Howdy again guys. Sorry it took me forever to do another chapter but hey, what can I say I'm a little snott ;). Well I'm back but having some trouble with this story, writers block. Anyways special thanks go for Chapter 6 ;) to Debbie, Jewel, Dem and just to anybody who gave me encouragement for this deranged story.
Author Note: Thought I would remind you, the future chapters are going to be some what dark, for it being about drugs and so forth...well if you been reading you probably didn't assume this would be happy running through the flowers, so I'll shut up and let you read. Thank you again and hope it's not to out there.
Chapter 5
Mikey had gone home and stayed there. He would sit in front of the TV but anything he flipped to he wouldn't really pay attention. He would then get up and walk to the refrigerator, open it, and then shut it hard.
He wanted the phone to ring so badly. But he got a knock on the door instead.
"Police open up."
Mikey grabbed his baseball bat and then opened the door.
"Whoa, Mikey."
Faith's hands were out before her in defense. Gusler was behind her grabbing for his gun. Knowing how he would react Faith glanced behind her.
"It's okay Gusler."
Mikey discarded the bat and turned and went back into the small apartment and dropped down hard onto the ratty couch with the bat resting on his knees.
Faith motioned for Gusler to follow. He did and shut the door behind and both of the cops walked and stood in front of Mikey.
"Mikey....look at me."
Mikey was looking away concentrating on anybody but Faith.
"You know who has Bosco, don't you?" Faith said this more as a statement then a question. Mikey looked down again.
"Mikey look at me...." Mikey finally looked over at her as she spoke to him like he was one of her kids and had got their hand caught in the cookie jar before dinner. "You know who Mikey, who is it?"
Before Mikey answered Faith's demanding question the phone interrupted the silence.
Mikey picked up the phone with a shaky hand. He placed it near his ear and again looked away from Faith.
"Mikey this is David, I found the house you probably are looking for...."
Mikey listened as David went on to tell him where his brother could possibly be at that very moment. He looked up at Faith and wondered how he was going to get everybody out of this one, alive and not hurt in the process.
"Thanks Dave, I owe you one."
"Yeah you do Mikey....take care."
Mikey hung up the phone and then stood up and then looked at Faith and Gusler who were standing watching his every move.
"Do you have any more questions cause I have some business to tend to."
Faith looked at him long and hard and then with a bit of a hurt and defeated look she shook her head no.
"Come on Gusler."
Both of the cops left Mikey's small trashy apartment. Mikey waited for a good couple of minutes for finally stepping out and running to his car. He jumped into his car and tore off not even paying attention to the RMP cruiser tailing from a far distance.
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Slowly consciousness came back to Bosco. His senses where back before his eyes where open. He heard the slight whoosh sound and his eyes opened when a vicious kick came to his unprotected side.
He tried to roll over and hug his now attacked side but something was preventing him from doing that. Looking to his sides he saw what was holding him down, metal clasps. They were bolted to the floor and barely had any movement for the chain was near the cold cement in which they were secured to. He felt like he was in a movie where he was in a old dungeon and he was the prisoner of a bloodthirsty king that happened to be pissed at him for doing something he had no inclination of knowing about.
He came to find out his legs were in the same dilemma as his arms, secured to the ground and slightly apart from his body. The chains proved for what they where made for, to hold him in place and captive.
Another kick came from nowhere and Bosco grunted from the blow that came to one of his many vulnerable spots on his body.
Some blood began to seep out of his mouth. He had accidentally bit down hard on his tongue when the kick had come into contact with his body. He turned his head and did the best he could to spit out the salty copper taste that made Bosco want to gag altogether.
When he turned his head back around and looked for his attacker he just got the full shot of a boot right in his vision. His eyes looked up as best they could from his position on the floor to see Nick standing there with an evil twisted grin. Bosco could see the various swollen cuts and bruises that he had caused already on Nick's face. Some from the glass when he first tried to get away and the rest were from some of the good lucky punches he got in when he tried again to escape.
