A/n: hey guys here is the next chapter thanxs agian to all and also to my beta-reader…the next one should be up near the middle of this week until then enjoy…
Chapter 4:Blood and Phones
"Feel up to another round?" the woman asked as Darien woke up. He had passed out about an hour after she had beaten him with the bat. A bruised and beaten Darien looked dimly over at her.
When she had started this little torture session, he had been strapped to a table. Apparently a few of her lackeys had strung him up by his arms to the ceiling. His feet dangled a few inches from the ground. The arm that had been shot was sore and by the looks of it, infected. And to top it all off, he was two segments away from being in quicksilver madness.
"Mr. Fawkes you look terrible." The woman said with a smirk as she pulled her brass knuckles from her pocket and slipped them on. She had changed from her skirt and tank top into a pair of tight slim fitting flair jeans and a sky-blue halter-top.
"Yes, well, a morning of being shot and tortured can do that to a person."
"Yes I imagine it would." She looked away from him.
"How about we just have one more session of beating and then we can move onto something else. Won't that be fun?"
After she finished talked she looked at him for a moment then punched him in the mouth.
"Is that all you got?" Darien asked after stretching his jaw. "No wonder you used that bat, that's the only way you can hurt someone. You and that sissy punch don't do much damage."
She smiled and laughed a bit, then punched him harder this time in the stomach. Darien gasped trying to regain his breath.
"Never mind." He spit out. Just as he pulled in air she hit him again and all the air he had fought to regain left in a rush. He fought to breathe but then he began to cough, and he was overcome with a sense of dread. 'I'm going to die coughing.' He thought ironically. 'I've been through so much crap and I'm going to die coughing.'
Then he felt a hard slap on his back and his coughing slowly came to a stop. "Now stop coughing. You can die yet. We've just begun the suffering.'
Darien breathed in the musty air, but to him it was the best air he had ever tasted. Then he felt a warm tangy taste in his mouth. The woman had moved back in front of him. 'It's blood he realized.' He spat it out and saw the blood splash onto the exposed flesh of the woman's left shoulder. She looked down in disgust. When she saw that it was blood she smiled.
"So all of my hard work hasn't been vain." Darien coughed again feeling more blood in his mouth. 'God Im going to throw up.' Darien thought. He spit again and the blood spilled onto his top.
"I'm so glad I didn't disappoint you." Darien said.
The women smiled and pulled out a cell phone and a knife.
"Oh, do you have to make a call?" Darien said. "Don't let me keep you. If you want I could just step outside."
All she did was smile. "No actually, you have a few phone calls to make." Darien then recognized the cell as his own. His voice caught in his throat.
"Well, let's see. Who can we call?" She asked as she pulled up Darien's speed dial. "There's Alex, Claire, Bobby, Eberts, the Official. That's it? Well! I would have thought that a man like you would have more friends than that. Since there's only five, I think we have more time to talk to whomever we call. What do you say?"
Darien just looked at her wishing the two remaining segments away.
"I believe we'll call your partner. Bobby Hobbes." Then she pressed talk and held the phone up to her ear.
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Bobby and Claire were just about to walk into the Official's office when Bobby's phone rang. Both Claire and Bobby jumped.
"Jesus!" Claire said placing her hand over her heart as if trying to slow it down.
It rang two more times before Bobby found it.
"It's Darien's cell." Bobby said looking up from the screen at Claire. The phone rang again, snapping Claire and Bobby out of their reverie, finally answering it.
"Hello?"
"Hello." Came a female voice.
"Um, who is this?" Bobby asked holding a finger up to Claire who was impatiently waiting by the door.
"You may call me Cassandra." She said. Bobby heard a male voice in the background then a grunt as someone punched whoever he was.
"What do you want?" Bobby asked.
"I have someone here that wants to say hello." Cassandra replied. Then the phone was passed to someone else and Bobby heard a whisper but it was unclear of what she said.
"Hello? Anyone there?" Bobby questioned into the silence of the other line.
"Hobbes?" Came a weak reply.
"Darien!" Bobby said shocked at how weak his partners voice sounded. Seeing Claire step closer to him, Bobby positioned the phone so that both of them could hear.
"Bobby! It's the Chamel-." The phone was pulled away from him and the women came back on.
"Hello again."
"I swear to God if you've hurt him I'll kill you!" Bobby heard a tortured scream from Darien in the background. The line went dead and Bobby and Claire were left looking at the phone.