Title: Test of Time (11/12)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 11
Detective Meyers followed the car until it finally came to a halt in front of an empty, rundown warehouse. He watched them from halfway down the street, having turned off his headlights long ago. A few seconds later, he saw the industrial garage door open, and the car and its occupants entered inside. He watched as the door slowly closed, leaving him alone. He cut the engine and waited a few minutes, making sure that the occupants weren't planning on emerging anytime soon. Satisfied that they had finally reached their destination, he started the car up and went in search of a phone to call Faith and tell her what had happened.
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Bosco was jerked back to consciousness when he was thrown face first onto the cold, hard floor. He gasped as he was kicked in the ribs, instinctively curling into a ball. However, he was quickly jerked upright. He could feel his hands being cuffed together, the cold, hard steel biting into his flesh. His arms were lifted and attached to a pipe above his head. The men quickly left, leaving him alone. He took in his surroundings, noting that the room was cold and dank and virtually empty, except for some large pieces of machinery. His gaze was broken, however, when he heard footsteps approaching. He saw someone walking towards him but was unable to make out his or her features in the dimly lit room. It was only when the man stepped into the pool of light highlighting the center of the room that he was able to see him.
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Krychek stood in the middle of the room looking down at his prey. "Mr. Boscorelli." He said, his cool voice echoing in the empty room. "We finally meet. I must say when I found out that you were interested in seeing me; I was quite surprised and intrigued. Although normally, I would have had one of my men dispose of you, I felt that we should meet in person. I wanted to see the man who has been so eager to make my acquaintance."
"Yeah." Bosco spat at him. "I got your messages."
A look of confusion quickly passed across Krychek's features before he dismissed what the police officer had said. "You know, I was quite surprised when I discovered that someone was asking questions about Mikey. I mean, why would anyone care about a piece of trash like him is beyond me."
"Yeah." Bosco said, his teeth clenched in anger. "You're a real winner."
Krychek smiled cruelly, choosing to ignore the remark. "You know, I have to say when I ordered the hit on your brother, I was very upset to find out that my men had left the job half done. I was so sure when I sent my best man to finish the job at the hospital, that he had gotten to your brother before he had a chance to open his mouth. After all, the news reports said that he was in a coma -"
"You fucking bastard!" Bosco shouted, twisting against the restraints, the metal cruelly biting into his skin, thin trails of blood running down his arms, realization hitting him. Mikey didn't die in the hospital. He was killed. If Krychek's men hadn't gone to the hospital, Mikey might still be alive. Pure rage filled him as he continued to struggle.
"Now, now Maurice." Krychek said, taunting the young officer before him. "Please, we don't want you to hurt yourself." He said, taking obvious delight in the police officer's reaction. "You know, I have to ask you, how the hell could two brother's be so different from one another? I mean here's one brother, a respectable police officer, helping to make the streets a better and safer place to live. And then you have your brother, a spineless, pathetic piece of trash who should never have been born. Tell me, how is that possible?" He asked mockingly, standing in front of the officer. Bosco tried to lunge towards Krychek, wanting nothing more than to kill the man with his bare hands. Krychek, angered that Bosco would make a move towards him, swung his arm back before making contact with Bosco's ribcage. Bosco gasped in obvious pain. Krychek then caught him in the face, satisfaction coursing through him as his blood splattered in the air, landing both on the floor and on his shirt.
"Brass knuckles." Krychek said, stroking them in a loving manner. "Normally, I don't like to use them but this sort of called for a special occasion and I figured why not."
"I swear to God you fucking bastard," Bosco spat out, " I will make you pay for what you did to Mikey. I swear -"
"Oh, really?" Krychek said, obviously amused. "And just how do you propose to do that, huh? Face it, there's no one here to help you. You, Maurice Boscorelli," Krychek said, spitting out his name as though it were vile," Are completely and utterly alone and helpless, just like Mikey was when I had him dusted. My only regret is that I wasn't there to see it happen, although I did get to hear about it afterwards. Numerous times actually." He said, a cruel smile stretching across his features as he coldly took in the man chained before him.
As Bosco lunged towards him once more, Krychek, angered at being confronted, began to hit him again. He swung at his victim repeatedly, both the crunch of bone and the splattering of blood invigorating him, causing him to hit harder and faster. He stopped only when the young man before him slumped unconscious, his body held up only by the chains supporting him, his head and face, soaked in blood, lolling to the side.
"We'll just have to continue this when you wake up." Krychek said to the unconscious man before leaving the room whistling, his footsteps radiating throughout the abandoned building.