Bosco saw the third blow before he felt it. He closed his eyes in pain trying his best not to let the agony of the blow register on his face. He failed. He could feel his face contract as the pain continued to throb from his side and ribcage.
Opening his eyes again and looking for something to focus on he found nothing but a simple bare room. When he finally let his eyes again rest on Nick he could see the pleasure on the man's face at his discomfort.
"Funny isn't it?"
Bosco refused to answer his question. He just glared at him as Nick continued to taunt the NYPD cop.
"This house has so much history. Like this very room," Nick turning his head and hands out in the air he smiled and then looked back down "was used for insane inmates."
"What?"
"Yeah. This whole basement was once part of a big prison. They tore down most of it as you can see but Rick's great, great uncle decided to keep some of the old prison cells knowing there just might be some use in it yet....like this room. When a convict would go mad and begin screaming they would chain him up in this room or one similar like this and leave him. They either drugged him or just left him, to rot"
"Your telling me this all because...."
"Don't you see the irony in it?"
"Well I think if you were in my shoes right now I would think you would say....fuck no."
Nick let out a small snicker and then bent down balancing down on the balls of his feet.
"The irony is that you're in a room that was meant for convicts, for rapists, murderous conniving back stabbing bastards, guys that were the worst of the possible worse who went mad in this very same room. Officer, what does it feel like to be in a room at the mercy of a man your fellow officers tried to put me away in, a room like this?" Nick noted the look on Bosco's face.
"Yes, Joey and I had to pay for Mikey's problem, your fucking screwed up brother, but no you had to get him off. God's know why you decided to help a sibling so messed up like that as it is, and you left Joey and me to rot in a prison cell."
A door opened from behind Nick and in walked Rick Deamilis, "Big Rick", with a big grin on his face. Nick stood up and then looked down at Bosco.
"So do you see the irony now Officer Boscorelli? The monsters the druggies, that you put your sweat and soul into keeping locked up just keep reappearing....the humor, the drugs you try and destroy come back and this time will make you the monster....the one that gets hunted down, the one who can't even breath without the essence of the sweet drug in the veins of your body, oh you will become a monster alright and what do you know, you may like it."
Nick pulled out the clear glass of an ordinary syringe. But Bosco knew it wasn't just some ordinary drug. He began to thrash around trying to get free of these madmen. But the shackles did their magic, keeping him on the ground and at bay while a couple men came in and held him down even firmer. Nick plunged the drug into Bosco's system, all the while Rick was standing in the far back smiling like he was a proud father.
The men got up and walked out. Nick was practically sitting on Bosco so Bosco couldn't move while giving him the drug but now it was over he leaned over and smacked him on the cheek with his hand.
"Enjoy the night, Officer Boscorelli."
Nick then got up and Rick and himself left Bosco on the ground in the small dark cold room chained to the cement floor. They turned the light off submitting him to complete darkness. The drug began to do wonders already sending Bosco into his own personal hell.
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"What are you doing?"
Gusler glanced over at the face of Faith Yokas, which was set in a stern and determined tone. She was focusing on the automobile in front of them. He didn't try to ask her again he just stared out the passenger window for what seemed like minutes to him but was only seconds and then looked back at the car that they were tailing from far behind.
They had begun following Mikey Boscorelli since he had left his craphole apartment. Faith knew, gut instinct, that Mikey knew where her partner was and that he was going to lead her to him. She also knew if Mikey kept going in the same direction in which they were heading they would have to pull back, it being out of their Precinct.
"55-David."
Gusler looked over at Faith and not seeing any hint to answer or stay off the radio he did what he thought was best.
"55-David."
"55 we have a 10-59 on" Gusler listened to the address and was hoping Faith was to.
"10-4 Central"
He didn't know what to do. He wasn't sure if he should switch the siren on or just sit there and hope Faith would do it.
Faith clenched her hands around the wheel making her knuckles turn a sickly white and tightening her jaw. He than watched her look at the car in front and when the next block came by she let out a sad deep sigh and took the corner sharp.
"Should I turn on the lights?"
Faith didn't answer just pressing the pedal to make it gain up speed. Gusler could see the uncoming traffic and began to get scared.
