Chapter 11 - Break Me

Placing a thick black cotton bag over Fi's head. Before she could even comprehend what was happening, The maniac then collided the butt of his pistol into the back of Fi's head, knocking her unconscious. They made sure, for certain she had no idea how long and far it was for them to reach Michael and Dawn. They were clever and cautious. They did not want her knowing how to get back, nor how to get to him. Blaine's idea to have Fiona see and be with Michael was only to spite her. To break and ruin her. He could see just how she would cringe, wince as he was brutally beaten. She masked her inner screams beautifully, but it shined through her eyes. The tears that threatened her eyes, he could see them.. He could see just how much it hurt her to sit there and watch. Even at a distance, he could see. However; it didn't affect her as much as he wanted. She didn't scream out his name, she didn't fight to break her chains. She didn't beg nor plead for the pounding to end. She just sat there and watched. Although; she did break and give him just what he wanted, just how far would and could he go to get the same thing, only what he really wanted?. He had so many games up his sleeves. If only she knew just how much he really knew about her. The whole situation was about her, no one else.

Blaine felt, having her right there. Able to talk to him, able to hold him would cause her to fall...He even made a bet with his closest soldier, the maniac. He and the maniac had bet one another of one thousand dollars. Of course, Blaine bet that she would. He was almost excited and so aroused by the mere thought. He could not wait to see her break and whimper. It was still a cold mystery as to why this man was so obsessed with Fiona. Why did he want such drastic reactions for Fiona. Why was he so keen to see her fall into pieces. Hurt and harm her in every way. Why the constant mention of her beloved sister, Claire.

Michael stared at the front door, as it remained opened, wide open. His eyes so focused on it. Dawn came close and looked over him, he was healing and doing very well. She watched him for a moment before moving away and observing the instruments laid out on the tray. She picked and played with them before Michael whispered.

"Dawn.."

He started, gathering her attention. He looked down at her for a moment, making sure he had her full attention and concentration. As she moved in close, he leaned in and continued.

"Go over to the work bench in the kitchen, underneath it, there should be a magnum duct taped to the bottom of the bench top... let me know if it's still there. Be smart about it"

Finishing his instructions, Dawn nodded slowly and casually headed over towards the kitchen. Running her hands underneath the counter. Her eyes glued to the loft's doors like Michael's. She made sure no one was coming, ducking down. She took a quick glimpse underneath...

Bouncing back up just as Blaine came in. Her face drenched in fear and shock. She slowly turned to Michael, shaking her head ever so slowly. Michael looked at her cautiously, seeing that she did not see the weaponry in place. It was clear that Blaine and his men had cleared the Loft out. having gone and checked everything...and cleared it all. Nothing was to be seen. It was no doubt that the drawers and cabinets had been cleared. Stripping the place, Michael turned to see Blaine shoot him a sly grin.

"How are you holding up, kid?"

Blaine rested his arm on Michael's shoulder. As he finished, the word "kid" struck Michael, the only other person he had ever come to terms with that had called him that was the one and only, Larry Sizemore. Michael's mind started racing, wondering and thinking if the man knew Larry...

Michael just continued to glare at Blaine, narrowing his eyes and looking straight into his. Blaine blinked and moved from Michael. Looking over him once more, seeing just how clean and medicated he was from the many bruises and blows. Cocking an eyebrow, Blaine turned to Dawn as she was now near the medical tray.

"I see you're doing your job, stick to it... and you'll see your son very soon"

As Blaine spoke, Dawn's face beamed of happiness. So pleased to hear the words. He gave off such a sincere tone, honesty. She was convinced he was telling the truth, she could feel the sheer rush of glee overcome her, the thought of seeing her son again... she smiled and let the small delicate tears of happiness overtake her.

Blaine showed a small sense of sensitivity towards Dawn before turning to Michael, showing a cunning smile. He then whistled loudly, moving inches away from Michael he stood before him, staring. The Maniac walked in with Fi. Zip tie tightly strangling her wrists. A thick black cotton bag over her head...

Fi was awake, shaken and curious. she was trying to figure out just how long she was out for.. but she had no way of telling, she could have been unconscious for hours, minutes... she didn't know. As Michael's eyes hit Fiona's body. He held in his impulse to scream and rip his hands from the tight zip tie around his wrists and ankles. As everyone went quiet. Blaine carefully and slowly pulled the bag from Fiona's head, revealing her bruised face to Michael. For a moment, his eyes stared deeply into hers as she did the same. Silence overtook the room, deafening everyone. Not a single word was said...

Dawn looked at Michael, seeing the pure pain and anger rush over him. His neck becoming red from the souring rage that rushed through his veins. The adrenaline and agony as he could not do anything...All except to just stand there and watch her...

