"Wake up, rise and shine Danielle."
For a few seconds, Danielle felt nothing but complete disorientation. Where the hell was she? She felt so groggy, tired and confused.
"Time to wake up," taunted a voice right beside her left ear. That was when it all came flooding back. Adam! He had her! Where the fuck was she? She started to remember. Joanne being knocked out or maybe killed… no! She wouldn't let herself go there, she wouldn't! Joanne was a fighter, she was fine! Just unconscious, she thought desperately. Please dear God please just unconscious… Now, she clung to the hope that her app was working and the monitors had turned on audio. Then it hit her with a jolt, as if she'd been electrocuted. Michael could monitor and hear everything! Please, Danielle begged inwardly. Please Michael, please…
"Well hello Darling," Adam's voice said. "Waking up now are we? Nice sleep eh? Welcome home. I told you I'd get my property back and that you are mine, tut, tut. You ignored my warnings. Aww," he mocked. "How's Charlotte? Not dead yet then? Well it's only a matter of time."
"Adam," Danielle croaked, determined on one thing. No fucking way in hell was she calling him Sir! Michael had helped her with this and she was not falling back the way Adam wanted her to. As she'd said to Joanne, she wasn't the Danielle who'd walked through Smith's Grove's doors the first time. Not anymore. This time, she would fight back.
…
The shape heard everything. Adam's taunting voice, Danielle's defiance and despite the murderous rage coursing through him, he felt a twinge of pride. Danielle Hayward was fighting the little prick back. Within seconds, Dr Loomis approached his cell, speaking softly, but fast.
"Michael, please listen to me. The police are on the case right now, I'll help in any way I can. But please…" The Shape noticed his doctor was standing a long way away from him, doubtless sensing his need for the kill. He simply looked back at him. He knew Dr Loomis knew that if he got his chance, he was getting to Haddonfield one way or the other, to commit the very kill he was longing for.
Rick and Jack ran over, both looking very worried. "Please tell us it's not true?" Rick almost begged. "The DASC just called us on our radios. Dawson hasn't got Danielle after knocking out Joanne, has… has he?"
"I'm afraid so," Dr Loomis said grimly. "I've spoken to Dr Stark within the last 5 minutes and they've arrested a woman who posed as a fake nurse to get to Joanne and Danielle. A guard with them Jason managed to shoot her, but was unable to shoot Adam. The bastard had another guy with him who distracted Jason while Adam made a run for it with… with Danielle."
"FUCK!" Jack shouted. "FUCK, FUCK NO!"
"We can't just stand here," Rick said desperately. Dr Loomis could see his guard was trying not to panic. "We have to do something!"
"Like what, Rick?" Dr Loomis asked compassionately. "We're hours away. What exactly are you suggesting?"
Rick looked at his boss as if he were stupid. "DUH! THAT WE GET ON THAT FUCKING PLANE AND FUCKING GO! WE CAN'T JUST LEAVE THEM! DANIELLE OR JOANNE! IT'S… IT'S NOT RIGHT! WE HAVE TO GET DOWN THERE, LIKE NOW, LOOMIS!"
It was the first time the guard had ever called him that, but Dr Loomis knew his panic was genuine. Stepping forward, he put an arm around both Rick and Jack's shoulders, while looking straight at Michael. "Gents," he murmured to the 3 of them. "What can we exactly do? We have no idea where Adam has even taken Danielle. By the time we get there, she may have been found and rescued. As for Joanne she's now safe in hospital, being well looked after. She was injected with Chloroform to knock her unconscious. What will we being there do? How can we possibly help them more than the police are right now?"
"SO YOU'RE PREPARED TO JUST FUCKING STAND THERE?" It was Jack's turn to shout. "LET DANIELLE GET RAPED, KILLED? WHAT THE FUCK DOC? WE CAN'T DO THAT! WE'VE BEEN HER GUARDS FOR FUCKING MONTHS! NOT JUST THAT, BUT HER FUCKING BOYFRIEND'S STANDING RIGHT THERE! WHAT ABOUT Joanne TOO? WE HAVE TO help them! YOU SERIOUSLY EXPECT RICK AND Michael TO JUST STAND HERE WHEN THEIR PARTNERS ARE IN DANGER? YOU'RE DELLUDED!"
