Title: Deception 4/?
Author: Murdock's Crazylady
Rated: PG-15 and NC-17
Summary: Alex is kidnaped by Murdock's kidnapers, beaten, drugged, and other things
Warning: Beating with a stick, drugging a child, Child molestation
Disclaimer: I don't own the team. Not that I wouldn't mind having Dwight for a big brother though
Copyright: 2000 Murdock's CrazyLady (MCL)
Author's notes : Expect a lot more from this, especially a twist, this is my first FanFic, so please don't be too hard on me!
Deception
Part 4
Face walked ahead of Hannibal and B.A. once they'd gotten to the spot where B.A.'d hidden the van. He pulled the sliding door open and found the van empty, and he threw his gun down. "Alex!" He yelled, about to yank his hair out. "Colonel! Alex is gone!" Face yelled and his comrades cam back to the van jogging. Hannibal peered into the van and saw nothing but Face's discarded gun. Hannibal pulled his head out of the van and walked a few steps away from the van. "Alex!" He yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth, hoping she'd just tried to act as a look out. When she didn't come to him or reply, he knew she was gone. B.A. put his gun, Face's gun and Hannibal's rifle into the back of the van in the compartment and locked it up. "Alex went to find Murdock Hannibal. I just know it." B.A. said as he came around the van. He put his hand on the driver door and saw Hannibal smile. "Uh-oh, he's on the jazz." B.A. said shaking his head. Face smiled too, he knew that at least when Hannibal was on the jazz, it meant that a plan would very soon follow.
"Gotta find a phone....Gotta find a phone..." Murdock kept telling himself as he ran deer-swift to the edge of the woods. He knew he had to find a phone. He got to the highway and looked, frantically, both ways. His neck nearly snapped when hr turned his head too fast to the right. He felt like he'd eaten ice-cream too fast as the pain shot into the back of his head. He tried to ignore the pain as he sprinted for the small gas station down the road. Murdock silently thanked gods and goddesses for big favors when his big brown eyes spotted the pay phone. He ran down the little hill, past a blue van and nearly went through the glass door as he threw himself at the pay phone's direction. He opened the door, went in, and closed the door. He put a quarter into the slot, waited for dial tone, got dial tone, and dialed the mobile phone. It rang, and then the operator came on and told him it was out of order. One of Decker's rounds had taken the arial out and Hannibal had just told B.A. he'd have to fix it when Murdock had tried to call, and got the operator.
Murdock's heart nearly stopped when he saw the orange Ford truck drive by on the highway seconds after hearing the words, out- of- order from a voice on the phone. He put the reciever back on the hook and didn't notice when the truck drove on. He only knew he had to get out of there, he couldn't get caught by them again. He snuck away from the phone and climbed into the back of the blue van he'd passed on his way to the phone...Murdock knew Hannibal would find him, and he knew he's have to stayed tuned into the local AM station...
Alex was a half-mile from the spot on the highway where minutes before, Murdock had been. Alex had her hood's sleeves pulled up to her elbows, and she was very angry. She refused to rest until now, and she was in a very fowl mood with Face now, for not letting her help. "They gonna pay!...They gonna pay!" Alex said to herself outloud as she plopped down on the ground. Seconds later, as Alex continued to fight the kidnapers in her mind, a beat up orange Ford truck pulled over on the road. "Hey kid, didja see a gut, about 6'2, wearin a leather jacket go by here? The jacket had a tiger on it, I think." The oldest of the old man's boys asked. A gun went off inside Alex's head. They were the kidnapers! And, if they were asking her about him, then that meant he'd escaped! Without thinking, Alex's eyes grew wide in surprise.
