By: Morgan
Disclaimer: Saban owns all PR material and characters, I don't, though I wish I did. Any products or anything I have not made up myself in this story belong to their respected owners. Please don't sue me.
Distribution: Anywhere as long as I am informed first.
Rating: R for violence, adult situations, and language.
My Notes: Thank you to all the people who have read and reviewed this series. You have inspired me to write another chapter! Also, thank you for being patient with me this last week. I haven't really had a lot of time to write and I have had major writer's block on this one. Plus, it doesn't help that twice I wrote this chapter and when I was almost finished I lost it. But this weekend I am going to be a writing machine. We'll see how much work I get done. ~Morgan~
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Tommy Oliver's House
Sunday, April 22, 2000 2:13 A.M.
Angel Grove, Ca
Kim awoke with a shout, shooting up from the bed and tried to stop the heavy pounding in her chest. Her body was covered in sweat and it ached something fierce as she noticed that Tommy was awake and sitting up beside her, gently rubbing her back.
"Are you okay Kim? Can I get you anything to drink," Tommy asked in a whisper, a little unnerved that this had been the third nightmare she had had tonight. The first hadn't been this bad, but the more she had the worse they seemed to him.
"No, I'm okay. Go back to sleep Tommy, I didn't mean to wake you up again..."
He lightly tugged at her pajamas, which she couldn't go back to sleep in. "Kim, did you bring anything else to sleep in? These are no good."
"No, I didn't think to bring extra clothes..." She wiped her forehead and then buried her head in her hands, still trying to regain her composure.
"That's okay Beautiful. You'll just have to wear this for tonight. It will probably swallow you whole, but that's the smallest one I own," Tommy said as he opened a drawer and dug out a red T-shirt for her to wear.
He walked over to the bed and climbed on, perched right next to Kim. He tenderly removed her silk top and slipped the large, cotton shirt onto her petite, worn out body. She slipped her shorts off and hastily threw them on his floor to be with its mate as she burrowed back under the covers of his comfortable bed. He did the same and pulled her back into his loving embrace.
"You want to talk about it Kim? It may help you get some rest tonight..."
"No, I'm fine Handsome. I'll be okay as long as you are here with me. I can't believe I'm scared of a little dream." She rubbed at her eyes and snuggled closer to his warm body.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of Kim. Everyone has bad dreams at one point or another, and you have reason to have them right now. But I promise that soon you will be sleeping peacefully again. It will be just like old times. Us, sleeping out in the open under the stars when we went on that camping trip. And after we would make love we would just lay by each other or sometimes on top of each other." That got a small smile from her. "We would play with each other's hair and trace each other's facial features." Tommy did that to her now, soothing her with his words and gestures. "More of those times are to come Beautiful."
"I know Tommy."
"You get some rest Kim." He kissed her along her hairline by her temple and pulled the covers tighter around them. Then, they both went back to sleep, hoping that another horrible dream would not come tonight. Little did they know, the real terror would occur when they were wide awake.
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Pierre sat outside the two story house, watching lights flicker on and off over the hours and watching people come in and out. He watched them as they sat outside on the porch swing talking and he waited until all was peaceful in the large home to make his move.
Getting out of his car, Pierre tucked the gun he had into the waistband of his pants. He approached the police vehicle with a smile and a plan to take him out.
"Hello officer. My car broke down just right down the road and I was wondering if you could give me a lift to my house...I only live three blocks away, but it is dark out and you never know what kind of things are lurking out here at night. I don't even know if cops do that these days, but I would surely appreciate the ride."
Lieutenant Bakers smiled back at him and said, "I'm sorry Sir, but I can't leave right now. I'll call another patroller and they will give you a ride. What is wrong with your car? Run out of gas or something?"
As Lieutenant Bakers peeked around him to try and spot the jalopy he was talking about, Pierre rapidly yanked the gun out of his trousers and whacked him over the head hard, busting it open and knocking him out.
