Title: Infernal Destiny
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.

Acknowledgments: Thank you Ozmandayus for reviewing my work every time. I only wish that someday my work will be as wonderful as yours. Thank you Hanspam for being so supportive and encouraging. You are a good Samaritan and I will try to make this chapter longer for you! Thank you Boulder as well. I love it when people put me on their favorites list. (Hint hint to those of you who don't have me on yours. Hehe.) It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. GirlInTheRedJacket and DevDev, thank you for reviewing time after time again. I appreciate it. And StarryNights...I hope I didn't make you go insane with waiting for this chapter to come out. XOXO to all of you!

My Notes: This chapter does have a little stronger abuse and some sexual abuse in it as well. It won't be too bad, but if you don't like to read stuff like that or it offends you, bale out now. A big thank you goes out to my reviewers..you guys are awesome. Also, I would like to say I'm sorry for taking so long on this new chapter. This whole month has been a month of hell, just one bad thing after another came my way it seemed and I didn't have a lot of time or the desire to even write. But, hopefully my updates will be more regular as the month of hell comes to an end...I repeat, hopefully (for me). I think I will write one more chapter after this one but I am not sure what will happen. I am working on three new stories right now, but I'm not too sure if you guys would be interested in reading them. Lol. Well, lets see what happens. ~Morgan~

Phew...and now the chapter begins! WOO!

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Tommy Oliver's House
Sunday, April 22, 2000 2:21 A.M.
Angel Grove, Ca


"What's it going to be Thomas, my friend? Your pride or your precious girlfriend? You can't have them both," Pierre sneered, taunting Tommy with his arrogant words and smirk on his face.

"Do what you want with me, but just let her go. She hasn't done anything to hurt you..." Tommy chose his words carefully. All it would take was one pull of that trigger and his life would come to a crashing end with the death of his soul. He knew, absolutely knew without a doubt, that if Kim was gone from his world that he could not go on without her. The thought was usually unthinkable to him, but with pressing matters he couldn't help but think about it. It's funny, the one time you would think your life would be flashing before your eyes would be in a situation such as this, but right now the world moved slowly to Tommy. As if time was being gracious enough to him to slow down a little and give him the opportunity to think things over.

'Oh, God. Kim...Kim, I'm so sorry. I should have been there to protect you. And now...What do I do? What do I do?'

The suddenly, an idea came to mind.

'That just might work.'

"Okay Pierre, you win."

'God Kim, I hope you see through this. See how much I love you. I would never hurt you. You are my life, but this is the only way.'

He tried to convey that to her by looking her in the eye, but all he saw therein was hurt and betrayal. His heart broke into a million pieces the second that first tear gathered in the corner of her eye, until it couldn't be contained anymore and flowed leisurely down her cheek, running along the outside of her nose, and dropping to the floor.

"I'm glad you see how weak and pathetic you are Tommy. You can't beat me. Nobody can. The bitch in the back-seat of my car, Cynthia, your parents, Kim here, and even you. Hell, even that dumbass security guard couldn't put up a decent fight to stop me. It is destiny my boy. This...this is destiny."

'You're a fucking psycho. Keep it cool Tommy. No need to upset him and piss him off. He might hurt Kim and do something drastic.'

"I know Pierre, I give up. I can't beat you. You are too strong for me."

Pierre reached in his back pocket and hastily yanked out the handcuffs he had stolen from the fallen police officer and roughly put them on Kim using one hand, the gun never leaving its position locked on her head for a second. Both Tommy and Kim had no choice but to go with the flow for right now.

Tommy took note of the fact that Kim had not looked at him since he had admitted defeat. She had not said a word either. She was terrified. He saw it in the way her hand shook a little as it held Pierre's wrist that was trailing at her head and in the was she bit at her lower lip, hard enough to almost draw blood.

'Damnit Kim, look at me. You have to see what I'm doing. This is all for you. I love you. LOOK AT ME!'

She never did though.

"You," Pierre said pointing the gun at Tommy now and throwing Kim against his dresser, "come here."

Tommy did as he said, walking slowly to him, bridging the gap between himself and the wacko pointing a gun at him.

'Tommy? Why? Why are you doing this? You would never give up before...NEVER!'

If only she knew.

Pierre motioned to a nearby wall and commanded, "Go stand over there." He then taped Tommy's hands behind his back but left his legs undone so he could walk to the living room downstairs. He grabbed him rigorously and pushed him over to the dresser by Kim.

Tommy's butt hit the dresser with a thud, definitely leaving a bruise come morning. If he made it to then. Then, his hands ran over something small laying on the cherry wood furniture. He ran his fingers over the cold metal and realized that they were nail clippers.

'Shit...better than nothing I guess. There will have to do.'

