An Evening With uncle Mike

Somewhere in the dimly lit parking lot a cigarette was lit as a corrupt man walked carelessly across the concrete. The man with the cigarette smiled as he pulled on his gloves the smoke swirling like a little dragon around his fingertips in the chill December air. The 'good doctor' was walking to his car keys in hand smirking maliciously. He had days off coming now, the schedule at the front desk had been checked. No doubt he was thinking of what to do with his time.

Frowning the man tossed his cancer stick down and started toward the man with the doctor's swagger. "Evening Dr. Nomed."

"Do I know you?"

"I'm new, another orderly on the floor." He smiled and pushed his fedora back so as not to hide his face.

"Good, we've been short staffed." Dr. Naraku Nomed continued on not taking any concern for the man next to him.

"Got big plans for the days off? Saw you got a couple coming."

Laughing to himself Naraku smirked as he hit the button to unlock his car. "Oh there are some plans."

"A lady friend and you heading off for some holiday fun?"

"Let's just say, it's a surprise."

"You don't know how right you are." With one swift lunge Dr. Nomed found himself staring at the concrete with a knee in his back. A black Mercedes screeched to a halt as two other men shoved him roughly into the backseat. The man from the parking lot was sitting on his left and another on his right with two others in the front.

"What in the hell…" A fist contacted with his jaw. The smell of freshly lit tobacco following.

"Shut it doctor. You're going on a ride." Said the man at the driver's seat

"You realize this is illegal." Naraku said angrily. "I can see what all of you look like. Don't think I wont contact…" Another punch.

"Look," Said the man with the cigarette. "It's not that I don't like punching you, cause I do. But it really won't matter if you even know our names in about an hour."

Swallowing hard Naraku reached for his cell phone. If he could get to it in time he could send a text for help. "In an hour?"

The man with the cigarette smiled. "Phone's gone, tossed it down the sewer drain."

"You bastard."

Taking a long drag he laughed and blew the smoke out the window. "Jake Rotelli is the name Dr. Nomed. Now I suggest you shut it. We'll be there in about half an hour."

True to his word, the car stopped in a little over thirty minutes. Shoved roughly out of the car Naraku eyed the guns held by his captors. They'd arrived at what appeared to be a country house. Surrounded by trees and dense snow there didn't seem to be anything to gain from shouting for help. The one he knew by name, Jake, was talking on a cell phone and waving at the house that stood some fifteen feet away.

Hanging up Jake walked over to Naraku and started walking him to the home. "Come on in, you must be cold."

"How courteous of you." He replied sarcastically.

"Now that's no way to treat a host." Jake smiled. "Dad's been dieing to talk to you Dr. Nomed."

The inside was not lavish, but comfortable with simple decorations and furniture. A fire crackled warming the room with a cedar infused scent. Michael Rotelli was seated comfortably enough in a green armchair, glass of brandy in hand as he swirled it and spoke casually with two other men. Naraju was seated most un politely on the sofa alone. Jake standing behind him while the others watched relentlessly.

Turning Mr. Rotelli smiled and waved the other men away. "Hang back fellas not so close. Allow the doctor some room to breath. Did you have a nice ride, Dr. Nomed?"

"It would have gone better had I known I was going on one." Naraku said absently tugging his coat buttons. "What is the meaning of all of this?"

Michael nodded sympathetically. "I know, I know. It's cruel isn't it? You're walking to your car, ready for a few days off and some fun. Away form the rat race of the busy hospital. And then I go and have my guys shove ya into a car and drive you all the way out here." He paused sipping the liquor once more. "I'm inclined to apologize for the rape." Michael paused a wicked smile drawn on his handsome features.

"Rape?" Naraku questioned. "You mean the abduction?"

"Whatever you wanna call it. After all it has more than one meaning." He paced calmly and with purpose, watching Naraku watch him the whole time. "Funny how such a once common word for taking by force could get so misconstrued over the years isn't it." Michael gestured to the liquor cabinet. "Drink?"

"You still haven't answered my question." Naraku said with a confident grin. "Whiskey sour please."

"Jake, get the doctor a whiskey sour." Michael frowned. "You're being a but curt Dr. Nomed. I'm trying to be as hospitable as possible in this seemingly hostile situation." He stopped standing in front of Naraku, swirling his brandy and nodding to himself. "You want to know what this is all about."