"You couldn't just cooperate could you? You had to make me go and hit you. Well, too bad." Pierre picked his body up from off the pavement and quickly shoved it back into the cop car. He stole the gun and handcuffs off the officer's belt and made his way up the stone walkway to the Oliver's front porch.
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Cynthia didn't know what to think as the light to the guest bedroom switched on, blinding her a little as her eyes adjusted from the dark to the bright illumination.
"Kim Honey, is that you? Are you okay?" She sat up and that's when she saw him. He was standing over the bed, a gun in his right hand and duct tape in his left. "Oh God, help me."
"Honey...I'm home."
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After taping up Cynthia's mouth, arms and legs, Pierre had dumped her in a closet that was in the living room and made his way upstairs to see who else he would find. The first room he passed was the bathroom, and glancing inside to see no one was in there, we moved quickly down the hall. He now stood in front of Tommy's room, which had a sign with his name on it hanging on it.
'I'll wait and get them last. I'm going to have so much fun torturing her...And in front of her little love bird no less. I'm sure he will enjoy watching me take her as I please and have my way with her. After I kill her I will get to play with the others a little too. This day just keeps getting better and better.'
He went to the next room, which had the door open. He saw Jan and Thomas spooning close together on the bed and walked inside. He carefully shut the door so he would not wake them and then turned on the light.
Jan awoke first and started to scream in terror, but was halted as he trailed the gun to her forehead.
"Scream and you die bitch." His eyes were dark and scary, and she didn't dare defy him.
Seeing that she wasn't going to fight, he ripped some tape from the roll and covered her mouth, wrapping it all the way around her head to make sure she couldn't remove it. Next, he did her arms, so tightly that her hands fell asleep. Tears rolled down her face and over the restraining tape laid across her mouth as he secured her legs. She thumped to the floor and woke up Thomas, who was sleeping mere inches away from where this crime was taking place.
"What the..." was all he got out of his mouth before Pierre shocked him with a strong right hook, knocking him unconscious as his head hit the backboard to the bed with amazing force. His head left an imprint from where it had been slammed into the wood.
Pierre did the same to him as he had done to the other two and left him on the bed. He picked up Jan and when he found he couldn't hold her, the gun, and the tape at the same time he got angry. He dropped her back to the floor and drug her down the hall and roughly down the stairs to where she would reside in the closet with a hysterical Cynthia.
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He opened the door and peeked inside, making for certain that Tommy wasn't awake.
'I knew that little whore would be in his room. They probably fucked all night. Little slut would do it anywhere at anytime if the price was right.'
He tiptoed across the room, the only light coming from the moon which shone bright from his large window. Tommy shifted in the bed, pulling Kim closer to him.
'That's is so sickening. They think they love each other. Ha, neither one of them knows what love is.'
"Rise and shine. It's payback time," Pierre screamed as he snatched Kim until his arms. She cried out in fear and pain as she woke up. Tommy leaped at him, knocking all three of them into the wall. Tommy saw the gun Pierre had to Kim's head and backed away, not wanting to make him any more angry.
'FUCK! What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?' Tommy thought over and over, never taking his eyes off Kim's.
Her eyes were wide with shock and horror. Pain surged through every part of her body as he gripped her and her fear rose as she felt the cold metal pressured hard against the side of her scull.
'Oh God, please don't let him kill me. Please protect Tommy and our family. I will never do anything bad again if you just let us get through this. Please...,' she prayed, never taking her eyes off Tommy's face.
"I don't think so Tommy Boy. You either play it cool or your sweetheart gets it. It is one or the other...Take your pick my friend."
'Shit.'
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Okay, that's all for this one. The next chapter should be out soon. I am thinking there will be at least two more in the future. I hope you all liked it. Please read and review! I means the world to me to read what people have to say about my writing, so be a good Samaritan and read and review! Thanks. ~Morgan~