He tucked them tightly into his hand, glancing over to where Pierre was running his hands along Kim's face to make sure he hadn't seen the clever maneuver.

'Don't fucking touch her,' his mind screamed out, feeling literally sick as he watched Kim duck her chin and face to make him stop. Pierre picked her up in one fluid motion and slung her over his broad shoulder. He looked to Tommy once again, saying only one word.

"Walk."

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Pierre kicked Tommy square in the back, knocking him only the plush white couch. The look Tommy gave Pierre showed of his fury. Pierre dropped Kim onto the bricks that lay just in front of the fireplace, knocking the wind out of her as she dropped a good five feet onto the hard surface. Her head the brick and throbbed with new pain, making the previous aches seem numbing. Pierre just laughed as her forehead crinkled up in agony and went to retrieve Cynthia and Jan from the closet they were held in.

As Kim laid there trying to regain her breath, Tommy watched her with hawk eyes, wanting to kill the man who had just done that to her and make sure she was okay. Then finally, she looked to him, her vision getting a little blurry from the blow.

Tommy's heart jumped in his throat as she glanced at him. He silently mouthed 'I'm sorry. I love you Beautiful' right before she fell unconscious.

He struggled to get up off the couch and run over to her, but right before he knelt down beside her motionless body, Pierre came with Jan in tow and lead him back to his seat on the sofa.

"Don't even think about it Tommy. What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He pushed him back onto the couch and then threw Jan beside him and said, "Move again and Mommy Dearest gets it."

When he left the room again Tommy tended to his mother who was crying on the verge of hysterics. Tommy had never seen her like this. She was always so level headed. Never had anyone broken her hard shell before. Her old job as a nurse during the Vietnam War had hardened her. Not completely though, she just didn't let people mess with her. The experience helping the wounded had made her stronger as well, in more ways than one.

Tommy squeezed his hand together, making sure he still had the nail clippers. Their ticket to salvation he hoped. When Pierre walked back in the room dragging Cynthia behind Tommy noticed his mother had cringed in fear.

"Take a load of Dear. I hope you will enjoy the show as much as I will." By the look in his eyes and the satanic smile on his face, all three knew what he was going to do. Cynthia blinked her eyes shut, tears wetting her already damp face again. But, instead of opening them again, she kept them tightly closed, praying that he wouldn't hurt her baby and hoping she didn't have to watch it take place. Jan stared at Kim's body across the living room, wishing she could make her disappear so this asshole couldn't hurt her anymore.

Then there was Tommy.

Rage overwhelmed his entire body. His eyes were dark and squinted. His teeth were gritted together and his jaw was locked, firm and strong. His hands were squeezed so tightly together that his knuckles were white, they shook a little, and the nail clippers dig into his skin, drawing blood. He didn't feel the pain he was giving himself, his whole body was numb.

Pierre walked over to where Kim's body laid on the fireplace and kneeled down beside it. He picked it up and positioned it to where they could see what he was doing at a better angle.

"I see she's wearing your shirt Tommy. Was she a good lay? How much did you have to pay her this time?"

Tommy didn't say anything, he just stared at Kim's face, privately praying that she wouldn't wake up for this. He shifted the nail clippers in his hands and opened them. Then, he got to work on clipping away at the tape.

"She has a nice body, I'll give you that, but she is dumb as hell. She is nothing but a stupid bitch Tommy. Why would you go to the trouble of making her happy?"

This time he looked Pierre in the eyes and spoke from his heart, clipping the tape all the while.

"I love her, that's why."

"Ha," Pierre spat, "you wouldn't know love if it bit you in the ass. How could you love her? Seriously now..." Tommy's nose flared as Pierre's hands touched Kim's feet and he slowly ran them up her legs to her thighs.

He took deep breaths to keep from killing him and frantically clipped the remaining tape from his wrists. Noting that the gun was right beside Pierre and he could easily grab it and put him out of his misery, Tommy held back to wait until her got a good moment to attack the psycho.

His hands slid up under the long red T-shirt over her hips and stomach, slowly etching their way to her breasts. Kim picked that moment to start to stir and a smirk crossed over Pierre's face. He arrogantly looked to Tommy.

"Awe, she's awake. Now the fun really begins."

Kim faintly knew where she was, but her barrings weren't all there. "...Stttooopp..." she stuttered. Cynthia's eyes opened and her lower lip quivered as Kim spoke.

'Why? Why does she have to be awake for this?'

Pierre slapped her hard across the face spitting her lip and leaving a red mark that would eventually become a bruise and grabbed her by the collar of the shirt she wore and slammed her over and over against the ground. Tommy couldn't hold back any longer as he watched someone beat his Kim and launched himself across the room, knocking the shit out of Pierre before he knew what was coming.

