Thank you. That is all I can say. So many people to thank, and if I thank only a couple individuals and leave somebody out I'll feel so bad so THANK YOU VERY MUCH, it means so much to me thank you, thank you, thank you..hope you enjoy this chapter as I had fun writing it....
Also special thank you goes out to Jewel and Dem and kimraver, for FanFic.net is decided to act up and pretend it doesn't know me by not letting me sign in. So until it starts working on my computer again they will be posting my stories up for me under my account...so thank you VERY MUCH GUYS, I OWE YOU, THANK YOU!!!! (HUG)
Now onto the story...
Chapter 3
Light shined down on the man who laid in a heap on the floor. Mikey's senses began to come back to him, hearing and feeling everything around him. He could feel the warmth of the morning sun peaking out of the darkened clouds letting one single ray of light on his cold face.
Mikey opened one eye and then made the mistake opening the other for it hurt to move so he kept it shut. As he blinked to clear the nausea that was causing the dizziness that surrounded him, he could feel something crawling up on his leg and scurrying up towards his torso area.
He lifted his head up to see a big rat perched on him, eating something. Mikey did what any rationalized human being would do in that situation; he jumped up and kicked the rat while letting out a bit of a yelp.
After Mikey had kicked the rat and said some unintelligent words, he looked around. When he couldn't remember how he gotten there in the first place he looked down at his leg. One spot was covered in blood, his blood. 'That stupid rat had been enjoying himself by drinking my blood' thought Mikey. He than shivered inside at the thought of that.
Mikey began to stumble around trying to look for the exit when he came upon the tire tracks in the soft dirt. He remembered. Big Rick decided to pay him a visit and he was going after his family. Mikey had to warn them before it was too late.
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Faith Yokas came into the locker room of the 55th Precinct. She didn't see her partner but she didn't think much of it and got ready. She expected Bosco to come rushing in or something of that nature.
As usual she went into the roll call room, taking a spot. She listened as the Captain spoke about things, really not of her interest or importance, until she heard the dreaded words "Yokas, you will be working with Gusler.
"Hey did Bosco call in sick?" Faith had walked up to the Captain, trying to find out what had happened to her partner.
The Captain looked up from his papers and as he walked out he called over his shoulder.
"No, he didn't even call in."
Faith's brow wrinkled with frustration. That didn't make much sense to her. Bosco always called in if he couldn't make it to work and besides he rarely called in cause he loved his job so much he always was there. You had to beat him with a stick or order him to go home cause if you didn't he would just keep on coming.
"Coming Gusler?" Faith was determined to find Bosco, her partner was going to pay for sticking her with Gusler.
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Mikey could feel every muscle in his body protesting, screaming for him to stop, only he didn't. It took him forever to get back to New York. He had lived in the city all his life but it took him forever to find out where he was exactly and then reach his destination.
As he finally made it back into the city he hadn't realized but he kept on getting some stares. But that wasn't of concern to him at the moment, reaching his mothers was though. He ignored the looks and stares until his Ma's reaction.
He opened the door to his Ma's bar, where she was cleaning up the joint. It looked as though somebody had a bad fight and she was left with the mess. When his mother turned around and saw him she dropped the dishrag and ran to him.
"My baby what in God's name happen to you?"
Mikey caught his reflection in the broken mirror behind the long counter to spot his face a mess. One eye was completely swollen shut that was black all around it. Dry blood rested near his head and had dripped along his check, with other various colored bruises around his face."
"Mikey sit down please."
Angela Boscorelli ran to get a wet towel and some water. Mikey looked under his shirt to find out the reason why it had hurt so much to walk. IT looked like his entire body was exploding with new colors. He pulled the shirt down slowly so not to jar his muscles before his mother walked in and saw she would throw a fit and probably send him to the hospital.
"Ma, what happened?" asked Mikey, referring to the bar.
Before she could answer Officer Yokas walked in with another young cop tailing from behind.
"Oh.....Hi, Yokas."
"Hello, what happened here Angela?" Faith then spotted Mikey sitting on one of the many benches. "What happened to you Mikey?"
Mikey looked away from her and refused to answer Faith's question. Angela did though answer one of her questions.
"Ohhhh, somebody trashed my apartment and as you can see."
Angela turned back to Mikey, but he was waving her off. Angela turned back around and looked at Gusler.
"So who is this Rookie you working with?"
Faith turned slightly looking at Gusler and then looking back at Angela.
"Well that's what I came to ask you....have you heard from Bosco at all?"
"Yeah I did, I called Maurice last night when I found my apartment trashed....he told me he was coming over but he never showed."
"What, did he even call to tell you?" asked Faith.