Fi's eyes wandered and examined him, seeing just how bruised and cut he was. She did her best to take it all in and deal with it; accepting that this was all her fault. These men were here because of her, she was not cooperating...It was her fault. If she had just given them what they wanted...

"Fi.."

His lips let the name slip, Fi twitched as he spoke. Swallowing hard, she could feel the guilt rising as she remembered just what she gave up to save him, if he'd hate her for it. If he'd give up on her... leave her..So many distracting and rather malicious scenario's started exploding within her mind. His eyes, his facial expression.. She felt the maniac loosen his grip on her upper arm, letting her go...As he let her go, he whipped out one of his pistols, making sure she was clear that if she were to try anything... the bullet would be in her and Michael's head. He didn't need to spell it out, it was obvious. Common sense, initially. Giving them the warning, he then took out a combat knife from his belt. Moving behind Fi, he swiftly cut the zip tie from her wrists, releasing her. As the bindings snapped from her wrists, Fi stumbled forwards. regaining her balance. She started for Michael...

Blaine watched them for a moment before shouting..

"I'll leave you two alone..."

He and the maniac then left the building, slowly moving down the stairs. They could hear each foot step as they moved down the flight of stairs. Michael found it rather mysterious and confusing as he just left them alone, release Fi from her bounds. He was uttering puzzled by the whole situation...

As Fi reached Michael, wrapped her arms around him. she held onto him as tightly as she could. Her hands run through his hair, she was self consciously checking if he was ok. Michael dug his face into her neck. Unable to hold her, he closed his eyes...savouring her scent. He tried his best to clear the images of the bruises from his mind, but it was too hard...

"Fi... are you ok?"

He asked, his voice and tone so low. He almost didn't want to hear it...He knew just who gave her the bruises.. he just didn't want to hear it...

"I'm fine, Michael... Look at you"

She whispered as she pulled away slowly, her hands holding his face. stroking his cheeks. Her eyes pierced into his. That moment, it felt like they were alone...a sweet surrender.

"I'm fine, it looks worse than it is.. are you ok?"

Michael asked her again before giving her a reassuring smile, she couldn't help but give him one back. Resting her forehead against his for a moment. Closing her eyes. Her eyes still holding his face, she held onto him so tightly.

"I'll forget you asked, again"

insisting to him that she was in fact fine, she continued to enjoy the sweet moment...Before she forgot, she nuzzled his cheek and whispered gently..

"eleven o'clock"

She whispered ever so quietly, her lips touching his ear lobe. Michael slowly drew his eyes up to the corner of the kitchen, his eleven o'clock. Seeing the camera panning down at them. Looking away immediately. Michael turned to Fi slowly, realising that she would have witnessed everything...Moving away, Fi grabbed and checked over Michael herself. Her cold and delicate hands softly stroking his raw and sore neck, checking his bullet wound that had been completely ignored. Fi turned to Dawn...

"Why hasn't the bandages on his arm been changed? did you not see the bullet wound?"

Finding any way to strike at her. For her own personal reasons. She had to let the anger out at someone, besides Michael...of course, he wasn't going to get away that easy...

"Fi..."

Michael lowered his voice and gave her his usual groan, shaking his head. Fi turned to him...shocked that he was sticking up to her. However; Fi wasn't too sure of her actions and motives. What was actually happening with Dawn.. Only that she tried to make her move on him, in the worst time and moment. Dawn shook as Fi attacked her, stepping forwards. She nervously went to start on his arm...

"I.. I'm sorry.. it must have slipped my mind"

She apologized. Taking the bandages off and cleaning the wound. Carefully taking care of her business. She occasionally watched as Fi stared at Michael, she could see the guilt written all over her face...

"Fi, what does Blaine want?"

Michael asked, he had no idea what was going on. Where Sam and Madeline where.. Where Fi came from. It was nothing but a puzzle. Left in the dark, cold.

"I'm not sure, I'm working on it Michael.. don't worry..."

She answered quickly but her words were cut off as Blaine and the maniac walked in. Moving towards Michael she embraced him again...

"Two girls on you Michael, how do you feel?"

Blaine snickered as he came and stood before him. His eyes fixed on Fiona's backside. The Maniac stayed at the door, his hands behind his back. He stood there like a statue. Waiting for orders...

Blaine pulled out his gun and pressed it against the back of Fi's head. Alarming her immediately. Michael gave him a deadly stare...glaring at him, Fi exhaled deeply... she looked at Michael before stepping back and turning to face Blaine, his nose touching hers. He smiled widely before pulling her further away from Michael. It felt like it was only a minute or two that they were together alone.. it was not enough...

