As Kane charged down the halls nothing was going to curb his momentum, all the doors looked the same, he got more and more frustrated as the minutes passed. Finally he could hear the clamoring of a crowd, the correct door was coming into view. The growing amount of spectators were all debating amongst themselves about how Carrie was fairing and how they would get the locked door open. One person in the hallway was all Kane could see. "You want to be me? Touch what's mine? Then you're going to feel my pain." He tackled his copycat into the ground the only cushion from the rough fall was a duffel bag the man was carrying. Kane was automatically on the offensive, mercilessly laying down a melee of punches. "I'll kill you. Forget a match a fight I'm going to bury you." Kane wrapped his hands around the throat of the pummeled man, slamming the back of the man's head in the hard cement floor. "Don't . . . you ever touch her-"
"Too late!" Was the coughed response. Kane was beyond anger, beyond rage he was as brutal animal out for blood. Punch after punch, he wanted to break the
man's face and he was well on his way.
"Kane! The door's opening!" Lizzie yelled as the metal door began to be pried off it's hinges. Kane let one hand slip away from his assault.
"You have no idea! No idea what I'll do to you."
"Banking on it." There was a short pause. Kane didn't know what to do, how to get back at him for what the bastard had done. Kane bolted to the door, he would figure all this out later.
"Carrie." He waited for a response but nothing came. 'Is she still unconscious?' "Carrie!" He pressed his hand against the door that was still hanging on. The metal began to burn his palm, he knew better than anyone what it was like to be caught in a fire, the panic a person feels as all hope goes up in smoke, the levels of pain one goes through, when you think it can't get worse it does. He slammed his shoulder into the steel door, once, twice again and agin till four pairs of anonymous arms pulled him back. The hinges gave way, flames were still rising and falling.
"Carrie?" Lizzie called into the controlled blaze. They watched helplessly as the 'professionals.' went about snuffing out the fire, trying to 'rescue.' Carrie. Kane refused to wait for the OK to enter the room.
'There's no time for this. I'll find her myself.' He walked in, slowly being enveloped with the stifling heat he placed a forearm ahead of his face. "Carrie?" Her name was the only word on anyone's lips. Kane scanned the small room, he couldn't see much. 'Where is she?' Everything became clearer as the fire became contained.
"Carrie say something idiot!" Sidney also stepped through the doorway.
"There's no one else in here, just you two. It's good that she got out." An emergency worker stated.
"What? What do you mean? We saw her, we just saw her in here! It took us forever to get into the door how'd she get out?" Janet entered the room to look for herself. The words 'no one else.'hung in the burnt air.
"She isn't here." Sidney stated flatly. "She couldn't have gotten out without him finding her. It's all your fault that this happened!" He gave Kane a shove, but Sidney's shove did nothing to the human wall that was Kane. "I promised her! Promised her god damn it! That she'd be ok. But you know what? She wasn't worried about herself." Sidney paused, biting back excess animosity, if he was going to find Carrie he didn't have time to fight Kane. At the same time though he just couldn't let the topic drop. "She was so concerned about you." Sidney's logical thinking was short lived as he gave Kane another shove. It was ignored though, Kane had more important things to think about besides the small angry man pushing at him.
'Where could she be?' Kane huffed and puffed, his anger and frustration continued to rise. One of the only plausible answer came to mind, making Kane's stomach drop. "The duffle bag. He hid her, took her out of here in that duffle bag." Kane wasn't sure if she could fit in that bag but nothing else made sense. Kane looked through the doorway to see if his impostor had been stupid enough to stick around after the thrashing Kane had delivered, no such luck. "God Damn duffel bag . . . I had him . . . I had her and I let my rage get a hold of me."
'It's was a release wasn't it'? The voice poked through. Kane threw some debris at a wall. "He was right . . . she trusted me and I couldn't protect her . . . he has her now. He has my-"
"She's not yours. She's not your anything! Once we get her back I'm going to personally make sure you never drag her into your shit again. I knew it was a bad idea! You two getting together, even her keeping you company. But there was no swaying her she must have pitted you, look what came from that!" Sidney made a move to give Kane another shove, but it was obvious that the monster had taken as much of Sidney's fit as he could take. Kane had been building up rage and guilt, Sidney's statement hadn't helped. Kane took Sidney by the collar of his shirt. Kane's breath was fast and short, he lifted Sidney up as he contemplated wether or not to take out his anguish on the man in his grasp. Deciding against it Kane just gave a frustrated grunt, tossing Sidney carelessly into the ground. 'Pity? Is that what this all was? It was different I know what pity feels like. She couldn't be going through all this hell now for pity.' Trying not to think about it his eyes searched the room unrealistically hoping for Carrie to appear.