"Murdock!" Alex said, and the boy who'd asked her turned and looked at her again. They knew this kid knew their bait, and Alex knew they were going to try and get her too. Alex stood up. They also knew by the look on Alex's face that she wasn't going without a fight. Alex reached around and pulled Murdock's dark-blue baseball hat from her back pocket. She carefully unfolded it and put it on backwards. The men saw and laughed. They got out of the truck laughing, they thought this kid was a joke. "C'mon kid, time to go." one said as they came closer. "No way, fool!" Alex yelled going into ready. Her combat boot clad feet slid apart. Her fists went up. Her face was tight with focus and anger. Again they laughed. "Oh, I think she needs to be taught an old fashioned lesson." The oldest son said, breaking a thin branch off of one of the trees. He swung it to be sure it was strong, and it made a whip-like swiping sound as it sliced through the air. He laughed and got closer to Alex waving the stick at her.
The youngest son came at Alex and tried to grab her. Alex was ready. She pulled back, jumped, and got him with a spin-kick. "Ha!" Alex yelled as her foot connected with his face. Alex then landed on her feet. Then the oldest son, the one with the stick, came at her and Alex went into overdrive. Alex jumped, her legs bent tightly drawn to her chest, three flips in mid-air and BOOM! Backwards he went. He looked at the smirking child in front of him as he looked shocked and very angry. He got up, hoping to catch Alex off guard, but Alex was ready. "Yeah!" Alex yelled again as she used all of her weight behind a side kick to his ribs. He fell down groaning and moaning in pain, and stayed down. Alex smirked and remained ready. She knew he wouldn't be down long. She hadn't hit him hard enough. Then, the youngest got back up from his spin-kick to the face and grabbed Alex from behind.
The old man stuck Alex with a needle in the back of her neck as she fought to get free. Alex whined a little and everything blurred, and then she was out. She collapsed and the guy holding her up let her fall to the ground onto her belly. The old man smiled as his oldest son got up rubbing his sore ribs. He looked around for his stick and saw it laying on the ground nearby. He went over and picked it up. Then he went over to Alex's life-less body and said, "Who's smirkin now?" He brought the thin branch down over 15 times across Alex's back and behind. Then after he had his fun that way, he had it the other way, not caring if he hurt Alex or not, just so she never forgot him. Alex was knocked out from the drug, and didn't feel him molesting her, but she would feel it later. The oldest boy's brothers watched him doing this to her, and didn't even care. They let him do it. After he was done with Alex, his brother picked her up like a sack of potatoes. He smiled when he saw that the blood from her beating was seeping through both her red hood and the back of her jeans. Under the arm holding her, Alex hung limp, with her arms and legs dangling. The man holding Alex put her into the back of the truck and then he went and got into the passenger side. The oldest son who'd beaten her and molested her stayed with her in the back of the truck, tying her up VERY tightly. Alex wouldn't wake up for 2 hours.
The lady drove her van on the way home. She was sure she'd heard a voice and the German Shepard in the back whining. After hearing it again, she pulled over to the side of the country road and got out. She swallowed and pulled the back door open. When she looked into the back, she saw a man lying on the floor of her van holding her dog, Homer, in a hug. The dog looked up at her and wagged his tail. Homer licked the man's face, a signal that he meant them no harm. Murdock looked up at her and said, "I, I guess you're wonderin why I'm in your van." He said as he held his hands up. She nodded and he climbed out. He went to the front driver's side and began messing with the radio. She followed and taped him on the shoulder. Murdock turned his head and smiled at her. "Can you tell me why you were in my van? Just who are you?" She asked. Murdock looked her over. She was no more than 5'2, maybe a hundred and five pounds, with brown hair just to her jaw, and kind brown eyes. She realized he was checking her out and blushed. "Well? Who are you? Can't you at least tell me that at least?" She asked.
"These men, they're after me. They want to use me to get to some very good friends of mine." Murdock answered, turning back to the radio. She tapped him on his shoulder harder this time. She realized he didn't have a very long attention span. "Do you have a local AM station?" Murdock asked, with his head still inside the van. The girl laughed. "What?" She asked. She couldn't believe it, he'd just escaped from kidnapers, and all he was concerned about was some radio station. "I need the local." Murdock said again. "Would you at least tell me who you are?" She asked. "My name is HM Murdock, and I have to hear the local AM!" Murdock answered, not getting angry, but afraid. She finally tuned it in for him. He thanked her and she told him to get in. He went around to the back of the van and was going to open the door when she stopped him.
