book on the floor and made for the front door.
"My God, Hutch.."
Starsky ran out of the apartment and made for his car. As soon as he had got in, he radioed the station and asked to be patched through to Dobey.
"Dobey here," came the Captains gruff voice.
"Cap, it's Starsky," the detective replied quickly, "Listen, we got -."
Dobey interrupted him. "You listen to me Starsky, I've been trying to contact you for ages. Soon after you left, we got a call from some girl called Jennifer."
Starsky started in surprise. "Jenny? Is she OK?"
Dobey ignored the question. "She says she's got news about Hutch but would only tell 'Dave'. Said she'd meet you at a burger bar, apparently you'd know which one."
Starsky had already begun to pull away. "Thanks Cap," he said and drove down the road as quickly as he could, trying to shut the contents of that scrapbook out of his mind. 'Hang on Hutch,' he thought desperately, 'I'll find you buddy, just hang on.'
~*~
Hutch came to lying on his back, his hands still tied behind him. He moaned in pain when he tried to move, soon realising that every part of him ached. He supposed at least two more ribs were cracked and he was sure that his shoulder was dislocated. Probably had something to do with an iron bar he barely remembered. He attempted to move his legs but let out a low cry. Those bastards hadn't left one part of him untouched. He lay still, eyes closed, trying to shut out the pain.
"Does something hurt Hutchinson?" Came a spiteful voice.
Hutch slowly opened his swollen eyes and glared at his tormentor. He then tried to sit up but collapsed to the ground again, the pain to strong.
"What do you want from me Corley?" Hutch asked softly.
Corley sneered at his captive.
"You know what I want Hutchinson. You on your knees begging me to forgive you for what YOU HAVE DONE TO ME!"
Hutch flinched when Corley shouted at him. Finally, he managed to pull himself into a seated position, teeth clenched against the pain.
"I remember you Corley," he whispered.
Corley threw back his head and laughed. "Really pig? I'm flattered."
"You were robbing a jewellers," Hutch continued, "You were firing at innocent people. You tried to shoot my partner and me. You deserved to go to jail." Hutch stared straight at Corley, Corley gazed back.
A few moments passed. Suddenly, Corley let out a roar of anger and charged at Hutch, revealing the iron bar he had been concealing behind his back. Fear flooded through Hutch as he tried to get away from the maniac.
Corley kicked Hutch over and over until he was once again flat on his back. With a cry, Corley brought the bar down hard on Hutch's dislocated shoulder. Pure agony ripped through Hutch, he threw back his head and screamed, tears in his eyes.
Corley dropped the bar and grabbed Hutch's shirt with both hands, pulling him up. Hutch had his eyes tightly shut. Corley struck him across the face. Hutch spat out blood.
"Open your eyes, you pig bastard," Corley screamed in Hutch's face. Hutch obeyed. Corley grinned whilst his hands once again reached for the bar.
"I deserved prison did I cop? Tell me, did Jessie deserve to die?" He grabbed the bar and struck Hutch on the chest with it. Hutch let out a cry of pain.
"Do you remember Jessie Hutch?" Corley whispered as he struck again when Hutch failed to reply. Hutch tried to crawl away from the madman but it was no good. Hutch actually wondered if Corley would beat him to death, there and then.
"I asked you," Corley repeated, "Do you remember Jessie?" He swung the bar again but stopped when Hutch finally answered him. .
"Yes," the cop gasped, "I remember her."
Corley stopped his swing and dropped the bar. He grabbed Hutch by his shirt again and hissed, "She was my little sister you bastard and you murdered her!" He struck Hutch twice across the face, once again drawing yet more blood. Hutch could only moan from the pain.
"I said, you murdered her. You shot her. And you are gonna apologise for what you've done. You hear me?" The cop didn't reply. Corley released Hutch, allowing him to fall to the ground. He then moved away, breathing heavily.
Hutch laid on the ground, trying to catch his breath. Corley's words were sinking in. The bastard thinks HE had shot Jessie. Hutch frowned, trying to remember the events of that day. He swallowed and looked up at Corley. He hadn't killed Jessie, Starsky had, by accident.
Corley was watching Hutch closely. "What is it pig?"
Hutch bit his lip. He couldn't let Corley find out. "Nothing," he whispered.
Corley strode up to Hutch again and began kicking him in the side. Hutch couldn't take the abuse anymore. "Stop!" he shouted.
Corley paused, an evil smile appearing on his face. He crouched down beside the trembling Hutch.
"Admit you killed her," Corley said, almost kindly, "and the pain will end. You gotta die boy, that's the way it is. I can make it quick for you though. Get on your knees and beg Hutch." He moved ever closer to the cop. "No one is coming to save you Hutchinson," he hissed, "not even Starsky. What's it gonna be?"
Hutch looked into Corley's sneering face for a moment. He smiled at him and then, taking the scum completely by surprise, he spat in the man's face.
Corley stared at Hutch in shock for a few seconds and then lost it completely. Roaring again in anger, he began to viciously kick Hutch repeatedly. He didn't stop even when the detective lost consciousness. Screaming at Hutch, Corley swung round, grabbed the iron bar and began to hit Hutch with it as hard as he could.
Hearing the commotion, Mick and Gary rushed into the room, saw what was happening and grabbed Corley, dragging him away from the lifeless Hutch.
Whilst Gary held back Corley, Mick checked Hutch's pulse. He nodded to Gary who breathed with relief.
"Damn it Corley," he snapped. "You heard Mr Monty. He's not allowed to die until the boss gets back."
Corley was calming down. HE continued to glare at Hutch with hatred but the rage in him was subsiding.
"OK, OK," he said angrily. Gary waited a moment and then released him.
Corley was still watching Hutch. "What will take to break this damn cop?" he mumbled under his breath.
Mick overheard. "By the look of him," he said, gesturing to Hutch, "He's already broken."
Corley shook his head. "Maybe physically but not mentally, not yet. I want him to beg me to forgive him for killing her." Intensity burned in Corley's eyes.
Mick shrugged. "How? I mean, what is he scared of?"
Corley sighed in anger and then he stopped and turned round, gazing at Mick. A big evil grin spread across his face.
"You got it buddy," Corley said, "I was wondering, will you go and get something for me?"
Mick shrugged. "OK. What is it you need?"
Corley smiled down at the prone Hutch. "Something I think our brave cop is scared of," he replied coldly and then began to laugh.
TBC