Title: Going On (4/?)
Author: Ashley
E-mail: SweetieDayDreams@aol.com
Category: M/M angst
Archive: My site, http://www.starwanderers.homestead.com
Feedback: Always welcome, and thanks for the great words everyone sent on the
other parts. I really appreciate it.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but you knew that. At least I hope you knew
that.
Inspiration: To all the people that sent F/B. I appreciate them taking the
time to say they like my work.
Recap:
Kline sat in on Maria's class, and didn't seem to be who he said he
was. Her suspicions proved true when, as she prepared to leave for the
school's office, something hit her from behind and knocked her out.
Maria came slowly back to awareness. The first thing she felt was a
dull pounding through the back of her head. Then she felt a burning pain in
her wrists. When she tried to move, hoping to ease the pain, she found her
hands were tightly tied.
Her eyes fluttered open. There was something familiar about the
carpet she was laying on. It took a moment for the truth to flit through her
still murky mind. It was familiar because it was the same carpet she walked
across every morning. After managing to lever herself up slightly, the sight
of her bed proved her guess right. She was lying on the floor of her bedroom
with her hands tied and a headache to end all headaches.
Maria twisted, trying to sit up. It took awhile, and the effort
left her feeling faint, but finally she was leaning against the nightstand.
She rested for a moment, trying to work up the strength to stand.
But before she could gain her feet, she heard footsteps making
their way down the hall. Her entire body stiffened with tension as they
neared the bedroom door. It creaked open slowly, but the light that came fro
the hallway kept her from making out who it was. Then, her captor spoke.
"I see you're awake. That's something of a relief. I thought I might
have killed you there for a while. And that just wouldn't do."
Kline's voice was colder now that he didn't have to pretend. Their was
no doubting the menace underlying his tone. Maria felt goosebumps cover her
arms.
He moved further into the room, leaving the door standing ajar. He
didn't speak again until he stood directly in front of her, seeming to enjoy
the feeling of towering over someone in a weaker position. A rush of burning
anger began to slowly replace her fear.
"How are you feeling? A bit of a headache, perhaps? Well, that's to be
expected." He smiled, a cold malicious mockery of the real thing.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded angrily.
He smirked. "I should think it was obvious, my dear. I'm going to
kidnap you. Hence, the ropes."
"But why are we here, instead of whatever rock you crawled out from
under?" Maria shot back. She hoped she could get him out of the house before
Isabel arrived with the twins. He could do whatever he wanted to her, but no
one was going to touch her kids.
He seemed to almost read her mind when he replied, "Why, we're waiting
for your little darlings, of course. I wouldn't want to have to make two
trips. It's just so unproductive." He moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He
made a show of checking his watch. "In fact, they should be here any minute."
"What makes you think they'll come here? When someone notices I'm
missing, they'll send someone here to look for me."
"Do you really think I wouldn't have taken care of that? You were
feeling very ill this afternoon; too ill to even make it to the office. You
called a friend for a ride, and left a note on blackboard asking for someone
to see that you little angels made it on the bus okay."
Maria frowned for a moment. He didn't know about Isabel's offer to
bring the kids home today. If she could distract him, maybe Isabel could take
him by surprise. But that would only work if she made sure he didn't suspect
anything, which meant wiping the frown off her face ASAP.
"But we'll have to make sure they don't get scared off by their Mommy
screaming." He rose to his feet and slowly undid the knot of his tie. Maria
saw what was coming, and tried to roll away, but he was too fast. In seconds,
her shoulders slammed into the floor and the tie was wadded up and shoved in
her mouth.
He stood for a moment, staring down at her before he moved to the door
and disappeared. As soon as he was out of sight, Maria jerked, frantically
trying to find some way out of her bonds. She rolled, coming to a stop facing
the bed. Her eyes landed on a small glint a couple of inches in front of her
nose.
She remembered dropping the picture . . . the doorbell ringing . . .
never looking for the missing piece of glass. If I can get hold of it, she
thought, maybe I can get loose.
She twisted onto her side, inching backward with her hands out as far
as she could stretch them. The sound of a car door slamming increased her
urgency. Suddenly, her fingers found cool glass. Grasping it tightly, she
maneuvered herself back into a sitting position just a shrill scream came
from the living room.
Recognizing Meghan's voice, Maria got to her knees. She shoved the
glass into the back pocket of her jeans, then made her way to the door, not
bothering to stand.
The scene in the living room made her heart skip a beat. Marc was
sprawled on the floor, an unmoving little heap. Meghan was crouched next to
him, looking as though she were trying to shield him from Kline. Isabel was
against the wall, Kline's hand around her throat holding her several inches
off the ground.
Before Maria could move, Kline slammed Isabel against the wall. When
her released her, she slumped to the floor, leaving a smear of blood on he
way down. Kline turned back to Meghan, not knowing Maria was in the room with
them. As he moved closer to her daughter, Maria gained her feet and launched
herself at him. she landed on his back, and they both slammed into the floor.
Maria fought anyway she could, biting and head-butting for all she was worth.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open again. Maria couldn't tell who had
entered, but judging by Meghan's whimpers, it wasn't looking good. A hand
wrapped itself around Maria's face and a sweet-smelling handkerchief was
pressed over nose. Before she sank into unconsciousness once more, she felt
herself lifted and placed onto a hard surface. Moments later, there was the
sound of an engine starting.