"KIM, GRAB THE GUN! KIM!" Tommy yelled out at Pierre and himself scrambled across the floor for the gun. Tommy grabbed him by the legs and violently flipped him onto his back before giving him a beating of his own. Over and over he slammed his fist into Pierre's face, his hands already bruised, battered, and bleeding. But not nearly as bad as Pierre's face.

Jan and Cynthia had both tried go get off the couch, but that was not happening with their arms and legs both tied up. In fact, Cynthia was now on the floor in-between the coffee table and couch, unable to get up. She could see Tommy and Pierre's battle from the floor.

Pierre got a lucky punch in and hit Tommy hard across the face, knocking him off of him. He dove for the gun again and almost had it, but was stopped by Tommy who was now on his feet. The weapon skidded farther away, closer to Kim's hands. She was more than a little dazed from the abuse she had just sustained and she was blacking in and out. She faintly remembered Tommy screaming something to her before she passed out again and was shocked to see Pierre and Tommy fighting relentlessly a few feet away from her. With shaky hands she picked up the gun and struggled to prop herself up.

Tommy kicked him in the ribs and Pierre fell back to the ground. He attempted to run over to Kim and get the gun from her to protect his family, but Pierre clipped his legs out from under him. Tommy fell and struck his head on the edge of the bricks lining the fireplace, busting it open. He didn't get up.

Pierre used this chance so stand and slowly make his way over to where he laid, dizzy and nauseous, holding his ribs where he had been kicked not a few seconds ago.

"You stupid bastard. I told you you could not beat me."

Jan closed her eyes, praying for a miracle.

"Nobody can beat me. NOBODY!" Pierre kicked Tommy twice in the ribcage and grabbed him by the hair. Then, he heard a familiar clicking noise from behind him. He turned and was shocked at what he saw.

Kim was standing there, gun loaded, ready to kill him if need be. The look in her eyes said it all. She was not playing around and she was not taking his abuse anymore. Her hand was shockingly solid, not shaking in the least. The gun was trailed at his head. Knowing that he didn't stand a chance anyway, Pierre ran head on at her, not knowing if she would shoot him or not. She did.

::Bang Bang::

"OWE! YOU FUCKING SHOT ME YOU BITCH!" Pierre dropped to the floor, blood pooling around him. He had been shot twice, once in each leg. He couldn't move, let alone get away or put harm to anyone.

"Duh you dumbass. Did you really think I wouldn't do it?...Seriously now," she mimicked his pompous saying. Her voice was calm and steady because she knew that they had won and that this whole thing was over at last. Looking to her right she saw Tommy trying to sit up and rushed over to help him.

"Tommy? Are you okay?" She wrapped her arm around his and assisted him in standing up. She thought they both may end up back on the floor as he leaned heavily against her.

"Me? What about you Kim? Are you okay?" He wiped at his forehead, but that did nothing to rid it of all the blood.

"I'm better now that this is over."

"I'll go call the cops, you untie them and keep an eye on this asshole." Tommy rushed to the kitchen where he was sure the cordless phone that was supposed to be in the living room was at and dialed 911. He quickly hung up the phone after giving them his name, address and whatnot and made his way back into the living room. Kim was still trying to pry the tape off her mother's mouth so Tommy tended to Jan. Once they had them unbounded they hugged and held onto each other with dear life.

Cynthia cried and shook with relief as she clung to Kim. "Oh, my baby! Are you okay? Oh, God, I'm so sorry..." Her sobs came out as a tidal wave of pent-up emotions came free at last.

Kim held onto her as well and rubbed her hair. "Shh, it's okay Mom. Everything is okay now, I promise..." She tried to reassure her, their mother/daughter roles reversed at the moment.

Pierre spoke again," Awe isn't that sweet..."

"Shut the fuck up you lunatic. Where's Tom? TOMMY where's your father?? Damnit, " Jan swore right before thirty police officers burst threw the door, all with guns in their hands. Jan bolted up the stairs, with five or six officers trailing her. She ran to their bedroom where she had last seen him and was relieved to see him curled up on the bed, his eyes open looking at her as she ran through the door.

"Oh baby."

Meanwhile downstairs the police had Pierre in two sets of handcuffs making his way to a cop car outside. They made him walk on his wounded legs, which he protested to with every step. Kim and Tommy sat in an ambulance already. They had tried to separate them, but they had fought tooth and nail to stay together after what had happened. They both had noticed that they were putting Lieutenant Bakers on a stretcher, who had apparently not woken up yet. Paramedics said he was breathing and was going to be fine. Jan, Thomas, and Cynthia hopped into a squad car together and it took them to the hospital, following behind the ambulance Tommy and Kim were riding in.

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