AN: sanku for the reviews A posse ad esse and Liz Diz!!!:D that makes me sooo happy!:D anywho enough with my happy babbling...:)
Chapter 14
Find and Rescue
Hey my friend,
it seems your eyes are troubled,
care to share your times with me?
Would you say your feeling low and so
a good idea would be to get it off your mind.
I know it's only been a day... but I'm worried... I thought, trying to convince myself that this wasn't a stupid idea to check up on Murphy and Connor. I mean, I know when I went looking for them the other time... they seemed okay, but what if this time its different? Oh jeez... the possiblities are endless. I felt awful for thinking something bad happened to them, but I couldn't help it. I reached the stoop of the crumbled and dilapidated apartment building. I stared at it, turned around and stopped and turned back to it.
It was futile, there was no way I could back out of it now. So I forced myself inside the building and traveled up the stairs with my eyes trained on my shoes. I stopped infront of door number five and the five seemed as though it was laughing at me with all its darkness. That's crazy... and I knocked on the door. No answer. I took a breath and knocked again, a little harder and this time the door creeped open. Glancing around me, I stuck my head inside and searched their apartment with curious and wide blue eyes.
My foot crept inside and my body soon followed. They weren't here and that only made me all the more worried and curious. I strode idolently about and searched with my eyes. They landed on a notepad with lined paper. Walking over, I noticed it had an address written on it, "Maybe this is where they went...?"
I ripped out the paper, folded it up and tucked it into my pocket.
000ooo000
The houses around here were like towering castles compared to where I had grown up and lived. It was as though they glared at you with spiteful and giggling eyes at your inferiority. As if you were nothing and they were worth something. Which they probably were worth a lot. I turned up the long drive to a dark brick house, the windows up front made me feel watched and I hustled faster.
Finally I reached my destination, my eyes wandering and groping across the house's strong and powerful shape. It held quite a menacing look. Something told me not to knock, but to walk in. As if catching attention of who ever lived here would be a bad and awful omen. Biting my lip, I carefully and as quietly as possible, opened the door. My heart was pounding heavily in my chest. With slightly shaking hands I closed the door softly.
I took a couple steps inside and looked about with awe at the beautiful insides of the home. It had white marble tile and a black leather couch sat nestled infront of a huge brick fireplace. I walked further in and saw a gorgeous black marble table and as I was admiring it, my eyes froze on something that didn't belong there. A crumpled cigarette butt. Don't be silly, that could be anyones. If anything, Connor and Murphy might be long gone.
That's when I heard some thumping, as if a really heavy object had been dropped carelessly. The sound came directly above me and I hurridly searched for some stairs. Finding them, I quickly scampered up the stairs, being sure not to make too much sound.
"Fuuckk!" I heard someone scream angrily behind one of the many doors. Why did that voice sound so familiar? I used all the strength and mind power in me to keep from lurching forward and running to the door. "Who the fuck is there? You fucking bitch show yer fucking self!" It was Connor. I whipped the door open and let it slam against the wall.
"Connor...?" I said in disbelief, "Murphy...?" My eyes were then stilled on Murphy, a butter knife was wedged into his left leg, "Murphy!"
"What the fuck are ye doin' 'ere Mia?!" Connor odered, blood smeared his face from a large gash that started at his right eyebrow and stopped at the middle of his forehead.
"You should be glad I'm here!" I retorted with a glare and I turned back to Murphy. My eyes softened, his chin was resting limply on his chest, "Murph, sweetie...? Hey... wake up..." I cupped his cheeks with my hands and tried to get him to come back to reality, "Murphy... come on... wake up." He let out a snort and Murphy slowly opened his eyes. A smile broke out on my face, "Now, look at me okay, keep your pretty green eyes trained on me." I cooed softly, and I ripped out the knife quickly. He swiftly pulled his face away from my hand and let out a sream of pure pain. I examined the knife and it seemed as though the flesh was starting to grow around it.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" He shrieked and leaned his head far back, his body arching as best it could while being strapped down to a chair.
"How did this happen?" I demanded as I went over to a bed that sat quietly in the cornor. Using the knife I tore the sheet into a type of bandage and I then turned back to Murphy. His head was down at an angle but he was watching me intently with his eyes.
"It's... a long story..." Connor answered lowering his gaze and I could tell he felt ashamed for snapping at me.
"Then tell me it when things have settled down and... you two are safe at home," I said softly as I crouched infront of Murphy and tried my best in wrapping his leg. It was hard with him being trapped to the chair. I could feel Murphy's gaze and he twitched. "Stop watching then!"
"The woman that is keepin' us captive, she 'as a key under the floor boards by that dresser over there." Connor informed. After finishing up with Murphy I went back over to the sheet and tore off another piece. I walked to Connor and dabbed lightly at the gash, if we didn't get these wounds more professionly cleaned, they could get horribly infected.
"Okay," I put on a soft and loving smile, "Let's get you two out of here."
AN: soo how was this chapter? i had a fun time writing this because i had it all planned out and everything... lol-Kat