Before Dr Loomis could say another word, Rick had pulled out his keys and opened Myers's cell. He was shaking with anger.
"RICK!" Dr Loomis warned, but the guard ignored him. The shape stepped out and Rick didn't even consider chains. "Come on Myers," Rick's voice too shook with anger and emotion. "I'm right behind you! Let's go kill his ass!"
Jack followed at a run after him, leaving William and Dave in charge of winters. After a second's hesitation, Dr Loomis did likewise. As they ran through the small kitchen of the block to take the shortcut out, Rick briefly stopped and Jack wasn't sure if the temperature itself had dropped, or just his body one as he saw what his colleague did. Breathing fast with anger, Rick slowly slid open a kitchen drawer, slipping a huge and lethal kitchen knife in to Michael's hand. But it was the second object which really made Jack shiver. He glanced at Dr Loomis who was also looking pale. Because Rick Evans had just handed Michael Myers who was now wearing his infamous, deathly pale, white mask.
…
"I can't fuck her like this," Ashley said, he and the rest of the group having joined Adam where he was holding Danielle prisoner in one of the gang's houses, where hopefully, the Pigs wouldn't think to look. Idiots. Ashley climbed atop Danielle, putting on a condom. "I can't get hard for this bitch, look at her! Fucking scarred to hell and not in the slightest attractive. Go get me some porn will you? I need help getting the man hard!"
Danielle had no chance of struggling, because she was like many times before, now chained and handcuffed. "Shame," Ashley said to Adam. "I normally like it when they put up a fight, but hey she's your bitch. But I get the first fuck because I'm the leader of this gang."
"Of course Sir," Adam said. "She's all yours."
As the loud sexual moans of women began from someone's phone as well as the gorgeous picture of a stunning naked woman, Ashley grabbed the phone and within seconds was erect. Still with his eyes fixed on it, he thrust his cock in to Danielle as hard as he could and began to fuck her.
…
Rick grabbed the keys to one of Smith's Grove's cars and he, Jack, Michael and Dr Loomis ran towards it. At the sight of Myers with a kitchen knife and wearing his mask, Jack had instinctively shrunk back. "Fuck," he breathed, sounding terrified. "He's so fucking dangerous…"
"We're cool, Jack," Rick said, but Jack was sure he heard his colleagues voice also shaking slightly. "Remember? He promised."
"Yeah," Jack moved even further from Myers. "When he saved your life that day. But Jesus! I…"
Dr Loomis placed a hand on Jack's shoulder. "It's ok," he murmured. "I honestly think the 3 of us are safe."
"You carry on doing so," Jack looked over his shoulder, casting a terrified look at Myers. "I'll believe it when we get back alive!"
Rick was glad Dr Loomis hadn't tried to stop him or Michael. Danielle and Joanne were both hurt because of Dawson and God knew how much danger Danielle was now in. Michael had activated the audio on his phone the moment Danielle had hit "panic," and they didn't in the slightest like what they saw and heard.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Jack shouted, sounding close to tears as he, Dr Loomis and Michael saw Danielle chained and handcuffed, a man atop her putting on a condom. "I can't fuck her like this. I can't get hard for this bitch! Look at her! Scarred to hell and not in the slightest attractive! Go get me some porn will you? I need help getting the man hard!"
"NO! FUCK NO! PLEASE…" Jack glanced at Dr Loomis and were his eyes playing tricks, or did the doctor now look just as angry? He then looked at Michael and could almost feel his murderous rage. Rick didn't wait for anyone's permission. He just started the car, activated the lights and siren and sped towards Smith's Grove's gates. The guards wouldn't stop them in an SG car with lights and sirens on as it was clearly an emergency.
Hold on Danielle, Joanne, Jack thought desperately. We, Rick and Michael are on our way. Just please, please hold on?
…
They screamed through the day, Dr Loomis pulling out his phone and calling James, the pilot. "It's an emergency," he said over the whale of the siren. "We need you, now. Please. You'll get paid whatever you want and we'll give you as much leave as you ask for."
James must've heard the siren and known his boss wasn't kidding, because he said "ok, I'll be at the airport in 5."