"She's not here you big idiot! She's who the hell knows. She's in real trouble and it's all your fault. You freak it-"
"Sid I know you're pissed but-" Janet started but was quickly shut down.
"Janet I'm more than-" Sidney got up to his feet but his rant was also interrupted.
"It's not his fault!" Lizzie raid her voice.
"How can you take his side!" Sidney pointed angrily at Kane.
"There are no sides Sidney, we're all worried as shit about Carrie that makes us allies not enemies ok?" Lizzie tried to calm down her vengeance filled friend.
"You feel responsible because you two have been thing one and thing two since forever ago." Janet added.
"I promised Janet, I promised her and-" His voice was shaky and still very angry.
"Let me finish. You're taking the fact that you couldn't help her as failing but-"
"I should've ran faster." Sidney snapped. During all of this Kane remained quiet.
'He's not the only that should've been there. I let her down. She showed me compassion and I couldn't even help her when she needed me.' He slammed his fist into the wall beside him.
"Let me finish!" Janet spoke with authority. "You couldn't have known, either of you, what the fucking maniac would do! You shouldn't be so god damn hard on yourself, or each other." She looked back and forth between Sidney and Kane knowing her words had fallen on deaf ears.
"Janet that's all well and goof but Carrie could be really hurt or dead." Sidney huffed.
"Don't say that!" Lizzie cried.
"Lizzie it's not impossible." Sidney didn't know the level this guy would go. 'She doesn't have her iron supplements, her anemia could make this really bad.' He kept that fact to himself, no one else knew she was a giant bruise waiting to happen on the daily.
"Don't you say that! Don't you damn say that." Kane broke his silence. "She's alive and I'm going to find her." Kane stormed out of the trashed room.
"Holy fuck this headache is killing me." Carrie gave an injured groan. She blinked a few times but her vision was still pitch black. She went to sit up but couldn't move her legs more than a couple inches, her arms were equally constricted, but it didn't stop her from flailing and struggling trying to get free. She began to hyperventilate as she realized she was more or less trapped, that plus the heat of her confines caused her to drift in and out of consciousness. 'OK OK calm down Carrie, passing out will do you no good stuck in some kind of sack or something.' She felt the fabric rub against her injuries. 'Lets try and remember how you got here.' She stopped moving best she could. 'I woke up from my nap . . . was talking to Lita she was yelling about something.' Her body bolted up and thudded down. 'I'm in the trunk of a car?' She had ridden in a trunk before, and knew the feelings of a pot hole. 'What craziness have i gotten myself into?' Another pot hole, with each bump the status of her body became apparent, her ribs hurt and her arms and legs had a familiar sting. 'Am I burned? I kind of remember smelling smoke. Getting ahead of yourself Carrie. He put his hand over my face, I felt numb . . . and tired. Did he drug me? This is beyond intimidation this is criminal. He laid me down He was talking to someone. Who? What was he saying?' That was when her memory really grew hazy. 'Think he left. Fire . . . there was a fire. I tried to get up but I fell, it was getting hotter. He came back. He was pushing and pulling at me, might have punched me a couple times. Then what?' She couldn't remember no matter how hard she tried.
Minutes or hours passed before the car came to an elongated stop and the trunk opened. "Awake girl?" He shook her sore body.
"Help! Get the hell off me! Help!" She screamed hoping someone anyone would hear her, she yelled as loud as she could until what she could only assume was a fist crashed into her abdomen.
"Don't speak. You hear me?" He whispered into the trunk. "well?" He pushed his palm into her throat, the force causing her head to crash against the corner of the trunk. The material of the bag was the only cushion between his hand and her skin. "This is what he did to me, Kane. When he saw me, he choked me just like this." He tightened his grip. "I save his precious whore and that was the thanks I got?" Carrie was gasping for air when he finally loosened his grip. "Can I tell you a secret?" He chuckled. "I was going to leave you to fry. But then I got an idea, why torment Kane over one incident when I can torture him for days, a week maybe? What do you think we can do to pass the time?" He lifted the body filled bag from the trunk and placed it over his shoulder. "Don't worry though I never planned on killing you or anything. I'll let you go. You can crawl back to him and tell him all the horrible things that happened to you. Sending him out for revenge. Or you might grow to like me, come to your senses and join me." He was still laughing walking from the parking lot to the lobby of a hotel.
