Knight Rider 2010
Trapping Knight With A Queen
Written
by
Ldydeb
Chapter Six
The next morning came with a startling revelation for Michael. He wearily turned over feeling very groggy, nauseated, and unsure of what had happened the night before. His head hurt and when he tried to turn over, he seemed to be dragging his left arm with him. Sitting up, he looked to find his clothes thrown in a wrinkled pile on the floor across the room. A pair of sweats waited for him on the nightstand beside the bed. At first he could not remember how he'd lost his clothing, coming into the room, or lying on the bed. Then slowly images filled his head. Selena telling him he was too drunk to drive. Visions of finding her hiding across the room from him in an alcove by the window; of her trying to defend herself from him, her eyes filled with fear and sadness; of her making sweet passionate love to him and of hearing her begging him to forgive her surfaced. But nothing connected or made any sense. Picking up his left arm, he found himself handcuffed to a light chain, which connected him to a hook behind the bed. Looking around, he realized that Selena was missing. The noise of heated voices drifted through the door. Michael went to contact KITT, but whoever locked him up, had taken his wrist communicator.
The voices outside the door were coming closer. He overheard, "I won't do it! Patrick! My end of the bargain was completed last night! I did everything you told me to do! I even lied to...for you! Now I want what you promised me! I've earned it!" The voice was unmistakably Selena's. She was half protesting, half begging. What was going on, thought Michael? He tried to listen further.
Patrick's voice countered, "That was before you played whore to Knight! Now You will do exactly what I say if you want me to keep up my end. If you want the prize, My lovely Toy! You will continue to play the game my way!"
Selena's voice was frustrated and unsteady. She charged, "Maybe I'll just undo what I've done! I can you know! I can use that machine against you as well as for you!" The room beyond the door became eerily silent. Michael tried to listen desperately. Then came the sound of skin hitting skin, a crash of something hitting the walls and a whimper of pain seeped through the cracks of the door. More silence followed. Michael could easily picture what Selena got for her defiance. He ran towards the door, but his "leash" pulled him back. Again he was forced to just listen, straining to hear any sound.
Patrick's voice was now controlled and deadly as he said, "...this is my game, My Toy! Unless you'd like another visit to my penalty chamber...or maybe you'd like to see our new guest suffer?"
"No! Patrick, I'll do it! I'll do it, just please...Don't hurt..." Michael heard Selena begging, her tears heavy in her voice.
Michael whispered, "What? Who?" He noticed footsteps coming closer to the door and then the lock turning. He made his way back to the bed, found the sweats on the floor and slipped them on up his legs.
Outside the room, Selena heard Michael moving around, so she dried her eyes and tried to look tough. She did not want him to play on her uncertain and shaky emotions. She knew the consequences would endanger all of their lives. That fact was pounded into when Patrick had yanked her out of bed by her hair very early that morning. She was lead out of the room as one of Patrick's men cuffed a sleeping Michael's wrist to the bed. The look on Patrick's face warned her to be silent. He dragged her through to the other side of the house until they came to his bedroom suite. Once in there, he threw her on the floor. He ordered her to her knees, pulling her into that position again by her hair. He had called her a whore for choosing to stay with Michael instead of coming to his bed like he had ordered her to. She was forced to listen to him berate her for breaking the rules of the game. Still groggy from sleep, Selena barely had time to register his words when he smacked her for not answering him. His voice was so serene yet menacing. She closed her eyes to the memory of him using her bracelets to bind her the bedposts of his bed. He proceeded to abuse her body, then raped her again. The only words he spoke to her were to call her HIS whore, HIS toy! He promised he would kill Michael if she ever let him touch her again. Then he laughed and told her that if she wanted to play a whore then she'd play whore for him. To her horror, the man Patrick allowed to tattoo her body joined them in Patrick's chamber of torture. She was forced to play the whore with both of them before Patrick unveiled the new task he wanted her to perform for him. Her sanity was already overloaded from her body being used and bruised in Patrick's domination of her. She was fighting the voices inside still telling her to fight back versus the images, the pain of her own flesh pounding her terror and need to submit to avoid more. She was succumbing to her helplessness and falling into Patrick's complete control.
Now as she stood before the room where she would be forced to face the consequences of her giving into Patrick's demands, She knew she had failed...again. She should have known that once she gave Patrick what he wanted, he would force her to continue playing his games. Now he was using not only her sisters, physical abuse to her own body, but Michael's life had become another pawn. Taking a breath, she almost caved into her desire to flee and not face Michael. But Patrick wanted her to serve Michael, to let Michael see how Patrick's Queen had captured The Foundation's Knight. She had tried to refuse...even tried to threaten Patrick with letting Michael go. But her face suffered from that outburst. She looked into a nearby mirror in the hallway. Almost one whole side of her face was now reddened and purple, the corner of her eye a very dark bluish/greenish/black. It was slightly swollen and both of her eyes were blood-shot from crying. She smoothed her hair, pulling the length to hide that side of her face. She took a deep breath and thought, "He has to eat and this confrontation must take place." She braced herself as she entered the room.
Balancing the tray of food, Selena came through the open door. She hoped that if she did not talk to him then he would keep quiet long enough for her to deliver his food. But judging from the look in Michael's eyes, she knew she needed to get out of that room. She could see he wanted to confront her. She turned away from him, setting the tray down on a nearby table within reach of Michael's chain. She concentrated on taking the platters and other things from the tray. Michael interrupted her task. He demanded, "What is going on, Selena?"
Selena laughed mockingly, "Can't you figure it out, Knight? Or do you need KITT to solve all your problems?"
Michael repeated trying not to be angry, letting her know he would understand, "Please, Selena? Talk to me!"
What he got in return was a verbal slap in the face. Selena flashed a triumphant smile at the window, only letting him see one side of her face, "You were set up, isn't that obvious." She added, "I guess Devon Miles can't protect you either! What a waste!"
Michael pushed, "What is that suppose to mean?"
"Figure it out, Smart Boy," She taunted, trying to make him hate her.
Michael was more confused with this side of Selena that he had never seen before. This was not her, he knew. Between the conversation he overheard outside the door and Selena's attitude on this side of it, He knew there was more than she would, or could tell him. When she first entered the room he was shocked at her appearance. He could only see one side of her face, but he could tell she had been crying. Her hands shook as she carried the tray with food; the glasses and silverware rattling out her nervousness. He knew the only way to get the truth was to get her to break down in front of him. He had to find out what that Character had on her that could make her comply with his every wish. The answer to his question was obvious, but he needed proof. He observed her intently and realized that Selena was refusing to look straight at him. She was purposely keeping her face turned away from him.
Selena did not like the silence between them. She took on a very cold voice and explained, "So you don't strain your brain, Knight, I'll tell you what it means. I was hired to steal KITT from you. I wanna thank you for teaching me all about KITT's functions." She flashed his watch at him.
Michael saw his opportunity, grabbed her outstretched arm, and pulled her around to face him. His intent was to look at her face, but his eyes caught the deep scratches and bloody welts from the phone cord the day before and the gold bangles that had been used on her that morning encircling her wrists and upper hands. When she tried to pull away and turn her face away, he picked up her chin meeting what she was trying to hide. What he found threatened to make him sick. He then pulled her shirt up to see her back, her stomach. She remained docile, ashamed of being abused, of being found out, of being so helpless. She pushed him away and ground, "Are you happy! Did you get a good look, Knight! Now get away from me!" She tried to push him away so she could run out of the room.
Michael wanted to hold her. She had been savagely beaten, yet she was amazingly able to walk, though he could tell she was in some pain. He wanted to shake her into telling him what was really going on. Instead he held his own temper in check and gently traced the cut from Patrick's ring that edged down the outer edge of Selena's face near her ear. He softly begged, "Selena, I want to help you! Tell me the truth! What is going on?"