Dr Loomis felt a terrible stab of guilt knowing James was very probably with his wife and children right now, but this had to be done. With a heavy heart, he then phoned Oliver Cutter, telling him what'd happened.
"Shit," the CEO cursed. "Dawson's got Danielle?"
"Yes," Dr Loomis said heavily. "Michael's with us. It's Rick, Jack and I. I'll take whatever consequences come my way Sir, as will Rick. He said as much. He let Michael out of his cell, gave him a knife and his mask."
"Consequences be damned," Cutter said immediately. "I know enough about Dawson to know he deserves this. Hope Michael kills him slowly, painfully and inventively. Dawson's put that pour girl through hell."
Dr Loomis stared at his phone in astonishment, then with a wave of gratitude. "Thank you, Sir."
"Can I do anything for you?"
"I've called James off leave; can you please make sure he gets a big cheque for this and also time off on us not from his time card?"
"Done," the CEO said and hung up.
…
"Joanne? Joanne? Can you hear me?" The voice seemed to be coming down a very long tunnel. Joanne blinked, trying desperately to open her eyes. She felt like shit. So tired and groggy. What the fuck had happened? Last thing she remembered… where had she been?
"Sweetheart, can you hear me?" The voice was female and soft. Then Joanne felt a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, Joanne. Welcome back."
The first thing Joanne noticed was she was no longer wearing her stab vest and protective equipment. Where was she? Joanne blinked at the nurse. "What… where am I?"
"You're still in the hospital," the nurse said. "You were knocked unconscious with chloroform 3 hours ago."
"What?" Joanne stared at her. Then, slowly, horrifyingly, it started coming back. She'd been guarding Danielle in the hospital with Jason. Dr Fuller, the injection… she let out a soft scream and tried to stand, but a doctor a real one this time, soothingly held her down.
"Just lie still Joanne," he murmured. "Your body's taken one hell of a shock and there's still chloroform in your blood. You'll be alright, just lay still."
"Danielle," Joanne gasped. "Please, is she alright? Where is she? What happened?"
The doctor and nurse looked at each other, neither wanting to be the one to break the news. "Well?" Joanne demanded, despite orders sitting up against her pillows. "Danielle! Where the fuck is she? Is she ok?"
"Joanne," said another quiet voice as a police officer stepped to her bedside. "I'm DC Wickard. Remember? You met me at Charlotte's room." Joanne felt cold, numbing terror grip her heart. DC Wickard's words reminded her she was now floors or maybe only corridors away from a critically ill Charlotte. "No," she begged the DC. "No, please?"
DC Wickard sat by her bedside and touched her arm. "You were knocked out by the fake nurse you met who we now have in custody. The doctor wasn't a doctor at all, it was Adam Dawson. He now has Danielle prisoner but believe me, we're doing absolutely everything we can to find her as fast as possible. Danielle hit her panic button just before she was knocked out herself, so the security companies can see and hear everything, which they are passing back to us. One of the officers also has the same facility."
Joanne stared at DC Wickard in horror. "No," she said faintly, feeling tears rushing to her eyes. She'd failed Danielle, failed to protect her. She'd never forgive herself. She remembered her assurances to Danielle. "I won't let anything happen to you; I swear. Plus, I don't fancy my chances at all if your man doesn't like my explanation." Well, Joanne turner thought as she buried her head in her pillow. She deserved Michael to kill her for this. She should've been more prepared, more alert, asked more questions, moved faster. Now Danielle was in danger and it was all her fault. What kind of guard was she? She was surprised to feel DC Wickard's arm around her, as she finally started to cry. "Danielle, Michael, I'm so, so sorry…"
…
10 minutes later, Rick, Jack, Michael and Dr Loomis were boarding the aircraft once more. This time however, Michael wasn't chained. As Jack had said, "I wouldn't dare even try."
After brief flight and fuel checks, they were taxiing across the runway and shooting in to the sky. Jack and Rick were both deathly pale. Dr Loomis was sitting next to his patient. There'd been one hell of a terrifying moment in the car when they'd seen an unknown man raping Danielle. Michael's knife hand had twitched as he clenched his fist and Dr Loomis was sure Michael was about to stab him.