"Should I put the siren on....Faith....?"
He watched for any kind of sign from her.
"Faith."
At first Gusler wondered if Faith should be even at work but that was until she nodded while saying.
"Turn on the lights, Gusler."
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Faith could see the smoke coming from the apartment from the block over.
"Oh no."
Gusler could see the same apartment that Faith and him had visited yesterday early in the day looking for Bosco. It was his mother's bar and apartment.
Faith stopped the car hard and jumped out of the car, as did Gusler. They stood there unsure of what to do. "Where is the F.D.?
Gusler didn't know if Faith and him shouldn't wait for the firemen or go inside and try and help the victims. He narrowed it to, wait. He didn't know if he could go in that burning building he was scared of fire and scared to death for his life.
Faith was ready to run into the inferno building when the fire truck could be heard down the street along with the ambulance trailing behind.
"Faith wait...." That cry for her to stay had worked and she waited long enough for the trucks to get there. Gusler ended up walking away to find the captain of the fire department and try to explain the situation of possibility of vics.
Jimmy had begun walking up to the building when he noticed Faith was missing her partner. Already assuming Boscorelli was inside not even realizing or knowing that the officer wasn't a no show.
"Faith is Bosco inside....Faith?"
Faith was staring at the fire that seemed to come out every window and every opening for it to escape and breath.
"Faith...where is Bosco?"
"What?" Faith finally came out of her daze.
Jimmy was beginning to become impatient.
"Bosco...where...is...he?" Jimmy went extra slow trying to let it all sink into Faith's mind.
Faith then gave him a confused look.
"What are you talking about, Bosco's isn't here today."
That is when Gusler showed up again and Jimmy just looked at Gusler then at Faith and without thinking about it turned back around to lead the way into the scorching hot building.
Anybody who wasn't FDNY stood around and did nothing. Some cops were directing traffic but the majority were watching and just waiting. They had watched, as the fire that seemed like it would never die finally decrease into nothing.
What seemed like eternity Jimmy had finally walked out with other firemen coming up from behind him.
"Fire's out."
Faith feared the worse. She believed when they walked out of the building Angela was dead and that was it, Bosco's mother was now dead.
She couldn't find the words to ask Jimmy if they had found anybody, yet Gusler did.
"Did you find anybody?"
Jimmy stopped. The heavy gear seemed to complement his body and yet make him look very tired as the sweat was pouring from his face. He gave a grim look.
"Yeah we did, upper stars curled in a ball, poor thing."
"You couldn't, you couldn't tell who it was, you ummmm not sure, right?" Faith's words came out rather gibberish but Jimmy understood what she was saying.
"No we don't know who it was, but looking from the body it looked like to be young woman, why?"
Faith looked down.
"Cause this is Bosco's mother's apartment and bar."
Jimmy turned back around and looked at the now black and gloomy building that once stood with some dignity and pride.
"I don't," But before Jimmy could continue Faith heard the voice of a certain mother.
"Oh my God what happened, what the hell HAPPENED?"
Faith turned around and could see Angela Rose Boscorelli walking up and had a horrified expression look as she bypassed the police duck tape.
"My home my....oh my God AMBER!!!! Did she make it out, oh Lord did she, please tell me Faith."
Angela had grabbed a hold of her arms and was practically shaking Faith. Angela looked over at Jimmy who couldn't hide the fact they had found a body that used to be a human living being.
"What I'm I going to tell her Mother, oh my....who did this what happened."
Faith just shook her head.
"I don't know."
Faith lied. She had a pretty good guess who had done this to Angela and Faith had a pretty good feeling that Angela knew she was fibbing as well but Angela was the type of person who couldn't admit her children could do something wrong. But Faith could and she knew it was Mikey's doing. What ever he had done to piss somebody off was getting even to the family and that meant she had to find Bosco and find him quick before it was to late.
TBC....