Patrick waited for the right moment before stepping into the room. He was escorted by two of his guards. He held his hand out for Selena, "My Toy."
Selena looked at Michael and then at Patrick, knowing that what she did next would be the most shameful act she could do, but it was worth it if it kept her sisters and Michael alive. She disengaged herself from Michael's hold and presented herself to Patrick, eyes down. She replied, "Yes, Patrick." She hoped he would not force her to call him "Sir" in front of Michael.
Patrick was pleased with her immediate obedience. He smiled, "Are you ready to go?"
Selena saw him reach out to her and she entered into his embrace. She refused to look back at Michael, yet allowed him to see her smile at Patrick...a smile that never reached her eyes. She said in gratitude, "You are just in time, Patrick."
Patrick caressed her bruised cheek and said, "Why don't you go downstairs. The buyers would like a small demonstration of the merchandise."
Selena had become the timid little rabbit Michael met in the restaurant. She separated from Patrick and said, "I'll meet you outside." She was about to leave, but Patrick pulled her back to him and kissed her deeply. He sent one of his guards to follow her as she ran from the room, her head bowed in shame.
Patrick commented to her retreating form for Michael's benefit, "She is such a beautiful woman. She is so desirable yet kind and vulnerable."
Michael finished, "Perfect to manipulate, even if you have to beat her to keep her in line."
Patrick agreed, "Yes, My Friend." He looked spitefully into Michael's eyes and said, "It was even enjoyable punishing her. But what could I do. It has not been easy keeping her in the game. I must admit I thought I had driven away her fighting, independent spirit. She became the perfect toy for me to play with. But then you came along. My greatest mistake."
Michael replied in disgust, "What?"
Patrick smiled, "Yes, you almost had her, Mr. Knight. You took my queen, you know, Mr. Knight. You almost had me in checkmate. But I was able to take back two pawns and then I used them to get my queen back. Oh, she had to suffer because of you! Now, Sir, I have all the pieces to this game. Know that I will be in control and I will win!"
Michael scowled, "Quit talking in riddles and games!"
Patrick continued sneering, "I don't need you, Knight. But because Selena seems to like you, she begged me to keep you alive. OH you should have seen her beg me for your life...I must say I enjoyed that immensely. Oh but she begged me not to tell you about that." He stepped closer to Michael and got in his face, "She also doesn't want me to tell you that I forced her to go along with the rest of my game. She is afraid you will try to play the hero for both of you. But that is exactly why I am telling you. Don't do anything to disrupt this game and be inconsiderate to me, your host. Remember I hold everything!"
Michael tried to surge forward, "I'll see you in hell before I stay here another moment!"
Patrick drew his gun on Michael and stepped out of reach of the chain holding him to the wall. He spoke in a deadly tone, "Not even you can stop a bullet, Knight! If you try anything else, you will watch me slowly torture, then kill Selena." He was about to leave, saying, "Now, why don't you just make yourself comfortable. Watch the show!" He pointed toward the window.
Alone again Michael thought about what had just transpired in front of him. He understood exactly what Patrick was doing. He looked out the window to see Selena getting into KITT. A head of her was an obstacle course to test KITT's abilities for some of Patrick's partners, who were standing around waiting to watch the demonstration.
Inside KITT, Selena was arguing with KITT to get him to cooperate. She spat, "KITT, don't get stubborn!"
"Where is Michael?" demanded KITT.
Frustrated she bit back, "KITT! You know where he is! Now, please, I have stuck my neck out to keep your partner alive. Patrick wants to kill him! If you don't give in...."
Patrick had come outside and entered the obstacle course area. He called, "Selena, My Toy. Would you come here please?"
Selena looked over at him, her eyes first searching the attic room's window where Michael was watching the activity below. Looking back at Patrick, she said, "I'll be right there." She whispered inside, "KITT, Think about what I said!" Getting out, she rushed over to Patrick.
Patrick took her into his arms and ordered, "Kiss me and smile!" He did not even give her a chance to cooperate, but took what he wanted, his mouth descending upon hers.
Selena tried to fight him at first, but gave in after realizing whom this demonstration was for. With KITT listening to her conversation with Patrick through Michael's watch on her wrist, she disengaged herself from Patrick's arms and said with revulsion, "That is all you will ever get from me! So when can we stop this stupid charade?"
Patrick laid his hands on her hips to keep her from standing too far away from him. He smiled at her, "When I prove to your friend up there that I am in total control here. Now as for your other demand...I've already proved I can and will have more than that whenever and wherever I want! Do you need another demonstration?"
Selena shrank back and said, "No, Sir."
Grabbing her ass he said, "Good. I have a surprise for you."
Selena asked hesitantly, "What now?"
Patrick turned her around (KITT following their every step) and walked with her over to the garage. Sitting in the driveway was a blue van. The side door opened and a man got out. Patrick said generously, "I've decided to reward you by letting you see your sisters."
Selena looked at him, hoping that he wasn't playing another game. She said, "Where?"
Patrick instructed, "Don't try anything and don't scare them! You can see them for just a few seconds."
Selena's eyes filled with tears as she said, "Why are you teasing me like this?"
Patrick explained, "I want to give you an incentive to do what you are told." He wiped away her tears as he said, "Straighten up, Selena, look happy. Tell them to do what their told by my men and behave. Talk to Jasmine! You can thank me later."
Up in the attic room, Michael watched Patrick maneuver around Selena. It made him angry that Patrick could manipulate her so easily. He viewed the pair standing in front of the van. Patrick motioned to the guard standing outside it. The guard helped two young girls step out. Michael watched Selena pull away from Patrick and embrace her sisters. Patrick looked up to make sure Michael saw everything. After a few seconds, he tapped Selena's shoulder, letting her know that her time was up. Patrick said, "We are running off schedule, Selena." The guard put the girls back into the van and it disappeared out of the gate. Michael watched Patrick escort Selena back to KITT. Patrick asked, "Are you satisfied that they are still in good health?"
Selena asked, "Where are you taking them?"
Patrick said, "When the job is completed, you'll see them again. Now, are you going to finish the game?"
Selena replied in resignation, "Let's just get this over with!"
Patrick ordered, "Give a good show for my clients. I want them to see first hand what this baby is capable of." He patted KITT's hood and walked away.
Selena leaned against KITT, watching Patrick conversing with his guests. She thought about how cruel he was to dangle her sisters in front of her. She was angry with him, with herself. Tears that she thought were all cried out, began to swell up in her eyes. Blinking them away, she took a deep breath and opened KITT's door. Sitting down comfortably, she challenged, "Well, are you ready to cooperate!" Without giving him a chance to answer, she programmed him and started the ignition. She demanded, "Don't prevent me from operating you, KITT! I'm gonna give him a show he'll never forget!"
KITT did not put up a fight, instead he promised, "Let's do this for Jasmine and Tina!" and helped her maneuver through some of his tougher, more complicated functions. Finally, they were about to demonstrate his laser, but Selena decided, "Let's not show them that, KITT. We may need it, if we can find a way out of this mess!" His comment about her sisters nudged the growth of the idea that KITT was more than "just a car". Pulling KITT up to the gentlemen watching at the end of the course, Selena got out and explained some of the added functions inside KITT. She purposely left out that he was able to converse intelligently, his surveillance mechanism, being connected to him via Michael's wrist communicator, and the fact that he had been recording everything that had transpired since they had arrived there.
Patrick asked, "How would you keep in contact with it, if you are not inside it?"
Selena crossed her fingers and lied, "I don't know. I don't think you can."
Another man asked, "How does it relay information?"
Selena pointed to the screen, where KITT supplied information for her and she explained, "This prints out information like maps. It can link with other computers and print out that information...anything you need."