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Bosco groaned in pain as he slowly swam back to consciousness, his head throbbing. He slowly opened his eyes, wincing as the sole light in the room caused his head to feel as though it was being split in two. He slowly looked around the room, trying to see where Krychek was, but his vision was blurry and he had to close his eyes once more. He could feel blood dripping down his face, the warm stickiness oozing from the gashes on his face. He felt bile rise up from within and vomited until all that was left were dry heaves. Tears stung his eyes causing his vision to blur further.
"I see you're awake." Krychek said calmly as he approached his victim. "I must say I was getting rather bored."
"Sorry to have kept you waiting." Bosco said through clenched teeth. Hatred filled his eyes as he took in the man who had so coldly taken away Mikey's life.
"Yes, well," Krychek said obviously irritated, "Don't do it again. Now, where the hell was I before you so rudely interrupted me?" He asked, fixing cold eyes on his captive. "Ah, yes. I believe I was asking you how two brothers could be so different from one another."
"Yeah." Bosco said, "And I was about to kill you." Krychek's mad laughter could be heard throughout the warehouse. "Oh, my." He said, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes. "I must say that was amusing. However, I have to disagree with you there. You see Maurice, the only person who is going to die tonight, is you." He said, his face suddenly serious.
"And I'm going to make you pay for what you did to Mikey."
"Really? And how do you suppose you're going to do that? Face it, you're all alone. No one knows you're here. You are completely at my mercy. And, as amusing as this evening has been, rest assured that you will die tonight."
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"Hurry up, Gusler. I'm hungry." Faith said in exasperation as she quickly made her way inside the restaurant. It was 9:40 p.m. and she was starving. Normally she would have already have eaten, however, the day had been extremely busy and this was the first opportunity they'd had to eat. She was not only hungry and tired but she was also frustrated with Gusler. She silently prayed that the next two weeks would go by quickly so that she could be partnered with Bosco once more. She saw Sully and Davis sitting in one of the booths near the window and quickly waved as she made her way towards them.
"Hey." Sully said, surprised to see her.
"Hey, yourself." She told him, a smile stretching across her face, happy that she wouldn't have to try and make small talk with Gusler for the next hour. "Did you guys just get here?" She asked them as she took in the lack of food on the table.
"About a few minutes ago. It's been crazy today. We didn't have time to eat until now." Davis told her. He nodded towards her and Gusler, urging them to sit down.
"Yeah. Same here." Faith told him.
"So." Sully said as they waited for the waitress to come and take their order. "How are things with Bosco?" He asked her quietly as Davis and Gusler were deep in their own conversation. Or, rather Davis was. Gusler was simply nodding his head, looking as uncertain as ever.
"He's good." Faith said quickly, wanting to change the subject when the beeper she had recently purchased went off. She checked the number and frowned when she failed to recognize it. "Excuse me." Faith said as she got up and went to use the pay phone.
Sully and Gusler were just about to order their drinks when Faith came running towards them, a frantic expression on her face. "Faith?" Sully asked when he saw her racing towards them. "What's wrong?"
"I don't have time to explain, Sully." She said breathlessly. "I just got a call from the detective I hired and Bosco's been kidnapped."
It took Sully a few seconds for the words that Faith had just uttered to register. "What? How -" Sully stumbled, clearly confused. Faith noticed that Gusler looked just as surprised.
"Look, I don't have time to explain it right now, but his life is in danger and I have to help him -"
"What's going on?" Davis asked as he made his way back to the table, having left to go to the washroom. He took in her frantic appearance and glanced towards his partner.
"Bosco's been kidnapped." She blurted out.
"What?" He asked in disbelief. "Is this like a joke or something? Cuz if it is, I gotta tell you man -"
"Where is he?" Sully asked, having already risen from his seat. Faith quickly recited the address Detective Meyers had given her.
"Well, what the hell are we waiting for? Let's go." Sully said as he made his way out the front door.
"Shouldn't we notify the Captain or radio it in to dispatch?" Gusler asked, trying to catch up to everyone.
"No!" All three shouted in unison as they ran towards their squad cars. They took off seconds later, light and sirens blaring.
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Krychek slowly pulled out his gun, the light reflecting off of the cold, hard steel making it seem even more lethal and sinister. "Well, Maurice," Krychek said as he looked at him, "As much fun as this night has been, it's time for us to say goodbye. Any last words?" He asked as he tightened his grip on the gun, relishing the feel of it, its heaviness reassuring in his hands. He waited a few seconds but when only silence greeted his ears he shrugged in nonchalance. "No?" He asked as he took in his captive. "Very well, then. It's been fun. Be sure to say hello to Mikey for me."