Tag Note: Well I don't know when the next part will be out, I'll try and work on it. But like I said having some writers block, fearing this story going to be way out there. Anyways feedback is grateful, so to those who did give me some and still giving me thank you very much. ;) I'll try and not take a month like I did this last chapter. Thanks again, and Peace Out ~Codes~
Author Note: Thought I would remind you, the future chapters are going to be some what dark, for it being about drugs and so forth...well if you been reading you probably didn't assume this would be happy running through the flowers, so I'll shut up and let you read. Thank you again and hope it's not to out there.
Chapter 5
Mikey had gone home and stayed there. He would sit in front of the TV but anything he flipped to he wouldn't really pay attention. He would then get up and walk to the refrigerator, open it, and then shut it hard.
He wanted the phone to ring so badly. But he got a knock on the door instead.
"Police open up."
Mikey grabbed his baseball bat and then opened the door.
"Whoa, Mikey."
Faith's hands were out before her in defense. Gusler was behind her grabbing for his gun. Knowing how he would react Faith glanced behind her.
"It's okay Gusler."
Mikey discarded the bat and turned and went back into the small apartment and dropped down hard onto the ratty couch with the bat resting on his knees.
Faith motioned for Gusler to follow. He did and shut the door behind and both of the cops walked and stood in front of Mikey.
"Mikey....look at me."
Mikey was looking away concentrating on anybody but Faith.
"You know who has Bosco, don't you?" Faith said this more as a statement then a question. Mikey looked down again.
"Mikey look at me...." Mikey finally looked over at her as she spoke to him like he was one of her kids and had got their hand caught in the cookie jar before dinner. "You know who Mikey, who is it?"
Before Mikey answered Faith's demanding question the phone interrupted the silence.
Mikey picked up the phone with a shaky hand. He placed it near his ear and again looked away from Faith.
"Mikey this is David, I found the house you probably are looking for...."
Mikey listened as David went on to tell him where his brother could possibly be at that very moment. He looked up at Faith and wondered how he was going to get everybody out of this one, alive and not hurt in the process.
"Thanks Dave, I owe you one."
"Yeah you do Mikey....take care."
Mikey hung up the phone and then stood up and then looked at Faith and Gusler who were standing watching his every move.
"Do you have any more questions cause I have some business to tend to."
Faith looked at him long and hard and then with a bit of a hurt and defeated look she shook her head no.
"Come on Gusler."
Both of the cops left Mikey's small trashy apartment. Mikey waited for a good couple of minutes for finally stepping out and running to his car. He jumped into his car and tore off not even paying attention to the RMP cruiser tailing from a far distance.
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Slowly consciousness came back to Bosco. His senses where back before his eyes where open. He heard the slight whoosh sound and his eyes opened when a vicious kick came to his unprotected side.
He tried to roll over and hug his now attacked side but something was preventing him from doing that. Looking to his sides he saw what was holding him down, metal clasps. They were bolted to the floor and barely had any movement for the chain was near the cold cement in which they were secured to. He felt like he was in a movie where he was in a old dungeon and he was the prisoner of a bloodthirsty king that happened to be pissed at him for doing something he had no inclination of knowing about.
He came to find out his legs were in the same dilemma as his arms, secured to the ground and slightly apart from his body. The chains proved for what they where made for, to hold him in place and captive.
Another kick came from nowhere and Bosco grunted from the blow that came to one of his many vulnerable spots on his body.
Some blood began to seep out of his mouth. He had accidentally bit down hard on his tongue when the kick had come into contact with his body. He turned his head and did the best he could to spit out the salty copper taste that made Bosco want to gag altogether.
When he turned his head back around and looked for his attacker he just got the full shot of a boot right in his vision. His eyes looked up as best they could from his position on the floor to see Nick standing there with an evil twisted grin. Bosco could see the various swollen cuts and bruises that he had caused already on Nick's face. Some from the glass when he first tried to get away and the rest were from some of the good lucky punches he got in when he tried again to escape.
Bosco saw the third blow before he felt it. He closed his eyes in pain trying his best not to let the agony of the blow register on his face. He failed. He could feel his face contract as the pain continued to throb from his side and ribcage.