Patrick pointed to the little button marked "Laser" on the console and then the one marked "Turbo boost" and asked, "What are those?"
Selena shook her head in ignorance, "I don't know, it is malfunctioning."
Patrick replied in unbelief, "Selena? That many things cannot be malfunctioning on this beautiful machine. This is supposed to be the most sophisticated computerized automobile in the United States."
Selena remarked in ridicule, "Tell me about it! The prize of the Foundation for Law and Government is a piece of junk! But want can I do!"
Patrick thought, "Can it be fixed by that computer specialist, Bonnie...what's her name?"
Selena looked at him quickly and said, "I...don't think you want.... Why don't you ask its owner if he can fix it?"
Jerry Lennox added, "Besides, Patrick, we all ready have too many loose ends. We don't need anymore."
Patrick pulled out a large envelope, "Here. It is everything you'll need to complete the next level later this afternoon."
Selena took the envelope and placed it on KITT's dashboard. She said, "What am I suppose to do until then?"
Patrick walked her up the path to his home and suggested, his hand resting suggestively on her back, "You could go rest in my room, My Toy. We could play a special game of chess." He knew where his hand rested caused her some pain, her blouse becoming moist from some of her wounds still open. He felt her stiffen, watched her eyes glaze over, and smiled at his handy work.
Selena could not outright refuse him but she knew she could not go with him. She disengaged herself from his hand and said, "Maybe later, Patrick. I need to have some lunch and change my clothes." Without waiting for his approval, she took off for the house. She tried to shower, trying to clean her wounds without causing herself more pain. She changed into a silk pink blouse and soft beige, brushed suede skirt before making lunch. She braced herself for another confrontation with Michael as she loaded his lunch tray. She steeled her face and entered the attic room, "I brought you lunch, Mr. Knight."
Michael replied softly, as if he were afraid of frightening off a deer, "Thank you."
She looked at him...desperation in her eyes, the rest of her face cold and distant, "Did you watch the demonstration?
"Yes, did KITT put up much of a fight?"
Selena smiled, "No, HE knows when to give in."
Michael replied, "Yes, I believe that. No matter what, KITT would never betray his friends."
Selena stated, "I see that Patrick allowed your chain to be removed. I hope you were not uncomfortable," ignoring his comment.
Michael wanted to hold her and love her into coming to her senses, but he knew that would only confuse her more and give Patrick more leverage over her. He knew that he had made a tiny hole in her wall from her refusal to comment to him. He chose his words carefully, "I guess after Your Master gave me a demonstration of his 'so called' insurance, he figured I'd be safe. By the way, how are your sisters? Or were they a lie too?"
She looked back at him and calmly slapped his face. She returned to pouring a glass of soda and remarked bitterly, "You know I was not lieing about them! You saw them yourself!"
Michael stopped her from her task. His cheek still stung, but he gently made her face him. He apologized, "I know you were not lieing, I should not have said that. We have to get away from here."
Selena pulled away, "Don't do that! We have no choice but to do what he wants! Just accept things as they are and we will all come out of this with our lives. Let Patrick have his way!"
Michael spat, "You mean take his orders...play his game! Let him get away with stealing dangerous weapons from the government...and let him have KITT! What does he plan to do with KITT? What was that demonstration for?"
Selena bit her lip and replied anxiously, "I have to go. Patrick will be looking for me."
Michael pleaded, "Selena, don't run from me. I am not going to hurt you! Devon and I have been trying to help you!"
From the look of rage that entered Selena's eyes, Michael knew he had just said something very wrong. With mockery in her voice, she laughed, "Help me! Devon? Oh, you mean when he was suppose to protect my sisters and keep them out of Patrick's hands! Did you see them, Michael! Did you see them in that van! Are they under Devon's protection now! NO! That van is their prison now and that is what Devon's protection got them!"
Michael argued quietly, trying to keep her from becoming hysterical, "You can't blame him for this."
She challenged, "Oh yes I can! He advised me to let them go to school instead of staying at the Foundation! He promised they would be guarded at all times! So they went to school!" She pushed him back a little to make a point, "That was when Patrick decided to make them the prize in this game of his! He showed up at MY home, made me watch his men grab them and then they disappeared! I tried…I tried to fight him, but Patrick (Her words were labored and helpless)…Patrick. He did this..." She showed him the marks of the telephone cord still slightly visible around her wrists. "He pushed me against my own counter and..." She almost spilled everything that Patrick had done to her that afternoon...instead she looked at Michael with disgust and bitterly accused, "Where were you...Devon sent you on some errand! He did not even warn the cops that Patrick might try to trick the guard that was suppose to be outside my door! NO...Devon put us in harms way...I have to pay Patrick's price and so does he!"
Michael was speechless at all Selena had revealed in her angry hysteria. She was justifying everything she had done by blaming Devon and the Foundation...it consumed her. Finally digesting all that she had said, he asked, "What are you going to do now?"
Selena's anger subsided a bit. She replied softly, "Just what I am told to do."
Michael asked, "And who is going to protect you and your sisters now? What if he decides to kill them anyway?" He held her arm to make her look at him, "What if he uses them to force you into something else?"
Selena laughed, "You mean like getting into his bed? We both know it is too late! He didn't need to threaten me...didn't even care whether I cooperated or not...just took what he wanted from me like he has before! As a matter of fact, he dragged my away from you this morning to...to punish me for letting you...for us..." Now that her shame was so explicitly spelled out, she looked at him in deep pain and sobbed from the pit of her misery, "Does that satisfy you! Does knowing I prostitute myself to him to protect my family…to protect you make you see how much power he has! Will that make you cooperate?"
Michael was not prepared for that bit of knowledge. His heart hurt for her, wanted to cry for her...wanted to kill Patrick. That was not what he was going to suggest that Patrick might force her into doing. He did already suspect that, but not to the extent and viciousness she had just confessed to. He gently wiped the tear that slowly sank down her cheek, her eyes now averting his completely. He pushed softly, "I didn't mean that, Selena. I am sorry, I didn't know."
Selena spoke harshly, "How could you."
Michael took a breath and then continued trying to get her to give in to him. He suggested, "OK, Selena. Now that Patrick has forced you to play his game...what if the next move is for you to kill someone?"
Selena knew exactly who Patrick would try to force her to kill to prove her loyalty to him. She looked at Michael and said, "I will protect you as much as I can, Michael. I'm doing the best that I can."
Michael hugged her and said, "I know you are. But you must think about the possibility of what would happen if you can't! Who will play Judson's game then? How will you satisfy his passion for games...hunting...killing for sport? Remember what he did to Caiti?"
Selena's anger was rekindled. She thought, "How dare he use my friend against me!" Yet deep down she knew Michael was right. She cast that thought into the trash reminding herself that all he cared about was convincing her to help him escape, not caring about her sisters or her. She was becoming more confused and very frustrated. She went back to the tray of food and began rearranging it again, slamming things down as she attempted to pull her rage into submission.
Michael repeated, "What are you going to do?"
Her eyes were now blurry with tears and she wept, "I don't know! Stop it!"
Michael said, "Come on, Selena. Let me get us out of this mess! Give me KITT back!"
He was about to walk over to her to try to calm her down. But she picked up a glass and said, "That's what you've been after all along!"
Michael replied, "No, Selena. I want to help us get out of this mess you got us into!"
"Me!" She cried, "No! Stop It! You are just trying to confuse me...manipulate me! You are no better than Patrick! And I am tired of being used! I'm tired of both of you!" She was shouting at him and squeezing the glass in her hands tightly. She banged it against the tray several times, Michael afraid it was going to break in her hands and cut her. He reached out for her only to find that glass being hurled at his head. She picked up another glass and threatened, "Don't you come near me!" Michael ducked, the glass crashing into the wall behind him, after it missed his head by a few inches. Realizing what she did, Selena dumped the tray on the ground and ran out of the room, shouting something back at Michael. Everything she had bottled up inside was ready and waiting to explode. Pounding on Patrick's private study's door, she demanded permission to get moving. After getting the rest of her instructions, she was told that she had an hour and a half to complete the job. Then she took off in KITT, while Michael watched from above.
