Chapter 10: Decoy
Rushing over to Michael, his eyes opening and closing. Blinking and struggling to see properly, as his vision slurred. Blurry from the impact he felt moments before. His vision finally cleared he watched Fiona hold his face with her hands, her eyes locked with his. Gazing into each other's eyes, she looked straight through him. The moment was brief, but it is all they needed to know they still had each other. Michael cleared his throat, his mind started to attack him with every question he could gather.
"What happened?"
His words slurred a bit, pulling himself together he turned slowly to see the leader on the floor, still immobilized and restrained. His eyes darted for the room Sam had been held. Fiona helped him stand up, carefully. Holding his back and chest, she cautiously let him gain his own strength, it was not long until Michael achieves his strength, it was something he could always seem to pull off, and regardless of the pain and jeopardy, and he would bounce back up, and did anything and everything he could... Michael Westen never backed down, never turned back.
"He's restrained Michael, don't worry about him"
Fiona fixed him with her answer, until he started for the room Sam was held in, his eyes wide and filled with confusion, looking back at her as she stayed with the leader and Damon. She was still unaware and uncertain on what words to say once the question popped up.
"Where's Sam…?"
He watched her, studied her for a moment before slowly taking rolling his back shirtsleeves up to his elbows. Things needed to be sorted out, Questions needed to be answers... Now. Frustration took over Michael's concerns for Sam, colliding with the Leader, he pulled the man's face up by the back of shirt's collar… ripping him up, aggressive. He knew getting emotionally involved would lead to more emotional scars, but he is had enough. Pulling the man to his feet, he was still collapsed and unaware of Michael's wrath. Placing him on the chair he had been restrained to, Michael slapped him hard across the cheek to awake the sleeping mercenary. Fi stayed back and let him do what he needed, she kept an eye on occasionally as she looked around for anymore firearms, documents or clues that could help lead them to Sam, or anything related to what was happening, the man who hired them all… there was so many things left in the dark.
His dark eyes shot open, finding himself in Michael's situation... his heart started to hammer hard within his chest, filled with fright and anger. He was pretty much beaten by a woman, a women who he greatly under estimated. His eyes darted around the room, seeing the other guard was missing with Sam… his eyes looked to Damon…
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He growled furiously at the man who was once under his commands. Damon stepped back, standing behind Michael who stood before him, hands clenched into a fist. Dragging his eyes to Michael's face, he could see the anger rising within his eyes... He was in Hell and he knew it.
"Where's Sam?"
Michael started quick, he did not want any small talk... he wanted answers right now and then. Fi found herself in the kitchen, getting classes of water for her and Michael. They were both Dehydrated and tired.
A smile crossed his lips, a sinful and vice look. It made Michael cringe like made... he was not really one to torture someone, as he knew they would tell you anything for the pain to stop. Michael hesitated and battled with himself, trying to figure out the best way to get Sam's whereabouts... but at the time, he knew this was pretty much the only option...
"I'm not telling you anything, Boy"
He growled, spitting at Michael but failing in the process. Michael was then handed the very same combat knife that threatened his life, from Damon who then stepped back. Pressing the knife against his skin, his throat… his left arm pushing him back, holding him in place…
"Tell me…"
As Fiona came back, placing two glasses of water on the table close by, she just stared at the corridor leading to the front door. Her eyes wide open, in shock. Frozen in place.
"Mikey..."
The words, the sound, the tone… Michael immediately turned to see Sam standing in the corridor frame, his face lost. Unsure on what he was doing, where he was. His eyes gazed at Michael then to Fi... he started to burble his words... The expression of sorrow and betrayal drenched his face. Wounds and bruises, blood splattered over his shirt. Michael moved from the leader and started for Sam, the unstable ex-navy seals that looked as if he was inches away from collapsing…
"Sam…"
Michael managed to gasp.
Michael's arms reached out to him, his knees bent catching him as he fell forwards…. Collapsing within Michael's arms, Michael looked up... his gaze sat upon a pistol aimed at his temple… the barrel of the weaponry in full focus, the man who held it blurred... his focus was on the gun...
Before Fiona could even flinch, before she could even think to move and respond... before she could even shift her eyes to Michael after witnessing the gunman before him, a single shot was fired. The sound of the bullet escaping the barrel, the sickening bang set off by the single push of the trigger, the smell of gunfire escaped the barrel. The sounds reverberated through the house.