Opening his eyes again and looking for something to focus on he found nothing but a simple bare room. When he finally let his eyes again rest on Nick he could see the pleasure on the man's face at his discomfort.
"Funny isn't it?"
Bosco refused to answer his question. He just glared at him as Nick continued to taunt the NYPD cop.
"This house has so much history. Like this very room," Nick turning his head and hands out in the air he smiled and then looked back down "was used for insane inmates."
"What?"
"Yeah. This whole basement was once part of a big prison. They tore down most of it as you can see but Rick's great, great uncle decided to keep some of the old prison cells knowing there just might be some use in it yet....like this room. When a convict would go mad and begin screaming they would chain him up in this room or one similar like this and leave him. They either drugged him or just left him, to rot"
"Your telling me this all because...."
"Don't you see the irony in it?"
"Well I think if you were in my shoes right now I would think you would say....fuck no."
Nick let out a small snicker and then bent down balancing down on the balls of his feet.
"The irony is that you're in a room that was meant for convicts, for rapists, murderous conniving back stabbing bastards, guys that were the worst of the possible worse who went mad in this very same room. Officer, what does it feel like to be in a room at the mercy of a man your fellow officers tried to put me away in, a room like this?" Nick noted the look on Bosco's face.
"Yes, Joey and I had to pay for Mikey's problem, your fucking screwed up brother, but no you had to get him off. God's know why you decided to help a sibling so messed up like that as it is, and you left Joey and me to rot in a prison cell."
A door opened from behind Nick and in walked Rick Deamilis, "Big Rick", with a big grin on his face. Nick stood up and then looked down at Bosco.
"So do you see the irony now Officer Boscorelli? The monsters the druggies, that you put your sweat and soul into keeping locked up just keep reappearing....the humor, the drugs you try and destroy come back and this time will make you the monster....the one that gets hunted down, the one who can't even breath without the essence of the sweet drug in the veins of your body, oh you will become a monster alright and what do you know, you may like it."
Nick pulled out the clear glass of an ordinary syringe. But Bosco knew it wasn't just some ordinary drug. He began to thrash around trying to get free of these madmen. But the shackles did their magic, keeping him on the ground and at bay while a couple men came in and held him down even firmer. Nick plunged the drug into Bosco's system, all the while Rick was standing in the far back smiling like he was a proud father.
The men got up and walked out. Nick was practically sitting on Bosco so Bosco couldn't move while giving him the drug but now it was over he leaned over and smacked him on the cheek with his hand.
"Enjoy the night, Officer Boscorelli."
Nick then got up and Rick and himself left Bosco on the ground in the small dark cold room chained to the cement floor. They turned the light off submitting him to complete darkness. The drug began to do wonders already sending Bosco into his own personal hell.
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"What are you doing?"
Gusler glanced over at the face of Faith Yokas, which was set in a stern and determined tone. She was focusing on the automobile in front of them. He didn't try to ask her again he just stared out the passenger window for what seemed like minutes to him but was only seconds and then looked back at the car that they were tailing from far behind.
They had begun following Mikey Boscorelli since he had left his craphole apartment. Faith knew, gut instinct, that Mikey knew where her partner was and that he was going to lead her to him. She also knew if Mikey kept going in the same direction in which they were heading they would have to pull back, it being out of their Precinct.
"55-David."
Gusler looked over at Faith and not seeing any hint to answer or stay off the radio he did what he thought was best.
"55-David."
"55 we have a 10-59 on" Gusler listened to the address and was hoping Faith was to.
"10-4 Central"
He didn't know what to do. He wasn't sure if he should switch the siren on or just sit there and hope Faith would do it.
Faith clenched her hands around the wheel making her knuckles turn a sickly white and tightening her jaw. He than watched her look at the car in front and when the next block came by she let out a sad deep sigh and took the corner sharp.
"Should I turn on the lights?"
Faith didn't answer just pressing the pedal to make it gain up speed. Gusler could see the uncoming traffic and began to get scared.
"Should I put the siren on....Faith....?"
He watched for any kind of sign from her.
"Faith."