Angela shook her head no. She turned back to Mikey trying to scrub away the dried blood, but he was trying to move away from her trying to listen to Faith.
"I went by his apartment but he didn't even answer....I was..."
Before Faith could continue her sentence Angela left the room and came back a minute later holding something in her hand. She gave Faith a key.
"Maurice gave this to me just in case of an emergency."
"Oh thank you, I'm sure there is a good reason he didn't show up."
Faith gave a small smile.
"Come on Gusler."
"Good day Ma'am"
Both cops left leaving Angela and Mikey in the small bar.
Mikey could feel a sickening feeling inside his gut. He knew why his Bro hadn't made it to his Ma's last night and he didn't like that thought.
"Mikey, is there something you need to be telling me....I don't want to find out from somebody else, you tell me right now what is going on,"
He looked up at his mother who was standing with hands on hips and giving her best piercing mother look.
"Please tell me Mikey,..."
Mikey stood up and bypassed his mother. He didn't want to tell her what he thought happened to Maurice. He didn't think he could tell her and see the look on her face. So he did what he did best, ran from it.
"Look nothings wrong Ma, I'll get it all sorted out."
He than left the bar hoping on hope that nothing would happen to his brother.
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Consciousness came slow to Bosco. The drug was still not out of his system and he could feel it in every single nerve and every single muscle....hell probably even in every single hair on his aching body. His mouth was dry and felt like he hadn't had a drink of water in days. Even his head felt like a million tons just to try and lift it up.
He popped his eye open and regretted it. Everything was out of focus and blurred. He closed his eye blinked hard and fast and tried again by opening both. It helped somewhat.
Although his body complained he sat up and began to look around. From just where he was he could tell the house was mammoth sized. The texture of the house took on the look of Italian, from the antiques about the room and the paintings that decorated the walls.
Bosco's eyes came to rest on a man who had been sitting there the whole time. He had never seen the man in his life and couldn't figure out why the hell the man had a stupid cheesy ass smile on his face.
"So you're finally awake I see, care for something to drink?"
Bosco didn't say anything. Just stared at him like he was completely and utterly insane.
"Well you don't have to be rude Mr. Boscorelli, you could have just simply said yes or no?"
"Who the hell are you and why am I here?"
"Well Officer I would think on the streets I'm called "Big Rick", the man chuckled "but you can just call me Rick."
Rick got up from where he sat and while walking over to a big glass window that allowed light into the large room he lit a cigar.
"You still haven't answered me jag off, what in the hell am I DOING HERE?"
He turned around at the tone of Bosco's voice rising. He wiggled his finger as though he was father talking to his young son.
"Tut, Tut, Officer, we don't yell in my house....I brought you to one of my many houses cause I felt I should meet you in person....I'm a people persons you know...all my life,"
Bosco cut him off.
"Listen to me you fucking asshole, I don't care who you are or who you think you are, but in about 5 seconds I'm walking out of here whether you like it or not."
Rick's face-hardened. His jaw line twitched and he got this look as though he was just itching to punch Bosco. But as quick as that angry had appeared it disappeared and a smirk replaced it as he watched Bosco try to get up.
Bosco jumped up from his sitting position attempting to take a step he collapsed onto the ground. He felt bile running up his throat but he was able to hold it.
"Oh what a delight you are Officer....quicker with the tongue I see then your brother," Rick let out a laugh "Oh this will be fun, I know it will be."
Rick went over to a phone and without dialing he spoke into it quickly. Bosco forced his body to turn back around and look up at Rick as he made his way over to him and then kneeled in front of him.
"The reason I have you here Boscorelli, is I don't like people screwing with my business. I don't like it when I don't get my fair share of the wealth of profit cause some cop decided to arrest one of my boys. No....you see, I know what you did....you sending my boys to prison while you get your Bro off cause you can, cause you're a fucking cop!
A man walked into the room with a tray. Rick stood up and walked over and grabbed something and then as he walked back to Bosco, Bosco in return got ready.
"I need to do some more of my business, somebody decided they wanted to fuck with me so I'm going to do what I always do, kill them. But not you, oh I won't kill you just yet....we are going to have some fun, you know the whole 'set an example' for the rest of those stinking cops, those who dare think they can just lock up my boys and not get a penalty." He snickered.
Rick then showed what he had in his hands. Another syringe, another drug for Bosco.
"Now this isn't anything but something put you to sleep while I make sure the job is done properly and when you wake, my boys and I can have some fun with yah...bet your already excited."
Bosco waited for his move. He waited and he got it. When Rick put the needle of the syringe into the vile Bosco jumped up from where he lay and ignored whatever dizziness was bugging him before. He threw a hard right punch at Rick making him stumble back.