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 11
Detective Meyers followed the car until it finally came to a halt in front of an empty, rundown warehouse. He watched them from halfway down the street, having turned off his headlights long ago. A few seconds later, he saw the industrial garage door open, and the car and its occupants entered inside. He watched as the door slowly closed, leaving him alone. He cut the engine and waited a few minutes, making sure that the occupants weren't planning on emerging anytime soon. Satisfied that they had finally reached their destination, he started the car up and went in search of a phone to call Faith and tell her what had happened.
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Bosco was jerked back to consciousness when he was thrown face first onto the cold, hard floor. He gasped as he was kicked in the ribs, instinctively curling into a ball. However, he was quickly jerked upright. He could feel his hands being cuffed together, the cold, hard steel biting into his flesh. His arms were lifted and attached to a pipe above his head. The men quickly left, leaving him alone. He took in his surroundings, noting that the room was cold and dank and virtually empty, except for some large pieces of machinery. His gaze was broken, however, when he heard footsteps approaching. He saw someone walking towards him but was unable to make out his or her features in the dimly lit room. It was only when the man stepped into the pool of light highlighting the center of the room that he was able to see him.
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Krychek stood in the middle of the room looking down at his prey. "Mr. Boscorelli." He said, his cool voice echoing in the empty room. "We finally meet. I must say when I found out that you were interested in seeing me; I was quite surprised and intrigued. Although normally, I would have had one of my men dispose of you, I felt that we should meet in person. I wanted to see the man who has been so eager to make my acquaintance."
"Yeah." Bosco spat at him. "I got your messages."
A look of confusion quickly passed across Krychek's features before he dismissed what the police officer had said. "You know, I was quite surprised when I discovered that someone was asking questions about Mikey. I mean, why would anyone care about a piece of trash like him is beyond me."
"Yeah." Bosco said, his teeth clenched in anger. "You're a real winner."
Krychek smiled cruelly, choosing to ignore the remark. "You know, I have to say when I ordered the hit on your brother, I was very upset to find out that my men had left the job half done. I was so sure when I sent my best man to finish the job at the hospital, that he had gotten to your brother before he had a chance to open his mouth. After all, the news reports said that he was in a coma -"
"You fucking bastard!" Bosco shouted, twisting against the restraints, the metal cruelly biting into his skin, thin trails of blood running down his arms, realization hitting him. Mikey didn't die in the hospital. He was killed. If Krychek's men hadn't gone to the hospital, Mikey might still be alive. Pure rage filled him as he continued to struggle.
"Now, now Maurice." Krychek said, taunting the young officer before him. "Please, we don't want you to hurt yourself." He said, taking obvious delight in the police officer's reaction. "You know, I have to ask you, how the hell could two brother's be so different from one another? I mean here's one brother, a respectable police officer, helping to make the streets a better and safer place to live. And then you have your brother, a spineless, pathetic piece of trash who should never have been born. Tell me, how is that possible?" He asked mockingly, standing in front of the officer. Bosco tried to lunge towards Krychek, wanting nothing more than to kill the man with his bare hands. Krychek, angered that Bosco would make a move towards him, swung his arm back before making contact with Bosco's ribcage. Bosco gasped in obvious pain. Krychek then caught him in the face, satisfaction coursing through him as his blood splattered in the air, landing both on the floor and on his shirt.
"Brass knuckles." Krychek said, stroking them in a loving manner. "Normally, I don't like to use them but this sort of called for a special occasion and I figured why not."
"I swear to God you fucking bastard," Bosco spat out, " I will make you pay for what you did to Mikey. I swear -"
"Oh, really?" Krychek said, obviously amused. "And just how do you propose to do that, huh? Face it, there's no one here to help you. You, Maurice Boscorelli," Krychek said, spitting out his name as though it were vile," Are completely and utterly alone and helpless, just like Mikey was when I had him dusted. My only regret is that I wasn't there to see it happen, although I did get to hear about it afterwards. Numerous times actually." He said, a cruel smile stretching across his features as he coldly took in the man chained before him.
As Bosco lunged towards him once more, Krychek, angered at being confronted, began to hit him again. He swung at his victim repeatedly, both the crunch of bone and the splattering of blood invigorating him, causing him to hit harder and faster. He stopped only when the young man before him slumped unconscious, his body held up only by the chains supporting him, his head and face, soaked in blood, lolling to the side.
"We'll just have to continue this when you wake up." Krychek said to the unconscious man before leaving the room whistling, his footsteps radiating throughout the abandoned building.