Accepting his drink from Jake, Naraku sighed in frustration. "I said that from the very beginning."

"You lack patience."

"I'm not a patient man."

"Neither am I." Michael smiled and took a seat leaning on the pool table adjacent to the sofa.

"Mr. Rotelli, if you're quite done wasting my time…" Naraku found himself unable to finish his sentence as a cue ball struck him in the head and sent his booze flying onto his coat. Lying half way on the couch, his head throbbing, he groaned.

"That shouldn't have had to happen, Naraku. Sorry for the informality, but you're pissing me off." Michael picked up the cue and set it back on the table. "You need to learn a little respect for your elders like my son Jake or my nephew Sessh." He snapped his fingers and two of the men in the room pulled Naraku to his feet holding him steady. "I wont degrade you by talking to you on the floor. A man should stand and be counted. Accept what he is to receive. Don't you agree Naraku?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." He ground out between throbs of pain. "You go on and on about nothing."

"You smoke?" Michael said lighting a cigarette and offering one to Jake. "I shouldn't, but uh we all gotta go someday. Even got my boy smoking now." Michael laughed before pausing abruptly to sucker punch Naraku in the stomach. He smirked at the induced hacking fit the doctor went into as his associates held him standing. "Again coulda been avoided, but you're lippy." Michael blew smoke deliberately into his face smiling again. "Now if you'll just listen this can be easy. All I want to know is what you did?"

"Did…to…who? When?" He sputtered between coughs as he was released to sprawl the ground on his hands and knees still in pain.

"A girl." Michael commented softly breathing in the smoke. "A red head. Sweet kid, good sense a humor and makes a killer quiche. You ever had her quiche?" Naraku shook his head as Michael knelt to look at him. "Didn't think so, you missed out." Standing back up he set the butt in the ashtray. "So what'd ya do? How often? The truth will set you free my man."

Breathing heavily, Naraku's eyes widened as he stared at the hard wood floor. The nausea rising he felt himself starting to panic as he realized he was in no condition to fight. They knew. He wasn't sure how they knew but they knew what he had done.

"What's it gonna be Naraku? You gonna tell us what you did, or let us assume."

He could see the tip of the wingtip shoe hiding under expensive Armani trousers. Michael was poised to kick him soundly if he hesitated. He didn't know how much they knew, he really couldn't risk lying. "We used to date." He panted.

"That's not what I asked." Michael swiftly knocked the man on the floor upside the head with his shoe. "Now try again. What did you do?"

"…Broke in."

"Yeah."

"Drugged her…and"

"Yeah."

"Took her."

"Took her where?"

"You know what I mean."

"I don't, enlighten me."

"Fucked her all right…I fucked her." He said it as though the gravity of his actions were finally sinking in unfortunately if that was the case it was far too late.

Michael nodded and snapped again. Naraku was pulled to his feet as Michael tossed that white cue ball up and down in his hand. "You broke into her house. Were you still together?" He struck him with the ball. "No you weren't." Again. "Beat her too didn't you? When she told you no." Again on the jaw this time. "Drugged her, then put her through all that." Again, on the neck. "Just paralyzed her, you wanted her to remember all of it." Again in the head and he was dropped to the floor. "You sick little fuck." He stomped hard on his hands dropping the cue ball squarely on his back. "I hope the devil gives you sympathy."

Leaning down with one quick snap, Naraku Nomed's life was ended by Michael Rotelli. His suit hardly mussed as he smoothed the fabric and popped his neck. A casual wave said enough for the body to be taken away as the older gentleman returned to his brandy.

"Never gets easier does it dad?" Jake stood next to his father watching the other's gather up the late doctor.

His hands massaging his temples, Michael looked up. "No son it doesn't. Even when I feel like it's for all the right reasons, it's still hard."

"It was worth it?"

"Son," Michael paused. "When it's something like that, I think God understands. I doubt he likes me choosing for him, but we all make our lot in life. Do me a favor and go tell your cousin it's done."

"Okay papa."

As the son walked away, he couldn't help but notice the crimson stain on the white winter snow. Far away in the distance the howling of wolves assured him the doctor's body would be gone by morning. Waving to the guys as they got into the car to leave he pulled out his cell dialing his cousin's number.

Okay so you all know, my computer is down, so I have to write while I'm at work. Basically updates will take a bit longer, but I'll do it as soon as I can.

Dante's Daughter