Holding Fi, he played and watched as Michael glared at him. Intimidating, he was. But Blaine had the gun and the girl, he had it all. He had nothing. Telling himself that, he shook the fear from his chest and licked his lips. Pressing the gun against Fi's cheek, poking his tongue out. He laughed and watched as Michael flinched and started to squirm. He loved the reactions of one who was suffering. Loved it. Although; more than anything, he wanted it from Fiona... Stepping towards Michael, pulling Fi with him...He brought the muzzle of the gun up and pressed it against Michael's bottom jaw. His eyes darted to see Fi's reaction. Nothing...

Clenching her jaw, she knew what he wanted. Apart of her wanted to play, the other part wanted to give in and give him what he wanted. She knew, Michael wouldn't have wanted her to cave right before him...She couldn't bear to do that to him. However; just how far was Blaine going to go... Having her break wasn't the only thing he wanted from her, it was still unknown...He had far too many tactics up his sleeves. This was just a test...

"Only I can do that..."

Fi shook her fear away, playfully making a cheeky remark that only she and Michael would understand. As she spoke, Blaine pulled the muzzle from under Michael's jaw and tilted his head at her, raising an eyebrow. Michael looked at her softly...

Blaine then smiled and laughed, nodding. He scratched the top of his head with the muzzle and shook his head... Getting an idea..

"So... only you are allowed to point a gun at him?..."

He asked her quickly before looking back and forth at the two...

"Do you like violence, Fiona?"

Fi could see just where this was headed, she had said the wrong thing at the wrong time. Violence was her foreplay...Not today...She was the only one who harm him, bruise him and making crack a rib, it was done out of love..Not torture or pain...She sometimes wished it was her smacking him around a bit, if he had deserved it.. dodging conversations with her, ignoring her. Not taking on a client in need. The list was endless; but not today, he did not deserve any of the bruises and welts on his body...

Handing her the gun, he kept his grasp on the weaponry and her hand. Guiding it. He stood behind her and guided her arm and hand with the weapon, flailing it around and controlling her arm and hand. He rested his chin on her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek...

"So... hit him them"

He grunted, gritting his teeth. He then swayed and moved her arm, forcing her to strike him in the ribs. Fi held back, making sure it didn't harm him too much. As he made her force the butt of the gun into his right side, hitting his ribs...Michael crouched forwards, keeping his lips sealed. As Blaine moved her arm away from his body. His eyes cached her reaction, she held in all the anger. The surging rage that was so desperate to be released. Her face so still, emotionless. Blaine snapped; swinging her arm up again, he held a tight grip on her free arm. Keeping her close and restrained. He struck Michael in the ribs again, harder. The sound of his ribs cracking ricocheted through the loft...Michael again, crouched forwards and gasped...the area of impact already bruising..Not only did he let out the pain, but the maniac pulled Madeline and Sam in at that very moment.. startling them instantly...

Pulling Fi back, Blaine struck her again. colliding the side of the muzzle against Fi's temple.

"Michael!..."

Madeline instantly started, screaming as he came into view. Her eyes narrowed on him before Fi was in her line of sight...

"Fi! What are you doing to her!"

Madeline screamed at her before Sam took a tight grip of her arms, pulling her back as she lunged forwards towards Blaine. A fight she did not want to start...Michael wanted to call out, but his throat shut tight and dry. It felt as if razor blades were shoved down his throat, scraping and piercing his throat. Burning. Still crouched forwards, he could see the terror written all over Madeline's face... the struggle on Sam's as he tried to keep Madeline from any harm...

Blaine ignored Madeline and smirked, turning to Michael..

"Say Hi to Ma, Michael"

He covered his face with a wide devious grin. Showing, that he was clear on just who Madeline was. There was no secrets. Nothing was hidden. He knew everything. It didn't take Michael long to realise just why Fi looked so guilty, why he took a severe beating for. Nothing... As Sam and Madeline were placed next to the work bench. The maniac dashed over to the loft's door, bringing in a young, afraid and mentally scarred six year old... Startling Dawn instantly, she dropped to her knees and started to scream for her son...

Dawn reached out for him as she kneeled a few steps from Michael as Blaine carried Fi out of the room...

"Where are you taking her?"

Michael shouted, louder than Dawn's frantic sobbing. The sudden shriek startled Blaine in his tracks. Stopping, he exhaled deeply and shielded the fear that struck him. Shivers ran down his back... He turned, looking over his shoulder. Glaring at Michael...

"you said your goodbyes, Michael"

As Blaine struck the sharp words at Michael, he then stepped outside, slamming the door. Having Michael scream out her name...

Author's Note:

Sorry for the delay guys, things had been rather busy here..There will be a lot of rustiness around the end of the chapter due to a bit of stress. Hope this was something worth the wait! thank you all very much for your love and support with reviews and favourites! More to come.