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Bosco groaned in pain as he slowly swam back to consciousness, his head throbbing. He slowly opened his eyes, wincing as the sole light in the room caused his head to feel as though it was being split in two. He slowly looked around the room, trying to see where Krychek was, but his vision was blurry and he had to close his eyes once more. He could feel blood dripping down his face, the warm stickiness oozing from the gashes on his face. He felt bile rise up from within and vomited until all that was left were dry heaves. Tears stung his eyes causing his vision to blur further.
"I see you're awake." Krychek said calmly as he approached his victim. "I must say I was getting rather bored."
"Sorry to have kept you waiting." Bosco said through clenched teeth. Hatred filled his eyes as he took in the man who had so coldly taken away Mikey's life.
"Yes, well," Krychek said obviously irritated, "Don't do it again. Now, where the hell was I before you so rudely interrupted me?" He asked, fixing cold eyes on his captive. "Ah, yes. I believe I was asking you how two brothers could be so different from one another."
"Yeah." Bosco said, "And I was about to kill you." Krychek's mad laughter could be heard throughout the warehouse. "Oh, my." He said, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes. "I must say that was amusing. However, I have to disagree with you there. You see Maurice, the only person who is going to die tonight, is you." He said, his face suddenly serious.
"And I'm going to make you pay for what you did to Mikey."
"Really? And how do you suppose you're going to do that? Face it, you're all alone. No one knows you're here. You are completely at my mercy. And, as amusing as this evening has been, rest assured that you will die tonight."
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"Hurry up, Gusler. I'm hungry." Faith said in exasperation as she quickly made her way inside the restaurant. It was 9:40 p.m. and she was starving. Normally she would have already have eaten, however, the day had been extremely busy and this was the first opportunity they'd had to eat. She was not only hungry and tired but she was also frustrated with Gusler. She silently prayed that the next two weeks would go by quickly so that she could be partnered with Bosco once more. She saw Sully and Davis sitting in one of the booths near the window and quickly waved as she made her way towards them.
"Hey." Sully said, surprised to see her.
"Hey, yourself." She told him, a smile stretching across her face, happy that she wouldn't have to try and make small talk with Gusler for the next hour. "Did you guys just get here?" She asked them as she took in the lack of food on the table.
"About a few minutes ago. It's been crazy today. We didn't have time to eat until now." Davis told her. He nodded towards her and Gusler, urging them to sit down.
"Yeah. Same here." Faith told him.
"So." Sully said as they waited for the waitress to come and take their order. "How are things with Bosco?" He asked her quietly as Davis and Gusler were deep in their own conversation. Or, rather Davis was. Gusler was simply nodding his head, looking as uncertain as ever.
"He's good." Faith said quickly, wanting to change the subject when the beeper she had recently purchased went off. She checked the number and frowned when she failed to recognize it. "Excuse me." Faith said as she got up and went to use the pay phone.
Sully and Gusler were just about to order their drinks when Faith came running towards them, a frantic expression on her face. "Faith?" Sully asked when he saw her racing towards them. "What's wrong?"
"I don't have time to explain, Sully." She said breathlessly. "I just got a call from the detective I hired and Bosco's been kidnapped."
It took Sully a few seconds for the words that Faith had just uttered to register. "What? How -" Sully stumbled, clearly confused. Faith noticed that Gusler looked just as surprised.
"Look, I don't have time to explain it right now, but his life is in danger and I have to help him -"
"What's going on?" Davis asked as he made his way back to the table, having left to go to the washroom. He took in her frantic appearance and glanced towards his partner.
"Bosco's been kidnapped." She blurted out.
"What?" He asked in disbelief. "Is this like a joke or something? Cuz if it is, I gotta tell you man -"
"Where is he?" Sully asked, having already risen from his seat. Faith quickly recited the address Detective Meyers had given her.
"Well, what the hell are we waiting for? Let's go." Sully said as he made his way out the front door.
"Shouldn't we notify the Captain or radio it in to dispatch?" Gusler asked, trying to catch up to everyone.
"No!" All three shouted in unison as they ran towards their squad cars. They took off seconds later, light and sirens blaring.
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Krychek slowly pulled out his gun, the light reflecting off of the cold, hard steel making it seem even more lethal and sinister. "Well, Maurice," Krychek said as he looked at him, "As much fun as this night has been, it's time for us to say goodbye. Any last words?" He asked as he tightened his grip on the gun, relishing the feel of it, its heaviness reassuring in his hands. He waited a few seconds but when only silence greeted his ears he shrugged in nonchalance. "No?" He asked as he took in his captive. "Very well, then. It's been fun. Be sure to say hello to Mikey for me."