Chapter 20 – Switchback
Moving out of the room, revealing the corridors full of people. Doctors, nurses, Patients and visitors. The ward was extremely crowded and full. The atmosphere felt so warm and sickening. Their faces filled with exhaustion, distraught from the trauma and wounds they all carried. Fi walked with Sam close next to her. She kept her eyes on Tanya, watching her with so much resentment and wariness. Her thoughts and eyes soon moved to the rooms she went pass; realising she was close to her own.. her clothes, she really wanted to get into something more fitting and less revealing. She suddenly halted and stopped in her tracks. Darcy poked her harder with his gun, clearing his throat and grunting.
"What do you think you're doing?"
A harsh tone, Darcy growled at her before pulling her. But she stood her ground. She stared into her room; narrowing the plastic bag containing her clothing. She looked up at Darcy, her face filled with so much hatred towards him; but she dropped the hatred for a moment. She gave him a sweet smile before sighing deeply.
"I need my clothes…"
She virtually growled at him; commanded she obtain her clothes. She wasn't taking another step forwards unless she had her clothes with her. She could see Tanya walking away with Michael; her heart started to hammer inside.. She hated that she was taking him away from her.. Darcy snarled softly at her before letting her go as Anton and Tanya continued onwards. They were unaware of their stop. He let her go; thinking for once he was in charge again ever since Anton and Tanya came into this little game of theirs. He smiled to himself, thinking of himself powerful, in charge. Fi wondered in quickly, grabbing her bag. She rustled through it and gathered her shirt, jeans and shoes. She was in a rush; scared she'd lose Michael, scared that they wouldn't catch up with him. Get caught.. Her mind was rushing like mad, impractical thoughts started to veil over her neutral thoughts. Swiftly placing her rough styled jeans on, she pulled on her base shirt without revealing anything as she ripped her hospital gown out from underneath her incoming shirt. Planting her shoes on, she moved next to Sam quickly with a large sigh…Darcy just stared at her for a moment. In a daze.
"… We're going to lose them….."
She screamed at him; stomping her foot down hard, the sound of her shoes snapped with the cold surface below them. She was desperate to catch up to Maddie and Michael. She could feel her wounds struggling to breathe, trying to heal.. But she ignored them.. She couldn't have Michael worrying over her, not now. Her mind sat on Michael the entire time he was out of her sight; it haunted her, she couldn't stand not being able to see him… her heart ached. Dodging, pushing and making their way through the busy corridor. Fi, Sam and Darcy finally made it outside with Michael, Maddie, Anton and Tanya. Catching up to them made Fi feel so much more relieved; Michael was in her view.. Not for long. The brightness of the sun attacked their eyes, beaming so brightly down on them. Cringing and shutting their eyes from the sudden exposure stinging their eyes. Before they could open them, darkness overtook the sudden light.. Tanya clobbered Michael over the head with her 9mm again, Darcy hit Sam and Fi the same. Anton hit Maddie at the back of her neck; causing
her to collapse with the rest of them. Their worlds were flipped upside down; trapped in darkness… their senses lost to them..
Murmurs and sounds started to hit Fi's ears, darkness still surrounding her. She wasn't sure if she was awake or asleep. Unsure whether or not her eyes where open or shut. She shook herself, she didn't know where she was, or even if she was alive. Lost. She couldn't find her own senses. She could faintly hear whispers, it wasn't long until she felt metal clamped around her wrists.. She moved her arm up slightly, trying to identify what was bound around her wrists. She then realised her eyes were shut.. Forcing them open; a sight she never saw coming hit her hard.. her heart pounded hard within her chest.. She breathed heavily; she felt as If she was frozen in shock. She looked down and saw just how close she was. Her legs touching…
She rattled the hand-cuffs, trying frantically to scream. Her throat dry and sore, she tried to cry out. Her hands shook pugnaciously.. She tried to move off the chair, but she soon noticed her ankles were bound to it. Her wrists bound with hand-cuffs attached to what was before her, she tried so hard to scream and shake off the shock and fear that screeched and rose inside her. Clinging hard onto what she was attached to. Moving and shifting her knees up, trying to escape the shackles. She could only keep her mind focus on what was before her…She blinked a few times, trying to sturdy her vision accurately, making sure that what she saw was really there…
Launching forwards, her hands at each side of his face, she clasped his face within her petite hands, so cold. His face was warm, but sore. Pulling it up, she rested her forehead against his. Tears came strolling down her cheeks, leaking from her closed eyes. Whispering, she could finally grasp a whisper to him, craving..
"Wake up…"
She gripped onto his face tightly, her fingers clinging onto him. Stroking his cheeks. She exhaled deeply before thinking hard about what was going on. His hands dangled from their position; upright with hers as he was cuffed with her. Theirs knees touched. He was sitting right before her. Touchable. Finally… He fingers tracing the cut on his bottom lip, she softly and carefully traced his lips.. Dry and chapped. Jolting at a sudden movement, wincing. Michael shook his body for a moment; waking up slowly but silently. His eyes opened, he could see all he wanted to see. Fi still had her forehead pressed against his. Swallowing the large lump within his throat, he steadied his breathing before licking his lips; therefore her thumbs as she pressed them lightly against his lips. As the moist feeling surrounded her fingers, Fi instantly looked up to see his blue eyes gazing back at her. Her heart skipped a beat in bliss..