He then ran towards the window, he wasn't going to run around the house trying to find the damn door to the front cause by then he would have lost his advantage. He grabbed a chair as he sped by and then flung it with all his strength towards the area he would be coming through.
Now on the opposite end, Nick had just decided to stroll around checking out things when he happened to be going right by the window that Bosco was jumping out off. Nick felt everything, he felt the chair he felt the shards of glass and he felt Bosco.
As Bosco jumped through he covered his face, protecting it against any glass that may end up cutting him. He didn't realize but he didn't have his NYPD jacket on any longer and some of the glass had cut some of his exposed skin. But that didn't matter to him, what matter was escaping. He felt Nick's body contact with his and they both tumbled on the soft green grass.
Bosco was already trying to get up and get the hell out of there but something had hold of his leg. He looked back to recognize one of the men who had helped kidnap him in the first place. His face was now cut up from the glass and where the chair had hit him and he looked already majorly pissed off.
Bosco let out a grunt and with his other free foot he swung hard, getting the sound of a yelp and the reward of getting his foot free. He dug his feet into the grass and then with his hands he pushed off. He swung his arms hard trying to get the momentum up trying to make his body run faster and harder then it had ever done before.
He could hear yelling from behind him but he dared not look back. Everybody knows the important rule of running away from somebody or something, don't look back because you slow down when you do.
As he continued to run he thought he would come up against some sort of gate but he didn't and he saw the precious woods. He ran towards them not stopping.
When he got into the woods he ran even faster. He wished he knew where he was going but pure adrenaline didn't let him stop and think, just made him keep running.
Bosco didn't even know what had happened only that he was flying. He had tripped over an overturn root and the worst part was when he tripped he went rolling down a steep hill. All of Bosco's vision turned to nothing but a spinning blur. He could hear voices all around him but he couldn't see anything but the spinning trees. Bosco finally came to a stop at the end of the ditch, he tried catching his breath, trying to will his body to get up but he couldn't.
He prayed as he lay in a sprawled out position, feeling the wet leaves soaking into his T-shirt hoping on hope that they would just leave him alone. That they wouldn't find him and that he would wake up in the same spot and be able to get back up and begin his run again. Only when he could feel his slip on consciousness on the world he heard the soft unmistakable sound of somebody walking up to him. The last thing he saw before his vision darkened was Nick looking down at him.
TBC....
Also special thank you goes out to Jewel and Dem and kimraver, for FanFic.net is decided to act up and pretend it doesn't know me by not letting me sign in. So until it starts working on my computer again they will be posting my stories up for me under my account...so thank you VERY MUCH GUYS, I OWE YOU, THANK YOU!!!! (HUG)
Now onto the story...
Chapter 3
Light shined down on the man who laid in a heap on the floor. Mikey's senses began to come back to him, hearing and feeling everything around him. He could feel the warmth of the morning sun peaking out of the darkened clouds letting one single ray of light on his cold face.
Mikey opened one eye and then made the mistake opening the other for it hurt to move so he kept it shut. As he blinked to clear the nausea that was causing the dizziness that surrounded him, he could feel something crawling up on his leg and scurrying up towards his torso area.
He lifted his head up to see a big rat perched on him, eating something. Mikey did what any rationalized human being would do in that situation; he jumped up and kicked the rat while letting out a bit of a yelp.
After Mikey had kicked the rat and said some unintelligent words, he looked around. When he couldn't remember how he gotten there in the first place he looked down at his leg. One spot was covered in blood, his blood. 'That stupid rat had been enjoying himself by drinking my blood' thought Mikey. He than shivered inside at the thought of that.
Mikey began to stumble around trying to look for the exit when he came upon the tire tracks in the soft dirt. He remembered. Big Rick decided to pay him a visit and he was going after his family. Mikey had to warn them before it was too late.
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Faith Yokas came into the locker room of the 55th Precinct. She didn't see her partner but she didn't think much of it and got ready. She expected Bosco to come rushing in or something of that nature.
As usual she went into the roll call room, taking a spot. She listened as the Captain spoke about things, really not of her interest or importance, until she heard the dreaded words "Yokas, you will be working with Gusler.
"Hey did Bosco call in sick?" Faith had walked up to the Captain, trying to find out what had happened to her partner.
The Captain looked up from his papers and as he walked out he called over his shoulder.
"No, he didn't even call in."
Faith's brow wrinkled with frustration. That didn't make much sense to her. Bosco always called in if he couldn't make it to work and besides he rarely called in cause he loved his job so much he always was there. You had to beat him with a stick or order him to go home cause if you didn't he would just keep on coming.