In a fury Selena drove out of the mountains, taking out her frustrations on the road and KITT. Her tears began flowing silently, almost blurring her vision to the point of interrupting her driving as she thought about what had happened just minutes before. Her thoughts went over their conversation and all that she had revealed to Michael. She was very agitated and becoming reckless on the road. Without her noticing, KITT had taken over to prevent her from getting into an accident. She felt herself calming down and then begin to float until her eyes became heavy. She drifted to sleep. KITT had taken over driving while using a new defense mechanism that was installed to prevent thieves from stealing him. The device released a sedative-type gas into the ventilation system of the car. While she slept, KITT decided it would be a good idea to find her a place where she could think and calm down. His artificially induced sleep helped her relax as he drove them down into a deep ravine into a semi-private beach half-surrounded by rocks and high cliffs. It was here that Selena realized just how special KITT was to Michael and now her. He had saved her life more than once. This, plus all that Michael had said to her, swirled through her thoughts; making things become a little clearer. She snapped awake; began looking around at the quiet, restful setting before her; and wondered how she had gotten there. KITT asked, concerned, "Feeling better?"
She responded, "What?" Still a little confused as to what had happened to her.
KITT repeated, "Are you feeling better?"
Selena took a long deep breath, "Yeah, I guess, I'm feeling a little better. What happened?"
KITT explained, "You had become quite hysterical, Selena. I brought you here so you could calm down. Michael always likes to take a walk when he needs some time to think."
Selena was confused, "But..." She was going to ask how could a computer care for someone; but Michael's words came floating back to her thoughts. She finally said, "I'm very sorry, KITT, for all of this. Please understand I did it for Michael as well as my sisters."
KITT didn't want to get "mushy" so he remarked, "Never mind. Let's just do what we're suppose to do and get out of here."
She hesitated, "KITT, Can you find my sisters?"
KITT affirmed, "I'll work on it."
She admitted, "You know that Patrick plans to auction you off with the other weapons?"
KITT replied, "That's why you had to give that demonstration this morning?"
Selena resolved, "If I knew where he was keeping my sisters, I could let Michael go through with that plan of his!" Looking over the instructions, she told KITT it was time to go and they drove out of her peaceful sanctuary. As she drove to the address listed, she got an idea. She requested, "KITT, contact Devon for me." When she was safely parked off to the shoulder of the road across from Edward's Air Force Base, she withdrew a small 38-caliber gun from her purse. Earlier that morning, she had stolen it from Patrick's gun cabinet in his game room. She asked, "KITT, is this the place?"
KITT confirmed, "Yes, Selena."
Selena agreed, "Good." Looking through the manila envelope, she pulled out the rest of her instructions, a list of what she was suppose to steal, and a specially made driver's license. Putting it through KITT's computer, she said, "Make sure everything is in order." While rereading the instructions, she heard Devon trying to call Michael. As soon as he was visible on the video screen, she told KITT to let him hear her. She demanded, "Keep quiet, Mr. Miles. Listen very closely. Meet me outside Edwards Air Force Base in five minutes. Come alone or you will never see Michael or KITT again." Then she told KITT to jam the rest of the signal.
A few minutes later, Devon and Bonnie parked alongside the road where Selena impatiently waited. As soon as they were completely stopped, she put her sunglasses on to prevent anyone seeing the bruise Patrick had given her earlier. She walked around to the car to meet Devon halfway. She inquired, "Anyone follow you?"
Devon's eyes immediately noticed Michael's watch on Selena's wrist. He replied, "No, where is Michael?"
"Out of my way." She pulled out the gun and said, "Get in, Mr. Miles." She opened KITT's passenger-side door and made Devon get inside. Seeing this, Bonnie jumped out of their car and demanded to know where Selena was taking Devon. Selena closed the door behind Devon. While She threatened Bonnie from following her, KITT quickly replayed some of the video he'd recorded that afternoon...including Selena hugging her sisters before they were taken away in the van. Selena opened the car door after she ordered, "Don't follow me. If you want to see Devon alive, you will remain right here until I come back. If he behaves that is."
She programmed KITT to go to their next destination. She stored her gun inside her purse. Then handed Devon her instructions and demanded, "This is my price! You have to help me get it."
Devon tried to stall, "What's happened, Selena. Where is Michael? Please don't let Judson make you help him anymore. I can protect you."
Selena ignored him, not wanting her anger to flare up at him. She still blamed him for endangering her sisters and it angered her that he was now trying to prevent her from saving Michael's life as well. Devon didn't like the cold silence that kept slapping his face every time he tried to approach her in kindness. He persisted, "Are you going to tell me where Michael is?"
Selena shot back, "I know...you can help me. Well, Mr. Miles, prove it." She turned into the driveway leading into the airbase and stopped by the guard's station. While they waited for the guard, Selena replied, "Now is your first chance to prove yourself, Mr. Miles. Do you value the lives of Michael and My sisters as well I do! I know KITT showed you that Patrick has them all!"
Before Devon could respond, a young officer in his early twenties wearing a uniform and a pistol to his side strode to the side of the car. He requested, "Afternoon, Ma'am, who are you here to see?"
Devon leaned over with his clearance ID in hand, "Afternoon, Sergeant Weaver, I'm here to see Major Thomas."
The Sergeant affirmed, looking over Devon's ID. He greeted, "Hello Mr. Miles, as soon as I see the ID of your lovely friend, I can let you through."
Selena smiled in a flirtaeous manner, "Here you go, Sergeant." She handed him the ID that Patrick had given her. When confusion appeared on the young man's face, Selena innocently inquired, "Is there anything wrong?"
"No, Miss Knight," he answered, "It is just that I've never heard of a girl named Michael before." Devon raised his eyebrow at the officer's obvious attempt to flirt with Selena and curiosity over him referring to her as Michael Knight.
Selena blushed prettily and laughed, "You are a bright young man. That was my mother's cleaver way to spell 'Michelle'."
Sergeant Weaver smiled, "Cute. Here." He handed her back their ID's and said, "I'll let you through. Nice seeing you again, Mr. Miles." He directed, "The visitors office is straight back, past those offices and to the right. They will direct you from there."
Selena waved at him, "Thanks, Sergeant," as she drove through the gates. Breathing easier she followed Devon's directions to the administrative buildings on the base. Sitting in the parking lot, she was very grateful for Devon's help at the gate. She decided to give him another chance, "Devon, you have to come up with a way to end this."
Devon tested her, "Selena, is Patrick holding Michael and your sisters together?"
Selena shook her head, "NO" She had been toying with her sunglasses, before putting them back on her face. The word "no" was barely audible.
"What?" asked Devon.
Selena repeated, "No. Patrick...he...took them away from me. I don't know where they are."
Devon replied in sympathy, "I am truly sorry, Selena."
She faced him, her temper rising a bit, "You are sorry! You should be! It was your fault they were taken! You promised me that you would protect them and you fai...oh just never mind." Selena knocked her glasses askew in her outburst giving Devon a good glimpse of her black eye. Selena opened her door, preventing him from confronting her about it or anything else. She scowled, "Let's just get this over with! I'm running out of time as it is!"
Devon joined her as they walked into the Administration Building together. They were lead through the lobby up to Major Thomas' office by a young female officer. In Major Thomas' office, Selena impatiently inquired, "How are you going to get me out of trouble?"
Devon replied, "I'm not. I'm going to give you exactly what you wanted."
Selena was astonished and she protested, "What? But you can't..."
