With 55 David under massive construction/repair/relocation, I had no choice
but to sit down and occupy my mind. My Muse, Lyra, is wanting to move on,
and there should only be 2 or 3 more chapters after this one. It's been
an amazing journey, I must say, and I can't wait to start a new fic...
This one has been so much fun, and the experience has been amazing, thanks
to all of you! I truly appreciate all the replies, positive and negative,
because they help me understand myself and you guys.
Thank you! I hope the last few don't disappoint, but I'll have time to
really look them over before I can post them anyways, so they should be as
perfect as possible.
Abyss
By: Syko4Bosco aka A. Lalad
Rating: PG-13
Category: Bosco Angst, B/Y UST
Summary: Bosco is kidnapped and witnesses a horrific act
that he can not come to terms with. As his guilt
and silence overwhelm him, he spirals downward
into a deep depression. Can Faith get to him
before it's too late?
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership, nor do I gain any type
of compensation or reward for this story. I
write for my own personal enjoyment, and share
my writing with others who may also enjoy it.
Third Watch (c) and all registered characters belong
to NBC.
Abyss
By: Syko4Bosco aka A. Lalad
(18/?)
==*==
[i]In extreme life and death situations, average people are capable of super-human
feats. Women lifting cars to save their trapped children, for instance. Or a
cop running 20 long city blocks in under 20 minutes to save his partner and
best friend...[/i]
==*==
823 58th St.
3:23 am
He was running faster than he had ever run before. The rapid fire beating
of his heart and his convulsing lungs wouldn't stop him, even as the world
around him began to grow dim.
He was running on his subconcious, not paying attention to where he was going,
his feet and mind leading the way.
Bosco barely stopped to catch his breath as he quickly approached the old
packaging warehouse. He ran around the building pulling on each of the metal
doors, but none would open.
Backing up into the alley beside him, Bosco sprinted as fast as he could and
slammed into the door with full force.
It complied and burst open, but the impact had knocked all of the air out of
Bosco, and his already exhausted body collapsed before he realized what was
happening.
==*==
823 58th St.
3:29 am
He awoke with a start, horrific images of Angela and Faith exploding in his
mind.
Sitting up quickly, he glanced at his watch. A wave of nausea hit him
when he realized he had less one minute to locate Faith before it was too late.
He stood and ran through the warehouse, kicking down doors and sprinting
down hallways of boxes. There were old crates and dollies blocking
each pathway, it seemed, and as Bosco glanced at his watch one last time
his heart sunk.
3:30.
Tears sprung to his eyes and he looked around quickly.
A loud cackling laugh from behind sent shivers down Bosco's spine, and he
spun on his heel instantly.
There, standing to the side of him clear as day, was Angela Karas. In the
flesh.
Horrific images of those weeks at 1013 Burlington St. flashed through Bosco's
mind, and his heart beat faster. His hands were shaking and his knees felt
weak, but Bosco knew he couldn't collapse now. He couldn't afford to show any
weakness. This was life and death.
More than any other, the memory of Bosco killing Angela replayed itself over
and over, and he realized with a sinking feeling that he had not killed Angela--
rather, he'd killed her minion: Ricardo.
They stood completely still, staring at eachother for what felt like an
eternity before Bosco saw Faith.
Her hands were tied above her head, and she was hanging about a foot off
of the ground, roped wrists tied around a hook hanging from a crane. She
was gagged the same way Bosco had been. Angela stood about 5 feet in front of her.
Bosco watched her for movement, but she was out cold. From his position
40 feet away, Bosco prayed that she was only passed out and not dead.
"What, no hug?" Angela laughed and tossed her hair back out of her face.
"Ok, you've got me, now let her go!"
"You know that's not how it works. If I kill you, I won't get to see you
suffer like I did. Richie meant the world to me. And you killed him in
cold blood. Like I'm going to kill her. Gimme all your weapons."
He reluctantly pulled his gun from his waist holster and threw it at her
feet.
She raised her eyebrows at him.
"I don't have any more." He lied, breathing hard.
"If you lie, she dies more painfully. A bullet to the stomach is an incredibly
slow and torturous way to die, did you know that? I was going to be nice and
put it in her skull, but if you'd rather--"
She produced a gun and cocked it quickly, before he had a chance to grab his
from his ankle holster.
"I don't have anymore guns!" He yelled again, and she paused.
"I didn't say guns. I said weapons."