"Coming Gusler?" Faith was determined to find Bosco, her partner was going to pay for sticking her with Gusler.
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Mikey could feel every muscle in his body protesting, screaming for him to stop, only he didn't. It took him forever to get back to New York. He had lived in the city all his life but it took him forever to find out where he was exactly and then reach his destination.
As he finally made it back into the city he hadn't realized but he kept on getting some stares. But that wasn't of concern to him at the moment, reaching his mothers was though. He ignored the looks and stares until his Ma's reaction.
He opened the door to his Ma's bar, where she was cleaning up the joint. It looked as though somebody had a bad fight and she was left with the mess. When his mother turned around and saw him she dropped the dishrag and ran to him.
"My baby what in God's name happen to you?"
Mikey caught his reflection in the broken mirror behind the long counter to spot his face a mess. One eye was completely swollen shut that was black all around it. Dry blood rested near his head and had dripped along his check, with other various colored bruises around his face."
"Mikey sit down please."
Angela Boscorelli ran to get a wet towel and some water. Mikey looked under his shirt to find out the reason why it had hurt so much to walk. IT looked like his entire body was exploding with new colors. He pulled the shirt down slowly so not to jar his muscles before his mother walked in and saw she would throw a fit and probably send him to the hospital.
"Ma, what happened?" asked Mikey, referring to the bar.
Before she could answer Officer Yokas walked in with another young cop tailing from behind.
"Oh.....Hi, Yokas."
"Hello, what happened here Angela?" Faith then spotted Mikey sitting on one of the many benches. "What happened to you Mikey?"
Mikey looked away from her and refused to answer Faith's question. Angela did though answer one of her questions.
"Ohhhh, somebody trashed my apartment and as you can see."
Angela turned back to Mikey, but he was waving her off. Angela turned back around and looked at Gusler.
"So who is this Rookie you working with?"
Faith turned slightly looking at Gusler and then looking back at Angela.
"Well that's what I came to ask you....have you heard from Bosco at all?"
"Yeah I did, I called Maurice last night when I found my apartment trashed....he told me he was coming over but he never showed."
"What, did he even call to tell you?" asked Faith.
Angela shook her head no. She turned back to Mikey trying to scrub away the dried blood, but he was trying to move away from her trying to listen to Faith.
"I went by his apartment but he didn't even answer....I was..."
Before Faith could continue her sentence Angela left the room and came back a minute later holding something in her hand. She gave Faith a key.
"Maurice gave this to me just in case of an emergency."
"Oh thank you, I'm sure there is a good reason he didn't show up."
Faith gave a small smile.
"Come on Gusler."
"Good day Ma'am"
Both cops left leaving Angela and Mikey in the small bar.
Mikey could feel a sickening feeling inside his gut. He knew why his Bro hadn't made it to his Ma's last night and he didn't like that thought.
"Mikey, is there something you need to be telling me....I don't want to find out from somebody else, you tell me right now what is going on,"
He looked up at his mother who was standing with hands on hips and giving her best piercing mother look.
"Please tell me Mikey,..."
Mikey stood up and bypassed his mother. He didn't want to tell her what he thought happened to Maurice. He didn't think he could tell her and see the look on her face. So he did what he did best, ran from it.
"Look nothings wrong Ma, I'll get it all sorted out."
He than left the bar hoping on hope that nothing would happen to his brother.
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Consciousness came slow to Bosco. The drug was still not out of his system and he could feel it in every single nerve and every single muscle....hell probably even in every single hair on his aching body. His mouth was dry and felt like he hadn't had a drink of water in days. Even his head felt like a million tons just to try and lift it up.
He popped his eye open and regretted it. Everything was out of focus and blurred. He closed his eye blinked hard and fast and tried again by opening both. It helped somewhat.
Although his body complained he sat up and began to look around. From just where he was he could tell the house was mammoth sized. The texture of the house took on the look of Italian, from the antiques about the room and the paintings that decorated the walls.
Bosco's eyes came to rest on a man who had been sitting there the whole time. He had never seen the man in his life and couldn't figure out why the hell the man had a stupid cheesy ass smile on his face.
"So you're finally awake I see, care for something to drink?"
Bosco didn't say anything. Just stared at him like he was completely and utterly insane.
"Well you don't have to be rude Mr. Boscorelli, you could have just simply said yes or no?"
"Who the hell are you and why am I here?"
"Well Officer I would think on the streets I'm called "Big Rick", the man chuckled "but you can just call me Rick."
Rick got up from where he sat and while walking over to a big glass window that allowed light into the large room he lit a cigar.