"Michael," he'd murmured. "It's me, Dr Loomis. I'm not behind this, neither are Rick and Jack." Doctor and killer's eyes locked, before Michael had very slowly lowered his knife. Dr Loomis lent against the window, adrenaline from terror rushing through him.
Now as the plane flew fast towards Haddonfield, where another Smith's Grove car would be waiting at its airport driven by another guard, they watched as Danielle was further sexually assaulted, tormented and humiliated. Dr Loomis had explained to James that they couldn't turn this phone off and why. The pilot had simply nodded, as Dr Loomis connected the phone to the plane's WIFI to keep the feed alive. But just before they took off, Rick had tried Joanne's phone. Voicemail. He cursed out loud. "Fuck!"
"She'll be back to us," Dr Loomis tried to assure him. "I promise. She's just unconscious right now."
"Just?" Rick rounded on his boss. "What the fuck do you mean just? She wouldn't be at all if not for that fucking prick Adam Dawson! Don't give me fucking just!"
An hour later, they reached Haddonfield and leapt out of the aircraft, running towards the waiting car. But to their surprise, another man was standing beside it. One they didn't immediately recognise. Then Rick gasped. The man's name, was Chris Leach.
…
Chris Leach waited as the group approached him, immediately seeing Michael Myers in his mask and holding a huge kitchen knife. He felt himself shiver. Fucking hell! He had to be very, very careful. But he'd promised Sharon he'd put this right and this was how he'd do it. Adam Dawson deserved everything he got. Adam had gone too far. Ashely had phoned him, gloating they had Danielle prisoner. Leach just knew Michael Myers would get here somehow, so had driven straight to the airport from his house to wait. He took a breath.
"Dr Loomis? My name is Chris Leach."
"I know," the doctor said, looking at him suspiciously.
Leach could also feel Michael's cold gaze upon him. Oh shit, fuck! It might be me dying tonight as well as Adam! "I'm here to help you," Leach said, speaking quietly but quickly. "Adam's gone one step too far even for me. I never liked tricking a blind woman, none of us did."
"Yet you still did it," Dr Loomis looked at Leach contemptuously. "You programmed the iPod did you not Mr. Leach? You allowed Mr. Chancer to spy on Danielle, reporting her movements and words to Adam, allowing him to bribe a guard to get Danielle's number to him. That guard is now… no longer with us. You want to follow him? Why the hell should we believe you're here to help us?"
"Please," Chris Leach begged Dr Loomis. "I… I know it sounds crazy but I need you to trust me! I can take you to exactly where Adam has Danielle."
"Bullshit," Jack snarled. "You don't help anyone Leach! You're a fucking well known crime Lord! Why in God's name should we…"
"Please?" Leach interrupted, sounding almost desperate. "Please, we're running out of time! You have to let me do this! Yes I'll hold my hands up ok?" As he spoke he raised them. "Fine! I admit it! At first I didn't care Danielle was blind, it was money! But as time went on and Adam became more and more determined to get to her, I knew enough was enough. I terminated his contract then!"
"Yeah," Jack could hardly disguise his hatred. "Because you found out Danielle is with Michael, yes? You terminated it Mr. Leach to save your own fucking ass! We know you knew about Danielle and Michael; we were there when Mr. Chancer texted you on that fucking iPod of yours! You're not fooling us Leach!"
"While I agree with my guards," Dr Loomis said quietly, looking at Leach with utmost dislike. "I will give you the benefit of the doubt. You will sit in the middle row, Jack, guard him. Rick, I want you up front with the driver to pass on any directions this rat gives us. I will be behind with Michael. I should warn you Mr. Leach, Michael will be right behind you. Any hint of a lie or trick, we won't stop him killing you in any way he pleases. You got that?"
"Completely," Leach looked in to Myers's cold eyes through the holes in his mask and shivered.
"Right," Dr Loomis said briskly. "Let's get moving! As you yourself said Mr. Leach, we're running out of time. God have mercy on your sad excuse for a soul if you're lying to us!"
Dr Loomis had never been more thankful the Smith's Grove cars were all 7 seaters. As they took their places as he'd directed and Leach began to direct the driver towards their destination, Dr Loomis just hoped they were indeed fast enough.