"Uh, Murdock? You can sit up here." She said, hoping she'd gotten his name right. He nodded okay and after a friendly pat to Homer's head, he closed the door and came around and climbed into the passenger door. He put his seatbelt on and she drove off, and they were both quiet. Murdock had so much on his mind, and he tried to keep it on the radio. Nothing yet. But he knew the guys would help him, they never failed to rescue anyone, and he knew Hannibal would rescue him too.
Hannibal, Face and B.A. meanwhile where at the local AM station. Face poured knock out powder into the DJ's coffee, and counted backwards from 4 to 0, and the DJ was out. B.A. helped Hannibal drag him chair and all into the corner whilst Face took over the broadcast.
"This is the Faceman sittin in for the cowboy, yesiree, the facial phantom of the airwaves. And uh, I'll be playin all those tunes ya love ta hear, speakin of love, I'd love to hear from a very special friend of mine, one Howlin' Mad, little lost sheep. If you're out there, Howlin Maaaaddd, give us a call that number be 555- 3792, and in the mean time all you listeners, why don't you wrap your ears around these vibrations." Face announced. He kept announcing it, between every song, knowing Murdock was bound to hear it sooner or later.
"Murdock, your friends are gonna be okay, and they will find you." Kelly said as Murdock stared out the window and listened to the radion perched on his shoulder. "Oh I know. I can see the Colonel now, formulating a plan, Faceman movin an groovin, and B.A. just worried sick about me. I can see that ungly mudsucker standin off in a corner of a room somewhere, just comatose with grief worried about my health and welfare benefits." Murdock replied, not taking his eyes off of the window. Kelly was quiet, She hadn't known Murdock that long, but she knew by that answer that he was scared. She also knew that Murdock had a deep trust inside of him for his friends.
"This is the Faceman comin to you from K-W-R-E, Kwre! Yessiree folks, the facial phantom waitin to hear from the Holwin Mad, little sheep, if you're out there Howlin Mad, give us a call, write it down, take the time, get on the line an give us a howl, the number is 555-3792." Face announced and Murdock grabbed the radio. He listened for the number and called. B.A. picked up. "Yeah." B.A. said. "Oh I like that B.A., direct an to the point. Yeah. That's just kind of lyrical, ya know? There's so much and so little. I'm impressed big guy, really, I am." Murdock said and B.A. was glad to hear his jibba-jabba but pretended not to. "Shut up ya crazy fool. You okay?" B.A. asked. "Ah, ao-ko, all my systems are functioning properly." Murdock replied. "Murdock's fine." B.A. said as he turned and handed Hannibal the phone. "Murdock, ya have any idea where the guys are that grabbed ya?" Hannibal asked. "No I lost em a couple a hours ago Colonel. I don't think we gotta worry about them." Murdock replied. Hannibal kept it to himself about Alex. Hannibal had Murdock meet them away from Kelly's office, and they picked him up.
Unable to breathe, Alex woke up. She slowly opened her eyes and the pain surging through her hit her head on. She felt like she'd been burned, and she hurt like she never had in her life. A pain from between her legs was the worst, and she decided that it was way more painful than when Trent had tried to break her arm when she was two-years-old. Alex put her hand down and held herself like she had to pee, trying to make the pain go away. She tried to calm herself by looking around. She noted that she was in a cage, like one used for a lion in a circus. It was about a foot tall, and about 2 feet wide, and about 2 feet long. She moved a little and felt worse. Struggling made it harder to breathe. Alex was getting light headed, when she thought maybe a rope trick B.A. had showed her would help, when the thought of B.A. reminded her of the knife.