Devon smiled at her outburst and explained, "Just listen. I'm going to get the things that Judson wants; but there is a catch."
Selena asked, "What is it?"
"We've got to tell Major Thomas what is going on so he can take the necessary precautions."
Selena questioned, "Devon! Michael and my sisters will be killed if we do that!"
Knowing that he didn't have time to explain further, he reassured, "Selena, we just have to trust each other. I want to trust you...can you trust me?" Before they could talk about it anymore, Major Thomas walked in and greeted them. Selena noticed that his dark-blue uniform, which was still neatly pressed in the middle of the afternoon, added a distinguished flare to the slightly gray-haired, but good-looking gentleman. It appeared that Devon and the Major were old friends.
After the gentlemen greeted each other, Major Thomas smiled warmly toward the young lady uncomfortably standing next to his friend. He inquired, "Devon, aren't you going to introduce me to this lovely young lady?"
Devon smiled appropriately, "Ben, this is Selena Kirk, one of the Foundation's newest employees."
Major Thomas grasped Selena's outreached hand in friendship and greeted, "Nice to meet you, Miss Kirk. Well, Devon, What is the purpose for this visit."
After he invited them to take a seat, Devon proceeded to tell the Major what was going on. Selena listened distantly, her mind wandering, worrying about her sisters and what they must be going through. Withdrawing further, she thought about Michael being cooped up in that little attic room, and their argument that seemed to constantly stay in her thoughts. Suddenly, she realized that she hadn't been paying attention. So, she turned her thoughts back to the conversation at hand. Devon and the Major were trying to figure a way to get the hostages out safely without giving out dangerous classified information and materials. Devon suggested that they get the things that Judson wanted, look them over, and then figure out what to do with them later. He noticed Selena's lack of attention and anxiety tightening up in her neck. He was afraid that she would turn on him again and then he would lose what little trust he had gained from her. He decided not to blow his plan by telling her about it. As the gentlemen stood up to leave, Selena apprehensively said, "What's wrong?"
As Devon walked into another room, Major Thomas lagged behind and answered, "We'll be back. We're going to take a look at the weapons on that list of yours."
Selena asked, "Shouldn't I be with you?"
Major Thomas replied, "You don't have the proper security clearance. Now, Miss Kirk, I suggest you sit here quietly and relax a bit. You have a lot to prepare for, My dear. But take heart, your courage will get you through this." His stern stare withered away when he smiled with concern for her situation; then, he left her alone.
Alone in his office, Selena felt very unprotected. She could feel an icy finger caress her back when the door opened behind her. Cautiously turning around, she found herself caught by Patrick's right hand, his partner. This man joined Patrick in her nightmares and she feared him as much as Patrick. He was the same man who had met her at the restaurant when she kidnapped Michael. Acting quickly, she eased out of the chair and tried to escape out the backdoor, where Devon and the Major had just gone through. The intruder, also wearing the insignia of the rank of Major on his uniform, blocked her path. He backed her into the desk. Thinking quickly, she masqueraded her fear as irritation. As she checked out his identification card, She sassed, "What are you doing here? Are you trying to mess up this operation?" She pushed past him and said, "Did Patrick send you to check up on me, 'Major Lenox'?" She plopped down in the chair in front of the desk.
Lenox said, "Why aren't you following Patrick's orders? He'll be very disappointed when he finds out who you're with."
Selena evaded his antagonistic remark, repeating, "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"
In return, Lenox ignored her demand, "Just forget about me. I suggest you finish this job right..."
She bit back before he could finish Patrick's already overused threat, "I'm getting exactly what he wants! Just differently! I'm trying not to attract attention to myself and blow the whole thing up!"
A low hum of voices sifted through the back corridor into the office. Lenox watched Selena's hand go protectively to her purse and he used the distraction to grab the bag from her. He opened her bag and smiled, "Well, Well...What do we have here. Patrick said it was missing."
Selena tried to fight him, rising out of her chair saying, "I took that to protect myself, to get Mr. Miles to cooperate."
Lennox nearly hit her. Instead he just forced her to sit back into the chair and spoke to her as if speaking to a child, "Now you will be using this to clean up the mess you made here."
She asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Lenox ordered, "Get rid of Miles and Thomas! Patrick will be waiting for you to return."
Selena asked, "Wait, you are not going to tell him about this will you?"
Lenox got in her face and said, "He guessed you would do this, Toy, I promised to check on you for him." Selena's eyes flew at him, his use of Patrick's hated nickname for her coming from his lips. He said, "Do you know he's promised to reward me for telling him. You'll never guess what I've asked for." He caressed the spot where her tattoo formed on her back, "Remember My Needles, P's Toy!" He laughed cruelly at the look in her eyes. The hum of voices was heard just beyond the door. Lenox threatened, "If you want Patrick to forgive you, Toy, use that to get rid of them. Your sisters are counting on you!" He caressed her hair as he stood, "Please, Lovely Selena, don't let them down!" He vanished outside the door just as Devon and Major Thomas came back.
Selena rose from her chair and went to stand by the window, the gun hidden in her hand. She turned her back toward them and faced the window, only half-listening to their conversation. Her mind was preoccupied with Michael, and Devon's advice and Lenox's threats. Visions of her sisters being dragged away by Patrick's men, unsure of what she was going to do next. She toyed with the pistol in her hand, making sure the safety was off, thinking how nice it would be if she could use it on Patrick instead. She whispered into the wrist communicator and ordered, "KITT, come over here under Major Thomas' window and wait for me."
Devon asked, "Selena, what did you say? Haven't you been listening to me?"
Selena turned around slowly, aiming the gun at the two gentlemen. Her eyes iced over, her demeanor rock solid. She ordered, "Sit down, Dev...Mr. Miles, don't speak! Major, do you have what I want?"
Major Thomas questioned, "What is the meaning of this? I thought..."
Anticipating his remarks, she answered, "You thought wrong, Major! Now, answer my question."
Major Thomas looked at Devon then returned his eyes to Selena. He wasn't sure what to do, since everything they put together was either falsified or malfunctioning. He said, "Here! This folder contains all the information you need."
Selena scanned the contents. She recalled exactly what should be on it from the lists she had put together with Patrick for the illegal auction weeks earlier. Paging back through, she noticed something missing. Her expression reflected her frustration, "What are you trying to pull, Major! Devon, what were you trying to accomplish by not including the files on WSW or the EIFS. Where is the report on those surface to air missiles?"
Major Thomas answered defensively, "I can't just hand out information on chemicals or weapons that would jeopardize millions of lives in the wrong hands!"
Selena retaliated, "Then you didn't have the weapon made ready to ship out, did you?"
Major Thomas countered, "I can't just hand over missiles to murders!"
She reminded him fiercely, "Major! Don't you realize that there are already three lives in the hands of those murderers? They are depending on you to save them! Devon, Michael's life is one of them! Make him get what I need to save him or I will!"
Devon tried to calm her down. He didn't understand what caused her to become unglued again, but whatever it was had frightened her to near hysterics. He stood up from the chair he had taken when he first entered the room and said softly, "All right, Selena. But you are not making this very easy! Put down the gun!"
"I wanted your assistance, not patronization!" Selena ordered him to sit down. "Don't mess this up! You're lucky, Devon, I'm suppose to kill you both!" Moving slowly, she edged up behind Major Thomas, her gun in his ear. She proceeded to dictate her instructions, ordering him to pick up the phone and give the order to have all of the weapons delivered to an address that she had written on a piece of paper, which she handed him. She added that the orders be sent through Major Lennox's office and that he wasn't to give her away or Devon would be shot. Reluctantly Major Thomas followed her instructions, while she looked back through the manila folder. She quickly wrote a note explaining what had happened and to let everything go through as Patrick planned until Michael, Jasmine, and Tina were safe. She folded the note just as Major Thomas hung up the phone. Then she ordered, "Devon, tie up your friend." She went over to the window, pulled enough of the blind's cord down and then cut some off with scissors she took from Major Thomas' desk. She threw the rope to Devon.