"You still haven't answered me jag off, what in the hell am I DOING HERE?"
He turned around at the tone of Bosco's voice rising. He wiggled his finger as though he was father talking to his young son.
"Tut, Tut, Officer, we don't yell in my house....I brought you to one of my many houses cause I felt I should meet you in person....I'm a people persons you know...all my life,"
Bosco cut him off.
"Listen to me you fucking asshole, I don't care who you are or who you think you are, but in about 5 seconds I'm walking out of here whether you like it or not."
Rick's face-hardened. His jaw line twitched and he got this look as though he was just itching to punch Bosco. But as quick as that angry had appeared it disappeared and a smirk replaced it as he watched Bosco try to get up.
Bosco jumped up from his sitting position attempting to take a step he collapsed onto the ground. He felt bile running up his throat but he was able to hold it.
"Oh what a delight you are Officer....quicker with the tongue I see then your brother," Rick let out a laugh "Oh this will be fun, I know it will be."
Rick went over to a phone and without dialing he spoke into it quickly. Bosco forced his body to turn back around and look up at Rick as he made his way over to him and then kneeled in front of him.
"The reason I have you here Boscorelli, is I don't like people screwing with my business. I don't like it when I don't get my fair share of the wealth of profit cause some cop decided to arrest one of my boys. No....you see, I know what you did....you sending my boys to prison while you get your Bro off cause you can, cause you're a fucking cop!
A man walked into the room with a tray. Rick stood up and walked over and grabbed something and then as he walked back to Bosco, Bosco in return got ready.
"I need to do some more of my business, somebody decided they wanted to fuck with me so I'm going to do what I always do, kill them. But not you, oh I won't kill you just yet....we are going to have some fun, you know the whole 'set an example' for the rest of those stinking cops, those who dare think they can just lock up my boys and not get a penalty." He snickered.
Rick then showed what he had in his hands. Another syringe, another drug for Bosco.
"Now this isn't anything but something put you to sleep while I make sure the job is done properly and when you wake, my boys and I can have some fun with yah...bet your already excited."
Bosco waited for his move. He waited and he got it. When Rick put the needle of the syringe into the vile Bosco jumped up from where he lay and ignored whatever dizziness was bugging him before. He threw a hard right punch at Rick making him stumble back.
He then ran towards the window, he wasn't going to run around the house trying to find the damn door to the front cause by then he would have lost his advantage. He grabbed a chair as he sped by and then flung it with all his strength towards the area he would be coming through.
Now on the opposite end, Nick had just decided to stroll around checking out things when he happened to be going right by the window that Bosco was jumping out off. Nick felt everything, he felt the chair he felt the shards of glass and he felt Bosco.
As Bosco jumped through he covered his face, protecting it against any glass that may end up cutting him. He didn't realize but he didn't have his NYPD jacket on any longer and some of the glass had cut some of his exposed skin. But that didn't matter to him, what matter was escaping. He felt Nick's body contact with his and they both tumbled on the soft green grass.
Bosco was already trying to get up and get the hell out of there but something had hold of his leg. He looked back to recognize one of the men who had helped kidnap him in the first place. His face was now cut up from the glass and where the chair had hit him and he looked already majorly pissed off.
Bosco let out a grunt and with his other free foot he swung hard, getting the sound of a yelp and the reward of getting his foot free. He dug his feet into the grass and then with his hands he pushed off. He swung his arms hard trying to get the momentum up trying to make his body run faster and harder then it had ever done before.
He could hear yelling from behind him but he dared not look back. Everybody knows the important rule of running away from somebody or something, don't look back because you slow down when you do.
As he continued to run he thought he would come up against some sort of gate but he didn't and he saw the precious woods. He ran towards them not stopping.
When he got into the woods he ran even faster. He wished he knew where he was going but pure adrenaline didn't let him stop and think, just made him keep running.
Bosco didn't even know what had happened only that he was flying. He had tripped over an overturn root and the worst part was when he tripped he went rolling down a steep hill. All of Bosco's vision turned to nothing but a spinning blur. He could hear voices all around him but he couldn't see anything but the spinning trees. Bosco finally came to a stop at the end of the ditch, he tried catching his breath, trying to will his body to get up but he couldn't.
He prayed as he lay in a sprawled out position, feeling the wet leaves soaking into his T-shirt hoping on hope that they would just leave him alone. That they wouldn't find him and that he would wake up in the same spot and be able to get back up and begin his run again. Only when he could feel his slip on consciousness on the world he heard the soft unmistakable sound of somebody walking up to him. The last thing he saw before his vision darkened was Nick looking down at him.
TBC....