Story Notes: This is part I like to call 'Stuff gets wild'. I enjoyed this section. I'm still attempting to vary the way I write my fight scenes. I also added a point in this chapter to add extra suspense. I hope this is a good story. I'm so glad to share a new story so quickly after finishing my last one. Quick note, I'm only referring to Tintin as Augustin when I'm writing from Antonin's perspective. I hope this isn't confusing.

Chapter Summary: As Antonin and Haddock arrive at the scene they take a risk. Will it pay off?

Suggested Music

1. The Purge (Instrumental) - Within Temptation (I used this for the fight sequence)

2. Amity - Hans Zimmer

3. With No Mercy - Secession Studio's

Chapter 5

Tintin stumbled over the unused track, coming close to tripping onto the rocky ground. Rastapopoulos wrapped his hand around the rope tighter. He desperately tried to slow down, trying to stop him from gaining too much ground. Before long the sounds of the gunshots faded.

I have to do something, Now!

"Give in!" Tintin exclaimed, finally regaining both his voice and confidence.

Rastapopoulos tugged sharply on the bindings and turned to face him. Tintin couldn't ignore his devious gaze.

"They'll never take me alive," Rastapopoulos hissed. "Furthermore, they'll never find you alive either,"

A rapid punch slammed into Tintin's face forcing him onto the uneven ground. The sharp rocks clawed into his face as Rastapopoulos turned to glance down the hill. As he attempted to wrestle onto his feet, a boot came across his hip, holding him in place.

Unable to move under Rastapopoulos' grip, he gazed up to see him smiling with glee.

"Well, there's a familiar face,"

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Antonin brought the car to a skidding stop just metres away from the police cars. Antonin flung himself from the car, followed closely by Haddock and dashed to the policeman giving orders. As guards placed the two handcuffed men into cars, Antonin called out to the policeman in Italian.

"Where is Rastapopoulos?"

"Disappeared over the Hill. He has a hostage, said he would kill him if we got too close. We're waiting for backup,"

That'll take too damn long.

Antonin didn't hesitate.

Passing his gun to Haddock, he swiftly leaned down and removed his backup firearm from his ankle holster.

"I'm not waiting that long. He could be miles away then!"

"Let's go!" Haddock agreed.

They both darted from their positions, dodging the cars and sprinted straight up the rocky bank. The police shouted for them to stop, but they quickly faded.

I will not let that man use my son as leverage! Antonin raged, using it to propel him up the bank. They crouched down, using the rocks to their advantage.

Antonin scanned the immediate area.

The air had grown deathly quiet.

He couldn't hear anything, not even the wind. Only his rapid breathing filled the air.

Where is he?

As Haddock rose from his position, a hail of bullets sent them plummeting to the ground.

Haddock yelped in pain as he leaned against a rock.

"Haddock!"

Blood quickly spread from his dominant shoulder, dripping down his chest. Antonin immediately applied pressure, pressing as hard as he could to prevent more blood from escaping. Haddock winced, gritting his teeth but if he couldn't press hard enough, he wouldn't be able to stop the bleeding.

"Thundering Typhoons! Go!" Haddock grimaced.

"I'm not leaving you! You're injured!" Antonin exclaimed, terrified that Haddock might bleed to death if he left him.

"I'll be fine," Haddock replied, placing his spare hand on Antonin's shoulder.

"Get Tintin safe, get him back. Go,"

As Antonin cautiously continued up the hill, his eye's carefully scanned each crevasse. He briefly cast his glance behind him, noticing Haddock slowly making his way down the hill. Slowly exhaling he focused his mind, unwilling to let any other obstacle come between him and his son. His veins throbbed in time with his pounding heart, threatening to overwhelm him in his silent surroundings. He couldn't afford any more mistakes.

Antonin followed the path around. He ducked behind another set of rocks as his eye caught a glimpse of another person. Breathing deeply, he peered over to find Augustin lying across the ground with his back to him.

Augustin!

Antonin risked it.

Abandoning his position, he rushed over to Augustin, rolling him onto his back, and placed his gun to the ground.

"Tintin? Tintin! Augustin?"

Augustin's eye's pressed together and opened as he removed the gag.

"It's a trap! RUN!"

Before Antonin could move, a pair of hands gripped onto his shoulders and pulled him violently backwards. As he turned towards his attacker, he finally came face to face with him; Rastapopoulos.

"It's a small world, Agent Antonin La Roux," Rastapopoulos gloated.

"You're supposed to be dead," Antonin growled, keeping his eye's squarely on his son, as he battled with the bindings around his wrists.

Rastapopoulos smirked then chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation.

"Today is my lucky day, two for the price of one! I was going to start with him, but I think I'll start with you!"

Rastapopoulos hurtled towards him like a bull, swinging his fist high. Antonin swiftly blocked his attempt and looked to his son, who was still bound and struggling to his feet.

"TINTIN RUN!"

Antonin utilised the opportunity, as Rastapopoulos' attention briefly returned to Tintin, managing to thump him in the nose. Unfortunately, he learnt from his mistake. A brutal combination of jabs caught him by surprise.

As Rastapopoulos reached for a firearm, a swift kick sent the gun flying across the ground, landing 3 metres away. Antonin paid for his action. Before he could regain his balance, Rastapopoulos elbowed him in the face.

Antonin fell backwards, unable to counteract the blow, cracking his head off an outcrop in the process. He quickly rolled over onto his stomach and tried to stand up, grimacing as he brought his hand to his bleeding head. An abrupt force pushed his head forcefully into a rock, grinding his skin into the sharp uneven surface. Taking the opportunity to gauge his surroundings, he realised Augustin had disappeared. As Rastapopoulos' grip slackened slightly, he rapidly turned, thrusting his fist into his nose.

Rastapopoulos' staggered momentarily, but as Antonin prepared for another offence, a sudden smack floored him.

Augustin's gone.

That's all that matters. He needs to be safe.

As Antonin rolled onto his stomach to get up, he quickly became aware of the blood pouring down his nose. His heart pulsed through his chest as he watched Rastapopoulos pick up the gun.

Get up.

GET UP!

As he attempted to stand, Rastapopoulos' boot swung into his stomach. Every ounce of air that he had taken the time to breathe in and use disappeared in seconds. He just barely managed to remain in his position. As a second kick smacked his chest, a subsequent crack followed.

Antonin held in the scream in his heaving lungs. He didn't want to give Rastapopoulos the satisfaction of witnessing his pain. Antonin collapsed onto the ground in a heap. Sweat dripped off his forehead, landing on the ground as he tried to retrieve his lost energy. As his adversary strode to him, he couldn't move.

"So weak," Rastapopoulos smirked.

As he marched away, Antonin grit his teeth, managing to pull himself onto his knees. He fell forward but broke his fall with his hands, managing to hold himself up.

Come on! Stand up!

A sudden yell filled the air.

No ... Augustin!

Crawling over to where he'd dropped his gun, he slowly pulled himself to his feet.

His flaming body stepped forward with only one goal; To protect his son.

Inhaling a long breath, he exhaled through his mouth, holding back the pain in his chest, and advanced.

No one would be able to stop him.

No one.

No one hurts my son.

Wow, I didn't expect to write this much for this chapter. On my first draft, it was quite short, so I'm glad I added more.