When both men were bound to their chairs, Selena quickly wrote down the address to Patrick's Cliffside mansion and the names of some of his accomplices, including Major Lennox. She stuffed it into Devon's jacket pocket saying, "Don't use this until everyone is safe! Whether or not you can pull this off is your problem. I'm going to get back my sisters even if it means killing Patrick myself!" She looked at her watch and fretted, "Stay here for 10 minutes. I am so late, Patrick is going to punish me for sure." It was very evident that she was bordering on a nervous breakdown and becoming dangerous to herself. She made sure KITT was perfectly underneath the window. She stowed the gun back in her purse after making sure the safety was on; took a deep breath, held the files she was suppose to steal, and jumped. She landed softly in KITT's drivers seat.
As she drove back to the mansion, she tried to think where Patrick could have taken her sisters. Her thoughts were interrupted by Devon trying to call her. She ignored him and begged KITT to block his calls. KITT suggested, "Maybe you should let him talk to you."
Selena stubbornly replied, "No, he couldn't protect me and Patrick knows I talked to him." She drove through the gates of Patrick's mansion. She noticed how quiet the place had become since she left. Everything seemed to be motionless, almost deserted or...dead. She sat still for a moment after parking. She laid her head back, thinking about what was going to happen to her, Michael, and her sisters. Only the silent hum of KITT's surveillance mode played in her ears, relaxing her mind before she had to jump back into her problems. KITT warned of the guard coming towards her. She replied, "Thanks, KITT. Oh, and when Michael gets in here, no matter what, take off!" Before KITT could find out what she meant or do anything about it, she got out and greeted the man that was waiting for her. Upon reaching him, she demanded, "Where is Patrick?"
"He'll be with you soon. He's instructed me to escort you back to your room," responded the guard.
"But I'm allowed to go where I want?" she protested.
"Just come with me, Selena," requested the man. "Oh," he took her purse, "You won't need this." He pulled the revolver out of it.
Selena grabbed her purse back and walked quietly along side the guard to the attic room. There she was left alone, not even Michael was there. "That's funny," She thought. Then she banged on the locked door until the guard came back. He opened the door and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Where is Mr. Knight?" she demanded.
"He'll be back. You just keep yourself quiet. Mr. Judson is angry enough without you making it worse." He pushed her back inside the room and closed the door.
Walking over to the bureau, she automatically removed Michael's watch, placing it where he could see it. She removed the hated bracelets and necklace from her neck and threw them across the room. She went into the bathroom and gently washed the wounds around her wrists and then her face. She looked with deep sorrow at her blood sliding down the drain. She closed her eyes trying to become numb, trying to forget everything. She pushed herself away from the mirror and went back into the little attic room. She looked around and saw that her mess had been cleaned up. That little scene filled her memory again. Feeling cooped up, she went over to her bay-window hideaway.
Curling up was easy, but she found relaxing difficult. She opened the window again. Down below, she caught a glimpse of Patrick and two of his buddies looking over KITT, trying to get inside. Patrick said something to someone she couldn't see. The guard trying to open the car door, gave up and punched the window in frustration. A small giggle escaped when KITT rolled over his foot and mumbled, "Keep your hands to yourself!" She turned her attention away from what was happening on the ground. She stared out at the ocean, breathing in its wonderful cleansing winds. Her peace was disturbed by voices below as one of Patrick's men advised, "Patrick, Joe called. He wants out. He doesn't like babysitting."
Patrick replied, "Tell him to take it easy. I only need a few more hours and then we can dump them."
The hope for her sisters' return turned to fear. She stared out at the ocean, trying to pretend that she had not heard Patrick's callous orders. Scanning the water, her eyes rested on a small cabin cruiser about a mile from shore. Jumping out of the seat, she grabbed for Michael's watch, "KITT! There is a boat just beyond that cliff in the water! Can you check it out?"
KITT asked, "Are you talking about that small craft about a mile from shore?"
Selena was now standing on her knees atop the seat of the bay window, shading her eyes for better vision. "That's it!" KITT listened to her rambling, "It belongs to Patrick doesn't it?"
She was so caught up in her thoughts; she had not noticed Michael being escorted back into the room. Michael was not expecting to find her inside the attic prison. He remembered how fragile she was when she left him last time and knew he could not make the mistake of pushing her. He carefully approached the bay window trying to find out what she had found so interesting. He said, "Selena?" She ignored him. He stood behind her to see what she was looking at. He heard her whispering worriedly to herself, slowly becoming confused and upset again.
Selena felt the world closing in on her. She had tried so hard to keep everyone she loved alive but everything she did failed. Michael's words to her came crashing into her mind and she whispered, "He's gonna kill us all!"
Michael physically turned her to face him and lifted her chin to his. He asked, "What did you say, Selena?"
Her look of resignation and defeat killed him. She was looking to him for help, as she repeated, "He's going to kill all of us? Isn't he, Michael?" When Michael hesitated, she hit him, "Isn't he!"
Michael kissed the hand that had smacked him, "You don't know that," He soothed trying to keep her calm.
"I'm so sorry, Michael. You were right and I did not listen!" she blurted.
Michael pressed her into his arms. He offered, "What makes you think so? Tell me, what's happened to make you feel unsure?"
Selena dropped her arms and turned back toward the window. Her emotions were crumbling to pieces one by one and the one that was building in force was her anger; born out of panic. She said, "You'll never believe how cruel he is. He doesn't even care about two helpless young girls." She calmly pointed out, "Do you see that boat out there? My sisters are on that boat!"
He tried to make it seem as if she was over-reacting. He said, "Do you know that for sure. That might not even belong to Judson." Michael suggested, "Why don't you ask KITT to give you some information on it."
Selena gave him his watch and said, "I did ask him! Here...you find out what he told me!"
Michael took it from her and said, "Hey, Buddy! She treatin' ya OK?"
KITT replied, "I've just had to do all the work!"
Michael asked, "OK, give me the information on that boat."
KITT supplied, "Like I said, Michael, it does belong to Patrick." Michael held on to Selena's hand as KITT revealed the rest of the information, "It's been in contact with a phone in this house since we've been back." He interjected, "As a matter of fact, Michael, there's a call being transmitted right now."
Selena took the watch back and ordered, "Tap into it, KITT."
KITT didn't wait for Michael to confirm, but allowed them access to the conversation between Patrick's guard and the boat. They heard the guard tell the guy, Joe, to bring the boat back to the docks. Joe asked about Patrick's answer to his question. The guard repeated Patrick's message. Joe laughed that it would be interesting to watch the little one fight the sharks. The guard's enthusiastic reply was enough to put Selena over the edge. Then another voice got on the phone and ordered Joe to dump his cargo overboard. The message was blocked by interference leaving the rest to Selena's imagination. When the interference cleared, they heard Joe asking, "What's happened?"
Before Michael could hear the rest, Selena cut KITT off and said, "I've heard enough! He's gonna pay!" She pulled away hysterically threatening, "I'll kill him!"
She started for the door, but Michael restrained her practically lifting her off the ground to keep her from moving. "Where do you think you are going?"
She fumed, struggling to make him let her go, "I am going to kill him!" Unnoticed due to her struggling, Michael's watch sank to the rug, resting comfortably next to the seat by the window. In the meantime, Selena was now yelling loud enough for everyone to hear.
Michael clasped his hand over her mouth, smothering her screams, "Would you shut up! Selena, are trying to get us killed!" He got her to pay attention to him. He tried to make her listen to him, "We know where your sisters are? Right!" She nodded, his hand still covering his mouth. He continued, "I'll get your sisters out of there safe and sound. But don't blow it for us!"