Then, there was nothing.
Author: Ashley
E-mail: SweetieDayDreams@aol.com
Category: M/M angst
Archive: My site, http://www.starwanderers.homestead.com
Feedback: Always welcome, and thanks for the great words everyone sent on the
other parts. I really appreciate it.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but you knew that. At least I hope you knew
that.
Inspiration: To all the people that sent F/B. I appreciate them taking the
time to say they like my work.
Recap:
Kline sat in on Maria's class, and didn't seem to be who he said he
was. Her suspicions proved true when, as she prepared to leave for the
school's office, something hit her from behind and knocked her out.
Maria came slowly back to awareness. The first thing she felt was a
dull pounding through the back of her head. Then she felt a burning pain in
her wrists. When she tried to move, hoping to ease the pain, she found her
hands were tightly tied.
Her eyes fluttered open. There was something familiar about the
carpet she was laying on. It took a moment for the truth to flit through her
still murky mind. It was familiar because it was the same carpet she walked
across every morning. After managing to lever herself up slightly, the sight
of her bed proved her guess right. She was lying on the floor of her bedroom
with her hands tied and a headache to end all headaches.
Maria twisted, trying to sit up. It took awhile, and the effort
left her feeling faint, but finally she was leaning against the nightstand.
She rested for a moment, trying to work up the strength to stand.
But before she could gain her feet, she heard footsteps making
their way down the hall. Her entire body stiffened with tension as they
neared the bedroom door. It creaked open slowly, but the light that came fro
the hallway kept her from making out who it was. Then, her captor spoke.
"I see you're awake. That's something of a relief. I thought I might
have killed you there for a while. And that just wouldn't do."
Kline's voice was colder now that he didn't have to pretend. Their was
no doubting the menace underlying his tone. Maria felt goosebumps cover her
arms.
He moved further into the room, leaving the door standing ajar. He
didn't speak again until he stood directly in front of her, seeming to enjoy
the feeling of towering over someone in a weaker position. A rush of burning
anger began to slowly replace her fear.
"How are you feeling? A bit of a headache, perhaps? Well, that's to be
expected." He smiled, a cold malicious mockery of the real thing.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded angrily.
He smirked. "I should think it was obvious, my dear. I'm going to
kidnap you. Hence, the ropes."
"But why are we here, instead of whatever rock you crawled out from
under?" Maria shot back. She hoped she could get him out of the house before
Isabel arrived with the twins. He could do whatever he wanted to her, but no
one was going to touch her kids.
He seemed to almost read her mind when he replied, "Why, we're waiting
for your little darlings, of course. I wouldn't want to have to make two
trips. It's just so unproductive." He moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He
made a show of checking his watch. "In fact, they should be here any minute."
"What makes you think they'll come here? When someone notices I'm
missing, they'll send someone here to look for me."
"Do you really think I wouldn't have taken care of that? You were
feeling very ill this afternoon; too ill to even make it to the office. You
called a friend for a ride, and left a note on blackboard asking for someone
to see that you little angels made it on the bus okay."
Maria frowned for a moment. He didn't know about Isabel's offer to
bring the kids home today. If she could distract him, maybe Isabel could take
him by surprise. But that would only work if she made sure he didn't suspect
anything, which meant wiping the frown off her face ASAP.
"But we'll have to make sure they don't get scared off by their Mommy
screaming." He rose to his feet and slowly undid the knot of his tie. Maria
saw what was coming, and tried to roll away, but he was too fast. In seconds,
her shoulders slammed into the floor and the tie was wadded up and shoved in
her mouth.
He stood for a moment, staring down at her before he moved to the door
and disappeared. As soon as he was out of sight, Maria jerked, frantically
trying to find some way out of her bonds. She rolled, coming to a stop facing
the bed. Her eyes landed on a small glint a couple of inches in front of her
nose.
She remembered dropping the picture . . . the doorbell ringing . . .
never looking for the missing piece of glass. If I can get hold of it, she
thought, maybe I can get loose.
She twisted onto her side, inching backward with her hands out as far
as she could stretch them. The sound of a car door slamming increased her
urgency. Suddenly, her fingers found cool glass. Grasping it tightly, she
maneuvered herself back into a sitting position just a shrill scream came
from the living room.
Recognizing Meghan's voice, Maria got to her knees. She shoved the
glass into the back pocket of her jeans, then made her way to the door, not
bothering to stand.
The scene in the living room made her heart skip a beat. Marc was
sprawled on the floor, an unmoving little heap. Meghan was crouched next to
him, looking as though she were trying to shield him from Kline. Isabel was
against the wall, Kline's hand around her throat holding her several inches
off the ground.
Before Maria could move, Kline slammed Isabel against the wall. When
her released her, she slumped to the floor, leaving a smear of blood on he
way down. Kline turned back to Meghan, not knowing Maria was in the room with
them. As he moved closer to her daughter, Maria gained her feet and launched
herself at him. she landed on his back, and they both slammed into the floor.
Maria fought anyway she could, biting and head-butting for all she was worth.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open again. Maria couldn't tell who had
entered, but judging by Meghan's whimpers, it wasn't looking good. A hand
wrapped itself around Maria's face and a sweet-smelling handkerchief was
pressed over nose. Before she sank into unconsciousness once more, she felt
herself lifted and placed onto a hard surface. Moments later, there was the
sound of an engine starting.
Then, there was nothing.