Thanking God silently for the well hidden weapon on his leg, he tossed her
his mace, stun-gun, and pocket knife.
Angela was satisfied. She raised her gun toward Faith again. Bosco prepared
himself to grab for the Feather-weight gun on his ankle, but he knew he had to stall.
"I was only a rookie!" was the first thought to come to mind.
She lowered her gun and turned to him, utter hatred in her eyes.
"Richie was only a KID!"
"He was going to kill an officer--I had no choice! I regret it--"
"Oh, yeah, I'm sure you do. I'm sure you think about him EVERYDAY, don't
you? Of course you DON'T! Don't even try and tell me that. To you, he
was just another criminal off the streets who was lower than you. You
damn pigs think you can play God. Well you can't. Because when you do,
bad things happen to the people you love!"
He moved a little closer to her, unnoticed.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Faith's eyes flick open.
He yelled out before Angela could turn back to Faith.
"But Angela...you have a choice! You can be the better person. You're killing
another innocent woman!"
"ANOTHER? [b]You[/b]killed the first one Boscorelli."
Bosco couldn't breathe. The words he had tried to block out of his mind...
the words he had been running from for weeks...the words he could never
bring himself to say...
She took advantage of his shock.
Unseen to both of them, Faith watched the whole situation from her painful
position hanging from the crane. She listened to Angela's words, and watched
Bosco's reaction with surprise and concern, but she needed to do something.
Fast.
Faith looked down at Angela, who was now about 3 or 4 feet away from her.
She tried to catch Bosco's eye, but he was staring horrified at Angela, in
a trance.
"Yeah, that's right. You killed her. You had the chance to save her and
you didn't. You let me believe that I had the right person. And believe me,
for that, you do deserve to die. And I will kill you. Right after I finish
with her--"
Angela turned to point the gun at Faith, but before she could do it, Faith
swung her legs up under her and kicked Angela square in the chest, sending
her flying across the room, gun flung from her hand.
Bosco snapped out of his trance and grabbed for his ankle gun as Angela
scrambled for hers.
All his feelings poured out of him, and from outside of his body, he watched
his stoic, emotionless self as he followed her with the barrel of his gun.
Without thinking, he squeezed the trigger, hitting Angela's left bicep.
"For Me." he whispered coldly.
She screamed, but it didn't seem to phase her. She grabbed her gun and
started to stand when he squeezed it again, bullet connecting with her
torso.
[i]A bullet to the stomach is an incredibly slow and torturous way to die, did you know that?[/i]
"For Faith." he spat at her, devoid of feelings.
She looked down at herself, blood pouring out of the hole in her midsection,
laughed sickly, and slowly raised her gun to point at him.
He didn't even feel himself fire the last shot.
Angela fell to her knees, a small line of blood running out of the wound in the
center of her forehead.
Bosco watched in slow motion as she fell backward, body thuding sickly on the
cold cement.
His voice echoed in the now silent warehouse:
"For Jane Doe."
===============
END OF PART 18
===============
but to sit down and occupy my mind. My Muse, Lyra, is wanting to move on,
and there should only be 2 or 3 more chapters after this one. It's been
an amazing journey, I must say, and I can't wait to start a new fic...
This one has been so much fun, and the experience has been amazing, thanks
to all of you! I truly appreciate all the replies, positive and negative,
because they help me understand myself and you guys.
Thank you! I hope the last few don't disappoint, but I'll have time to
really look them over before I can post them anyways, so they should be as
perfect as possible.
Abyss
By: Syko4Bosco aka A. Lalad
Rating: PG-13
Category: Bosco Angst, B/Y UST
Summary: Bosco is kidnapped and witnesses a horrific act
that he can not come to terms with. As his guilt
and silence overwhelm him, he spirals downward
into a deep depression. Can Faith get to him
before it's too late?
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership, nor do I gain any type
of compensation or reward for this story. I
write for my own personal enjoyment, and share
my writing with others who may also enjoy it.
Third Watch (c) and all registered characters belong
to NBC.
Abyss
By: Syko4Bosco aka A. Lalad
(18/?)
==*==
[i]In extreme life and death situations, average people are capable of super-human
feats. Women lifting cars to save their trapped children, for instance. Or a
cop running 20 long city blocks in under 20 minutes to save his partner and
best friend...[/i]
==*==
823 58th St.
3:23 am
He was running faster than he had ever run before. The rapid fire beating
of his heart and his convulsing lungs wouldn't stop him, even as the world
around him began to grow dim.