He almost had her ready to listen but one of the guards banged on the locked door and ordered, "Stop yelling! Mr. Judson doesn't want anymore of your uncontrolled tantrums, Selena!"
Selena bit Michael's hand and shouted at the door, "Tell, MR Judson...." Michael used his other hand to smother the rest of what she wanted to say. He held her down while she savagely and frustratedly kicked him. When he refused to retaliate and just held her until her rage was released and she could no longer fight him, she finally relaxed in his arms and cried, "I have to do something. I know why he gave that order. Why that boat is even here! He will never let them go and we're dead too. I have really messed this up! I should have followed his instructions to the letter. I should not have tried to play the hero." Michael waited patiently, sitting down with her on the cushion, his arms still locked around her. He listened as she explained what happened with Devon and the Air force base, about being caught. She concluded, "Michael, I'm sure that Patrick has been warned by now. Even if Devon had Lenox arrested, I know he has..."
Michael looked at her and pleaded, "Then we have got to get out of here. Help me escape!"
Selena nodded, "What do you want me to do?"
Michael looked around, "Where's my communicator?"
Selena replied, following his eyes around the little room, "I don't know. It was here a minute ago. Remember I gave it back to you."
She was about to look for it, but Michael stopped her, saying, "We don't have time." He instructed, "Go to the door and call the guard. Make him come in here." He grabbed an empty glass bottle, "When he comes in, I'm gonna grab him from behind and knock his gun out of his hand. When I've got a hold of him, you hit him on the head. Ready?"
The guard came to the door and replied, "What do you want?"
Selena replied frantically, "Get in here! Knight's trying to bust the window! I can't stop him, he's cuffed me to the chair."
The guard opened the door and didn't see Michael anywhere. He did see Selena standing in front of him pretending to be linked to the chair. The guy entered the room and demanded, "What's going on in here? What kind of games are you trying to pull!" As he got closer, Michael jumped him and knocked the gun across the room. Michael couldn't hold him long enough for Selena to hit him. Selena did try to swing at him and missed. The guard sent a punch at Michael face and Michael shouted at Selena, "Would you hit him already?"
Greg the guard said, "What?"
Selena lifted the bottle over her head and said, "Like this?" as she brought it crashing down on the guard's head, the glass shattering into a hundred pieces. The guard turned to face her. He staggered towards her but Michael grabbed him and sent a punch into his mouth then tossed him to the bed unconscious. Michael grabbed the handcuffs and leashed the guy to the bed.
The couple briefly congratulated each other and ran out of the room and out to KITT. But their victory turned to failure when they were stopped two feet from the safety of KITT. Several guns surrounded them and Patrick smiled, "Going so soon? How rude. Haven't you forgotten something, My Toy?"
Michael put himself between Selena and Patrick's men. He said, "End this, Judson. You got what you wanted!"
Patrick replied greedily, "Not quite, Knight. You took something that belongs to me and I want it back."
Selena demanded, "What do you want now?"
Patrick replied as if the answer was obvious, "You, My Toy!" He motioned for one of his guards and said, "Escort Selena to my study."
The guard took her by her arm as Michael held her from moving, asking, "What are you planning to do?"
Patrick replied sarcastically, "Make my next move, what else?"
Selena spat, "This isn't a stupid game, Patrick!"
Patrick calmly walked between Michael and Selena, separating them. He held her in his arms, overpowering her. He got in her face and said, "I realize that, My Toy. Too bad you and your Knight didn't or you wouldn't have gambled to lose something you love so much!" He pushed her into the arms of the guard and motioned for him to get her out of there.
Michael saw KITT's doors open as Selena was about to be dragged away from him. He knew he could not go without her. Michael called out, "What about the deal you made with Selena! She played by your rules! Are you going to cheat and go back on your word?"
Selena spat disgustedly at Patrick, "Your father must be very ashamed of you right now."
Patrick sneered, "My father is dead, Selena! He had an accident last night and..." He snapped his fingers.
Michael pushed, "So what are you going to do?"
Patrick replied, "I don't believe it is any of your business and I need to keep on schedule." With that, the guard escorted Selena past Patrick and they disappeared into the house. Patrick walked with Michael back to his attic prison. He observed Michael's expression as he said to the new guard, "Terry, lock this door and don't open it for any reason. Keep him here until we're gone; then get rid of this place. A tow truck will be here soon to pick up his car. We'll meet you at the docks. Mr. Knight, If you don't try anything else, I give you my word that the ladies will not be harmed. Once I'm safely past the Mexican border I'll let them go. Otherwise Selena and her sisters will become shark-bait. Oh and since I have the queen and her pawns, Knight, I believe this is...check-mate." He excused himself leaving Michael alone.
In the study, Selena paced the room waiting for Patrick to come to her. She knew he would force her into another private game created just to torture her. There would be no rules except those made up by Patrick. She made another attempt to shake the double doors hoping she could open them be accident. She knew she should be sitting in the chair the guard had set her in, but she was too restless. Voices from the hall outside ceased her rambling. She settled down in the straight-back, armchair in front of Patrick's desk. She stood up again as soon as the voices died away.
Outside the door, some guy banged on it and ordered her to stop. Frustrated, she went back to the chair and sat down. She had a feeling Patrick was procrastinating on purpose, to make her more anxious. He must have figured that she would be easier to control. She kept wondering where he was at and what he was doing. To put herself back together, she concentrated on the desk in front of her. Then she remembered that Patrick had a telephone inside his desk. Quickly she hurried over, slowly, ever so quietly opened the cabinet, grabbed the receiver and dialed the Foundation's number. Bonnie answered when the call was patched through. Selena rushed, "If you want to know where Patrick is planning to getaway, contact KITT for the Pier where his yacht is waiting for him," and hung up. While trying to put the phone back exactly the way it was before, she spied a small handgun in the back of the telephone case. Lifting it up cautiously, her thoughts became vengeful. But Michael's words echoed in her ears and she decided to keep the weapon to defend herself if needed.
Patrick opened the main door without warning, just as Selena placed the loaded gun in her handbag. Looking his way, she left the purse behind and met him halfway between the desk and the door. Patrick waltzed past her, ignoring her demanding question, "What is going on, Patrick? Where is Michael?"
Plopping a briefcase on top of the desk, Patrick began systematically throwing things inside. "Sit down, Selena. I don't have time for you! You and your friend made it necessary for me to leave the country," stated Patrick.
"Are you going to let us go?" She demanded.
Slamming the top of his briefcase, Patrick ordered, "Selena, you've caused enough trouble for one day. Now sit down in that chair and keep quiet! All of your questions will be answered soon!" With that Selena sank back somberly into the chair. When she collapsed in resignation, Patrick began grilling her with questions about the conversation she had with Lenox at the air force base. "You seem to have hung yourself, My toy. Did you think I wouldn't find out?"
Selena defended, "I did everything you told me to do. I got what you wanted me to get!"
Patrick trapped her in her chair, getting in her face he said, "I've already spoken to Lenox...so save your lies!" He spat, "You didn't even obey me after Lenox caught you!" He stared deeply into her eyes gagging her reactions, stripping her of her defenses and soon her sanity. He accused, "You must not really care for Jasmine and Tina."
Selena tried to stand and scowled, "What are you getting at!"
Patrick pushed her back into the chair. He set back away from her, sitting on his desk in front of her. He was silent for a very long time. Then he sighed, "Selena, how will I explain to them that their sister chose a car over them? How will they feel when they find out you betrayed them."
Selena refused to give into his emotional blackmail. She shot back, "You won't get away with this! Michael will stop you!"
Patrick clapped his hands together and laughed. He taunted, "I doubt if he will be able to do anything anymore, Selena. No one can when they've been buried six feet under."