"Are you ok, Fi?"
He whispered, softly asking her. He returned a soft leer as she smiled in disbelief and elation. She closed her eyes again, embracing the fact she could touch him, hear him and see him.. his smile made her beam. However, she started to wonder just how long she would be chained to him. She didn't care either way.. But her mind travelled and wondered where Sam and Maddie where. She nodded slowly before her eyes captured two others in the same state; she soon noticed it was in fact Sam and Maddie. Sam's head leant back; he was awake and unaware of Michael and Fi's presence. The place was so dark; there was not a single hint of light. Even Fi was amazed that she could see them. She was amazed at how she could see the silhouette of them, they were close.
Before Fi could let Sam and Maddie know of their whereabouts, a large beam of light is turned on above them. Glowing straight down in the middle of them. Their eyes stung as the sudden flicker melted their eyes, the abrupt light from complete and utter darkness. Michael kept his head low. Fi groaned and swayed her head around, trying to keep her eyes open so she could adjust her eyes quickly. She wanted to know what was going on… Sam groaned and looked around blind; he blinked his eyes frantically before he noticed it was Maddie he was cuffed to. Madeline growled furiously as the light snapped her out of consciousness.. She was wishing and hoping it was all a dream, but reality hit her hard as she looked upon her wrists, the metal wrapped around them…
"Awe, god!… what now!"
Madeline broke the silence, her voice loud. She flailed her arms about, taking Sam's arms and hands with her. Sam grunted at Madeline's sudden burst of movements. She growled fiercely as she looked around, she stopped moving about as she saw Michael and Fi beside them, no more than three feet away to their right. Her anger soon disappearing her, she began to wonder just what was in store for them.. It made her skin crawl scared of what damage was yet to come. She cleared her throat before turning back to Sam, who watched her carefully before turning to Michael and Fi..
"What do you think this is, Mike?"
He questioned, his voice so truncated and uncertain of his own words. He knew Michael didn't have a clue; only some sort of interrogation technique or in their words- torture. Sam didn't expect an answer from Michael either, he knew his mind was already or at least trying to think of ways to get out of it.. Sam wondered just what they wanted now; they already got the Intel they needed, right? Why keep up with the torture.. They were all sadistic. Prone to make them bleed and beg for mercy. Sam knew little of their type; they were so unpredictable and different. He'd never really met anyone so sadistic and bent on reprisal and retaliation like them. They were a breed of their own… a breed he didn't want to deal with anymore, he couldn't read them.. They were far too fickle, it scared him…
Before Michael; anyone for that matter could reply. Tanya came running in, her hands in the air swaying around, her voice high pitched and filled with excitement. Followed closely by Darcy and Anton who stopped and stood beside Madeline and Sam. Smiles sat on their faces, they were in charge. Ready to start breaking bones. Tanya crawled up behind Michael, her hands covered his eyes, she cheered frantically..
"Guess who!"
Giggling as she removed her hands from his eyes, peering out from above his right shoulder. She clouded Fi's vision and placed herself between them, sitting on his lap. Her legs enveloped around his waist, tightly. Her arms wrapped around his neck, she leaned in and gave him a tug. Gripping the back of his head, forcefully. She heaved his head back. Sitting up and clawing at his hair.
"Better yet, did you miss me?"
She screeched at him, her voice a little too high and joyful.
She smiled, pulling his head back further. She loved to play. Pressing her body against his, closer. Fi couldn't react; she couldn't do anything by sit and be pulled forwards by the maniac. Michael tried to keep his arms from flying backwards; he didn't want Fi to have her face in the maniac's back. Michael just stared at her, his face filled with no emotions other than aggression. She giggled at him before taking out her 9mm and pressing it lightly at his temple..
"Who are you again?"
Michael raised his eyebrows. She wanted to play, so he played with her… a way she'd detest. She licked his cheek in return of his response before jumping off his lap and skipping to Anton and Darcy. For once; she didn't seem too angry, for now. Fi snarled at her for a moment before turning her attention to Michael. He watched her closely before turning to Madeline and Sam. Before Madeline could ask, Michael gave her a soft look..
"I'm fine, Ma"
He answered her question; it was written all over her face. She gave him a soft smile. She knew he'd lie just to keep her calm, but she tried to believe him. No one knew if he really was OK, or just hiding it from them.. Sam watched him exclusively before turning to The Deadly Three beside him.
Anton nodded slowly to Darcy, who then dashed off instantly. Leaving just Anton and Tanya to do their bidding. Anton exhaled deeply before stepping forwards, he whipped out an AK-47 and kept it in guard, his smile showed he was pleased with his weapon choice…
"Ha-Ha, really? That's a child's Toy!"
