Chapter 11: Haruka Captured
Michiru ran down the hallway, over to the elevator. She hammered the button desperately, hoping that the door would open up soon, while she had to see how one of the cops knocked Haruka unconscious with his baton. "Haruka!" Michiru cried out. That was when the elevator arrived, and the doors opened. Michiru quickly rushed in, immediately pressing the button which made the doors close again – just in time before the other cop reached her. Closing her eyes, Michiru leaned against the wall while the elevator made it's way downwards. Finally, she reached the ground floor, and when she walked out, her eyes fell on the cop who was chasing her running down the stairs. Michiru let out a curse that would have shocked anyone who knew her and started to run again, clutching the album tightly. "STOP!" the cop who chased her yelled. The blonde officer who still was busy flirting with the brunette turned around in surprise, just in time to see something aqua haired speeding towards her. And then, Michiru crashed into the poor woman, both of them falling to the ground. "Oooff!" the blonde cop panted, while Michiru laid on top of her, shocked. "Get of her!" the brunette cried out, grabbing Michirus collar. "Hold her down!" the approaching chasing cop shouted, gesturing wildly. "Why?" the blonde female cop replied, sitting up and rubbing her head. Her eyes fell on the album, and she read the title. "Tokyo League of Heterosexual Decency?" the cop cried out. Michiru read her name tag – "Officer van Dyk" (A/N: Sorry! I couldn't resist! ^_~) "Are you one of them?" the woman now barked. Meanwhile, the cop had reached Michiru and grabbed her arm. "You are arrested." He informed her, grinning. "No, I'm not one of them!" Michiru shouted at the stunned female officer. "He is!" with that, she pointed at the cop who still held her. "Shut it!" the cop bellowed, already pulling Michiru away. All of a sudden, van Dyk lashed out and punched the cop, knocking him unconscious. Michirus eyes and the ones of the brunette went wide while van Dyk rubbed her knuckles, pulling a face. "That dude has a hard jaw." She looked at Michiru. "I suggest you get moving, before he wakes up again." Michiru nodded and smiled at the cop. "Thank you for your help. Have fun, you two." She ran off, leaving van Dyk and the nameless brunette (A/N: She does have a name, but I don't know if she wants me to tell ^_^) behind, stunned.
Peter Parker stood in the small cellar room of his house, looking down at the unconscious Haruka. The blonde sat with her back against some metal pipes, her wrists handcuffed behind two of them, practically chaining her to the wall. Her ankles were tied together with a thin piece of wire, tight enough to break the skin and draw blood. "Wake up." Peter now commanded. Haruka didn't react. Sighing, Peter reached down and picked up the bucket that was standing next to his feet. In the next second, ice cold water splashed over the blonde, and she awoke, spluttering and coughing. "Finally." Peter spoke, earning Harukas attention. The blonde realized that she was chained, and fear shone up in her eyes. "Where am I?" she asked, desperately trying to keep her voice strong. "None of your business." Peter replied while he pulled a white cloth out of his back pocket. "And now hold still." Haruka tried to turn her head away from him, but thanks to the handcuffs she couldn't do much. Peter forced the piece of clothing between her jaws and tied it's ends together in Harukas neck. "Now that you are awake, gagging you isn't a problem anymore." He then informed his prisoner. "I didn't want to gag you while you're unconscious, you could have suffocated. And there are still some things I want to do with you." He smiled, and Haruka grumbled at him, not being able to talk since he had gagged her. Peters grin widened, and all of a sudden, his foot lashed forward, crashing into Harukas stomach. The blonde gasped in pain, and she would've doubled over if she had had the freedom of movement. "Goddamn dyke!" Peter screamed, kicking her once more. "You fucking, sick dyke, I hope you rot in hell!" Now totally losing it, Peter kicked and kicked down on the helpless Haruka until she hung in the handcuffs motionless, her clothes slowly turning red at various spots. "Stupid dyke." Peter muttered once more, this time not caring if Haruka maybe chocked due to her gag. He kicked the unconscious blonde one more time, satisfied when he heard the crack of a breaking rib, and finally left the room, locking the door behind him. He turned the light off from the hallway, leaving Haruka in complete darkness.