Selena gasped, "What are you concocting now, Patrick!"
Patrick returned to packing his files. He responded mysteriously, "Don't worry, My Toy, you'll see. Be patient! I was when you kept betraying me. Your Knight should have thought twice before trying to steal my queen. You keep still until its time."
After a few very long agonizing minutes, Patrick closed his briefcase, checked his watch and then suggested, "My Toy, Go watch out the window. Keep yourself occupied! I can't stand you watching me anymore."
The look he gave her told her she needed to obey him. She rose out of her chair and crossed past Patrick's desk to the window behind him. She focused her mind on the trees. Looking past the cliff, she assumed that there was probably a beach below them. The memory of two people having fun in the sand flashed quickly past her and then the faces of Jasmine and Tina smiled to her reminding her of happier times. The glass on the window cast a slight reflection of Selena. The glass sadly mourned the person she once was while reflecting what she had become in Patrick's hands. She still had a little hope, "Michael won't just sit still, he'll be here soon. I just need to hold on."
Patrick crept up behind Selena. He encircled her in his arms and prevented her from moving away from him. He kissed her neck and purred, "For being in so much trouble, you have become very quiet. Have you decided to follow the rules right for a change?"
Selena wiggled out of his embrace and let him know she was annoyed, "I'm trying to figure out what you're planning."
Patrick responded by pulling her back against him. He said, "I'm planning to leave the country without any loose ends." He directed her eyes; "My men are preparing to get rid of my first problem now. I want you to watch, My Toy. Watch them very closely." She followed where he was looking to, watching the climax of the scene he was creating unfolding for her.
Patrick opened the window and called, "Is everything ready?" One of the men nodded and Patrick gave them a "go ahead" signal. At first Selena folded her arms demonstrating that she was bored. Her demonstration ended as she fought for her own breath at the sight of a man resembling Michael. He was blindfolded, his hands bound behind him and being taken into the yard, followed by two guys bearing automatic rifles. Trying to stifle a scream, she took an "about face" refusing to watch. Patrick blocked her escape. He lifted her eyes to his and said, "My toy, I have tried everything to force you to submit to me. You deserve a repeat of this morning's punishment. You should not have tried to escape from me! He should not have tried to take you away from me! I've decided to punish you both!" He pulled her against him and said, "You will watch this! I want you to watch your knight die...the penalty for taking my queen! You will witness the death of the only person who could have saved you!"
Selena begged, "Patrick, Please, No, don't do this!" Her courage, her hope for rescue, and her hold on reality washed away with each tear that flowed down her cheeks. Patrick mercilessly faced her toward the window. The sound of gunfire invaded the quiet of the study and through Selena's head as if the bullets were aimed for her.
Selena staggered against Patrick, paralyzed by what he had forced her to witness. She sighed somberly, "Why...Patrick...you didn't have to...to kill him!" Her face still bore the tears that continued to fall from her eyes.
Patrick suggested forcefully, "I tried to warn you what would happen when I took your sisters from you, My toy. You forced me to eliminate the only thing that could possible prevent me from having the car, escaping, and keeping you with me." He escorted her over to the chair by his desk. Helping her to sit down, he brushed her hair from her face. He kissed away her tears enjoying the taste of her salty skin. He said softly, "That's My good Toy." He again made her look into his eyes and said, "Selena, please hear me. This will be the last time I warn you." He held her chin up and when her eyes looked into his, he said, "Your friend is dead, My Toy, because you did not obey me! So, if you don't sit here quietly, I will make sure that your sisters never see the dock when my men pick us up."
Selena did not respond. Her eyes died as she retreated inside herself. She was in shock and numbness took over to keep her from fighting Patrick. Patrick was gratified to watch her spirit crumble before him. He hoped to keep her that way until he got her onto his yacht and out into international waters. He wanted her to become his puppet. It would be a shame if he had to kill her before he had a chance to play with his toy again.
Still locked away in his attic prison, Michael sat quietly waiting for another chance to escape. He pounded his fist into the cushioned seat beneath him. He worried about Selena being in the hands of a monster. An unwelcome but friendly breeze flowed through the open window. But this breeze was more a nuisance to Michael. He wished he could contact KITT and considered jumping from the window. His eyes caught sight of something black resting on the ground under the seat. He picked up his communicator and whispered, "KITT! Talk to me!"
Their reunion was cut short by the sound of gunshots circulating throughout the estate, ringing in his ears. Michael demanded, "Where did those come from, KITT?"
KITT reported regretfully, "From the other side of the property, Michael, where Patrick has been keeping Selena."
Michael said, "The study is over there?"
KITT confirmed, "Yes, Michael!"
"OK, Buddy, get over here and contact Devon!" When it was clear, Michael jumped to safety inside KITT. Michael hid beneath KITT's darkened windows as KITT moved back to the garage.
Patrick finished his packing by pulling a bank bag and everything else from a safe inside the wall behind the desk. He locked his briefcase and carried it towards the double doors. Cracking one of the double doors, He called for a couple of his men to come in and help him. He returned to Selena's side and said, "Selena, you can get up now." He helped her to rise out of her chair.
Selena looked up at him blankly, nodded, and let him pick her up. The two guards entered the room. Clutching her purse, a desperate idea began forming in her mind. Patrick requested, "Escort My Toy to the car."
The dark haired guard agreed and proceeded to take Selena's arm and she tried to walk. Her legs refused to cooperate and he caught her elbow preventing her from falling to the ground. Together they walked outside.
Michael did not want to be seen in his car by anyone including Selena. He did not know about the game Patrick had played on Selena's mind. He heard someone coming towards him and looked out to see Patrick and his guards escorting a lifeless, shell-shocked Selena out to Patrick's limousine.
Seeing KITT Selena became hysterical, breaking away from her guard. She ran to KITT, caught her breath, and wept, "You can't have it all, Patrick! I won't let you!" As if protecting a child Selena embraced the driver's side door, caressing KITT to comfort him for losing his best friend. She laid her head back and yelled, enforcing each word by pounding it with her fist into KITT's body, "You don't even care that you butchered Michael just for this bucket of computer chips! What is worse is that you used me to help you!" She sank against KITT, "If only I had listened to Michael in the first place! Jasmine and Tina would be safe and Michael wouldn't be..." She gathered her courage, "You are not getting this prize!"
Michael ducked in the backseat and told KITT to open his door. KITT tried to get Selena's attention, "Get in! Selena, Michael..."
Selena took a brief look inside at KITT's computerized dashboard. She touched the driver's seat longingly and then ordered, "KITT, get out of here! That is an order!"
KITT countered, "But Michael..."
Selena's tears fell down her cheeks again and she yelled, "Michael is dead! Now go find Devon!" She slammed his door closed and banged on his hood. Two of Patrick's guards dragged her away before KITT could reopen the doors and Michael could pull her to safety. She yelled at KITT, "Get out of here!"
She was shoved into Patrick who slapped her across her face. He picked her up from the ground where she had landed. He took a handkerchief from his jacket's pocket and used it to silence her. He tied the white cotton cloth tightly over her mouth. Then he said something into her ear while withdrawing a pair of handcuffs from the bag he carried. Selena's eyes showed her terror at the item. Michael was forced to watch Patrick regain control of his puppet's strings.
When Selena docilely gave Patrick her wrists allowing him to restrain her with the heavy metal bands, KITT begged, "Michael."
"I see her. We can't do anything yet, pal. It is too dangerous," informed Michael sadly. He continued to watch the numb and passive woman as she was put into the limousine. Then the car and its passengers disappeared out of the gate, fast on their way to the docks. Giving Patrick's car a head start Michael slipped back into KITT's driver's seat and contacted Devon, who was already on the way there. Michael commented to KITT after Devon hung up, "We're really in deep trouble this time, KITT."