Sam hooted, his eyes on the AK before him. He shook his head at the man's stupidity. This gun's mechanics where too simple, a five year old could use it. Giggling to himself before looking to Fi, who sat there not amused for once… this was weapons talk, but she didn't care anymore, not at the moment. Her heart pounded.. she was afraid for once.. she felt too helpless and defeated to start cracking jokes and laughing about the situation. She knew Sam was trying to lighten the mood, maybe soon she'd crawl out of her shadow, but now.. She just wanted to disappear from it all and keep her mind at a pace where she could think steadily at options to get out of this mess before it became chaos.
Turning back to face Anton, he was greeted by the crack of the butt hitting his temple. The swing was hard and aggressive. Grunting as his head snapped to his right, he cracked a small smile and sighed deeply..
"Yeah, that's… probably the best way to use such an inadequate gun"
He hid the pain and giggled at his response before taking a brief moment to adjust from the sudden surge of pain to his head. His eyes looked at Madeline, he then realised he was a complete idiot.. it upset her, greatly. It wasn't just Michael who she cared for.. of course not, she cared deeply for him as well, but he just shook it off.. His mind told him, she wouldn't care about him.. yet , he knew she would.. He just hoped she wouldn't, so save her from the pain. Therefore he just made it all worse.
Tanya focused on Fi, she craved for a reaction from her. So she skipped on over to Michael again. Twirling and twisting her body around and embracing him from behind. His eyes stayed on Fi. She let a smirk cross her lips before giving him a peck on the cheek. Her left hand crawling down his neck and to his chest. Wriggling her fingers under his shirt, she moved lower down. She moved herself lower down, her chin resting on his chest. She smiled deviously at Fi before her head is shot back, her feet loose balance and she falls flat on her buttocks. Fi had upper cupped her hard in the chin. The sudden force caught her off-guard, therefore falling hard with the sudden impact. She growled furiously as she stumbled at got back into her own feet; she snarled and started towards Fi…
"Nice one, Fi!"
Sam shouted, he laughed hysterically at the speed and distance the maniac had tumbled to. Michael turned to Sam and gave him a indulgent smile before turning to see Tanya stick the 9mm at his temple again. Sighing deeply he grunted.
"That's my girl…"
Fi grinned at him with a slight red blush upon her cheeks, so pleased with herself. Finally she had retaliated with the freak. She had enough.. Her hands all over him, No… not anymore. She desired to do so much more to her, things she'd never thought she'd ever dream of doing to someone until now. It involved a lot of bullets… Tanya spat at her before forcing the butt of the 9mm into Michael's temple, hitting the edge of his right eyebrow. Leaving a bruised cut surging of blood..
"Do that again, and I'll make sure he doesn't wake up next time"
She furiously growled at Fiona before sticking the gun at her, cocking it. She smiled with pleasure as she pressed it against Fi's cheek. Her smile filled with so much angst and deviation. She had plans for her, as well as Michael. Though; she made sure she had plenty of time to play with them before the big finale. Michael swung his head back from the side and grunted, wincing at the ticking blood crawling down his eye and cheek. He watched her carefully; she moved off Fi and elbowed her in the cheek… Fi's head cracked In the opposite direction, the surge of pain attacked her.. She cried out in agony as the bone came in contact with her cheek, leaving a slight cut. She swung her head to face Tanya and spat at her… There wasn't much she could do, she was chained and restricted to do much at all… If only the bitch could come closer, but sadly she had learnt from her previous mistake and stayed free of Fi's hands and reach.
Fi breathed heavily before Anton shouted out..
"Tanya, I want them awake and alive… get over here, Now"
Anton commanded raising his voice, belligerently before looking back every now and then, awaiting Darcy's return or his whereabouts. He was fed up with Tanya's desperation to cause trouble and angst with Michael and Fi. She was a little too sadistic for him; but it worked and he didn't want to change that. She was capable of keeping herself under control, she kept her true emotions hidden, unlike Darcy. He worked from his emotions. Anton loved the fact she was crazy enough to create a havoc but He hated that she strived to hurt Michael and Fi emotionally, she didn't stay focused on the job at hand. They were there for a reason; yet it was un noticeable at all to Michael, Fi, Sam and Madeline.
Anton soon smiled as he saw Darcy at the entrance, he nodded softly before clapping his hands hard, the loud clap echoed through the dark and cold room. His face beamed with delight..
"I have a surprise for you all!"
He excitedly announced, his eyes pinned on Michael. The man he needed and wanted more information from. He was going to get it one way or another… He did everything he could think of, His smile was full of anticipation and accomplishment. He stepped back briefly and watched them all. This was his show…
Darcy came into view, standing under the light. He beamed with delight. His eyes never leaving Michael's gaze. He could see the utter shock and fright surface his face.. It made him shiver of satisfaction. He craved to have Michael scream and cry in agony, anyway he could, mentally or physically.. He stepped back and embraced his entrance, stepping further into the light.. he needed them to see. The silence was thickening. The warm room became emotionless. Smiling ever so broadly, he licked his lips and glared at Michael.. This was to intimidate him, destroy him. It was only the beginning..
Michael's eyes widened, the large lump in his throat stuck… he was frozen, he felt so helpless, so useless and defeated…. Tears threatened him, he couldn't grasp his mind around it all… he was lost. His throat dry, he was only able to wheeze…
"Nate…."
Author's Note:
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