At first Gusler wondered if Faith should be even at work but that was until she nodded while saying.
"Turn on the lights, Gusler."
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Faith could see the smoke coming from the apartment from the block over.
"Oh no."
Gusler could see the same apartment that Faith and him had visited yesterday early in the day looking for Bosco. It was his mother's bar and apartment.
Faith stopped the car hard and jumped out of the car, as did Gusler. They stood there unsure of what to do. "Where is the F.D.?
Gusler didn't know if Faith and him shouldn't wait for the firemen or go inside and try and help the victims. He narrowed it to, wait. He didn't know if he could go in that burning building he was scared of fire and scared to death for his life.
Faith was ready to run into the inferno building when the fire truck could be heard down the street along with the ambulance trailing behind.
"Faith wait...." That cry for her to stay had worked and she waited long enough for the trucks to get there. Gusler ended up walking away to find the captain of the fire department and try to explain the situation of possibility of vics.
Jimmy had begun walking up to the building when he noticed Faith was missing her partner. Already assuming Boscorelli was inside not even realizing or knowing that the officer wasn't a no show.
"Faith is Bosco inside....Faith?"
Faith was staring at the fire that seemed to come out every window and every opening for it to escape and breath.
"Faith...where is Bosco?"
"What?" Faith finally came out of her daze.
Jimmy was beginning to become impatient.
"Bosco...where...is...he?" Jimmy went extra slow trying to let it all sink into Faith's mind.
Faith then gave him a confused look.
"What are you talking about, Bosco's isn't here today."
That is when Gusler showed up again and Jimmy just looked at Gusler then at Faith and without thinking about it turned back around to lead the way into the scorching hot building.
Anybody who wasn't FDNY stood around and did nothing. Some cops were directing traffic but the majority were watching and just waiting. They had watched, as the fire that seemed like it would never die finally decrease into nothing.
What seemed like eternity Jimmy had finally walked out with other firemen coming up from behind him.
"Fire's out."
Faith feared the worse. She believed when they walked out of the building Angela was dead and that was it, Bosco's mother was now dead.
She couldn't find the words to ask Jimmy if they had found anybody, yet Gusler did.
"Did you find anybody?"
Jimmy stopped. The heavy gear seemed to complement his body and yet make him look very tired as the sweat was pouring from his face. He gave a grim look.
"Yeah we did, upper stars curled in a ball, poor thing."
"You couldn't, you couldn't tell who it was, you ummmm not sure, right?" Faith's words came out rather gibberish but Jimmy understood what she was saying.
"No we don't know who it was, but looking from the body it looked like to be young woman, why?"
Faith looked down.
"Cause this is Bosco's mother's apartment and bar."
Jimmy turned back around and looked at the now black and gloomy building that once stood with some dignity and pride.
"I don't," But before Jimmy could continue Faith heard the voice of a certain mother.
"Oh my God what happened, what the hell HAPPENED?"
Faith turned around and could see Angela Rose Boscorelli walking up and had a horrified expression look as she bypassed the police duck tape.
"My home my....oh my God AMBER!!!! Did she make it out, oh Lord did she, please tell me Faith."
Angela had grabbed a hold of her arms and was practically shaking Faith. Angela looked over at Jimmy who couldn't hide the fact they had found a body that used to be a human living being.
"What I'm I going to tell her Mother, oh my....who did this what happened."
Faith just shook her head.
"I don't know."
Faith lied. She had a pretty good guess who had done this to Angela and Faith had a pretty good feeling that Angela knew she was fibbing as well but Angela was the type of person who couldn't admit her children could do something wrong. But Faith could and she knew it was Mikey's doing. What ever he had done to piss somebody off was getting even to the family and that meant she had to find Bosco and find him quick before it was to late.
TBC....
Tag Note: Well I don't know when the next part will be out, I'll try and work on it. But like I said having some writers block, fearing this story going to be way out there. Anyways feedback is grateful, so to those who did give me some and still giving me thank you very much. ;) I'll try and not take a month like I did this last chapter. Thanks again, and Peace Out ~Codes~