"B.A.'s knife!" She yelled at herself inside her head as her eyes opened all of the way. The pain from the beating was almost enough to make her pass out, but she used it as an advantage, she used it to fight herself to get up. Alex knew it was going to be hard and painful to get the knife from her sock, but she ordered herself to obey orders as she knew her grampa would. Alex was glad for the gag in her mouth, because she bit down on it to keep from screaming as she wiggled a little and got the knife out of her sock. She went limp a second, and caught her breath, which she had to heave to get. Then she fumbled with the knife until she got it open and carefully began to cut the ropes around her ankles. The ropes were thin and B.A.'s knife was very sharp. The rope snapped and Alex was able to flip over and sit normal. For a second. Pain shot up her spine like she'd sat on a charcoal grill.
Alex fought back tears and got onto her knees as she cut her badly rope-burned, black and blue wrists free. She rubbed them gently and pulled her gag off over her head. She put the knife back into her sock and wondered why she hurt like she did. Alex pulled up her hood and reached around to her back. She winced as she felt the deep, welted cuts that ran the entire length of her back, running across her ribs. She winced again and again as she counted ten cuts. When she pulled her hand out, she got blood. She felt the same pain in her behind and guessed that about six more cuts were there as well. This made her angry. She'd been literally whipped like some farm animal and she vowed that they was gonna pay.
Alex fumed again as she looked around the room. It was some kind of storage ware-house, with no way out. Alex sat on her knees and sniffed. "I hope you're okay, Murdock, an I hope you aren't too mad at me uncle B.A. I needed the knife. I couldn't get a gun cos you keep the gun box key on your gold. I'll give it back, I promise." Alex said, as if they were right there in front of her.
"Alex can be almost anywhere by now, but I think this might help." Hannibal said holding up a small box. It looked like a remote control. "A homer!" B.A. said happily. The jazz was showing. The Colonel handed it to B.A. "Here B.A., find Alex." Hannibal said and B.A. took it. He clicked it on and seemed to read it like a favorite book. Hannibal had planted the bug in the knife because he knew sooner or later, Alex ws bound to take it. "What's the bug in, Hannibal? Whatta you do? Feed it to her or somethin?" B.A. asked watching the little box as if it were a movie now. "No, it's in your knife." Hannibal replied and B.A. looked up from the box to Hannibal.
"Aw Hannibal, my knife? You mean Alex took my knife? I toll her not to touch it...She's too much like Face." B.A. said remembering how much he liked the knife. His mama had sent it to him for Christmas. There was only 2 reasons why he didn't like Alex touching it. One, was because it was from his mama. Two, because it was always kept VERY sharp, and he'd cut himself on it many times, and he had the scars to prove it. Hannibal smiled and B.A., following the little box, drove towards the direction it said Alex was. B.A. tried not to show how worried he was, but Hannibal knew. He hadn't known B.A. for years for nothing. He knew each one of his team better than anyone.
By now, Alex was able to stand the pain enough to try and think up a plan. She crawled around when her knees fell asleep and woke them up. She couldn't stand up in the cage, or she wold have to releive the pressure on her legs. "Uncle B.A. told me I could get out of anything if I tried, and if I knew how. I do and I will!" Alex vowed out-loud, remembering her uncle's words. He'd told her that when she got frustrated with a move he was trying to teach her once. The memory made her feel better. An idea hit Alex hard and she remembered Face's lock pick set. It was inside her front pocket of her jeans! "Daddy's lock pick!!" Alex said grabbing for it. She pulled it out, and lay the box down on the hard concrete floor, and opened the lid. She pulled out the pick she needed, and slid her arm between the bars. She began to pick the lock.
Alex had this down pact by the time she was 3. Face had taught her well. Click! The door opened seconds later. Alex crawled out and stood up slowly. He almost fell, her legs were wobbily. She fought to keep standing and stretched. Then she put her tools away and wandered around, slowly, looking for a way out.
Then, the wall on Alex's left exploded and she painfully hit the floor on her belly, with her hands over her head. "Please let it be Murdock...Please let it be the guys.." Alex begged silently as she lay on the cold floor. Seconds later, Alex was in pain once again. Some one had grabbed her from behind....
The end of part 4
part 5 coming soon!