He was running on his subconcious, not paying attention to where he was going,
his feet and mind leading the way.
Bosco barely stopped to catch his breath as he quickly approached the old
packaging warehouse. He ran around the building pulling on each of the metal
doors, but none would open.
Backing up into the alley beside him, Bosco sprinted as fast as he could and
slammed into the door with full force.
It complied and burst open, but the impact had knocked all of the air out of
Bosco, and his already exhausted body collapsed before he realized what was
happening.
==*==
823 58th St.
3:29 am
He awoke with a start, horrific images of Angela and Faith exploding in his
mind.
Sitting up quickly, he glanced at his watch. A wave of nausea hit him
when he realized he had less one minute to locate Faith before it was too late.
He stood and ran through the warehouse, kicking down doors and sprinting
down hallways of boxes. There were old crates and dollies blocking
each pathway, it seemed, and as Bosco glanced at his watch one last time
his heart sunk.
3:30.
Tears sprung to his eyes and he looked around quickly.
A loud cackling laugh from behind sent shivers down Bosco's spine, and he
spun on his heel instantly.
There, standing to the side of him clear as day, was Angela Karas. In the
flesh.
Horrific images of those weeks at 1013 Burlington St. flashed through Bosco's
mind, and his heart beat faster. His hands were shaking and his knees felt
weak, but Bosco knew he couldn't collapse now. He couldn't afford to show any
weakness. This was life and death.
More than any other, the memory of Bosco killing Angela replayed itself over
and over, and he realized with a sinking feeling that he had not killed Angela--
rather, he'd killed her minion: Ricardo.
They stood completely still, staring at eachother for what felt like an
eternity before Bosco saw Faith.
Her hands were tied above her head, and she was hanging about a foot off
of the ground, roped wrists tied around a hook hanging from a crane. She
was gagged the same way Bosco had been. Angela stood about 5 feet in front of her.
Bosco watched her for movement, but she was out cold. From his position
40 feet away, Bosco prayed that she was only passed out and not dead.
"What, no hug?" Angela laughed and tossed her hair back out of her face.
"Ok, you've got me, now let her go!"
"You know that's not how it works. If I kill you, I won't get to see you
suffer like I did. Richie meant the world to me. And you killed him in
cold blood. Like I'm going to kill her. Gimme all your weapons."
He reluctantly pulled his gun from his waist holster and threw it at her
feet.
She raised her eyebrows at him.
"I don't have any more." He lied, breathing hard.
"If you lie, she dies more painfully. A bullet to the stomach is an incredibly
slow and torturous way to die, did you know that? I was going to be nice and
put it in her skull, but if you'd rather--"
She produced a gun and cocked it quickly, before he had a chance to grab his
from his ankle holster.
"I don't have anymore guns!" He yelled again, and she paused.
"I didn't say guns. I said weapons."
Thanking God silently for the well hidden weapon on his leg, he tossed her
his mace, stun-gun, and pocket knife.
Angela was satisfied. She raised her gun toward Faith again. Bosco prepared
himself to grab for the Feather-weight gun on his ankle, but he knew he had to stall.
"I was only a rookie!" was the first thought to come to mind.
She lowered her gun and turned to him, utter hatred in her eyes.
"Richie was only a KID!"
"He was going to kill an officer--I had no choice! I regret it--"
"Oh, yeah, I'm sure you do. I'm sure you think about him EVERYDAY, don't
you? Of course you DON'T! Don't even try and tell me that. To you, he
was just another criminal off the streets who was lower than you. You
damn pigs think you can play God. Well you can't. Because when you do,
bad things happen to the people you love!"
He moved a little closer to her, unnoticed.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Faith's eyes flick open.
He yelled out before Angela could turn back to Faith.
"But Angela...you have a choice! You can be the better person. You're killing
another innocent woman!"
"ANOTHER? [b]You[/b]killed the first one Boscorelli."
Bosco couldn't breathe. The words he had tried to block out of his mind...
the words he had been running from for weeks...the words he could never
bring himself to say...
She took advantage of his shock.
Unseen to both of them, Faith watched the whole situation from her painful
position hanging from the crane. She listened to Angela's words, and watched
Bosco's reaction with surprise and concern, but she needed to do something.
Fast.
Faith looked down at Angela, who was now about 3 or 4 feet away from her.
She tried to catch Bosco's eye, but he was staring horrified at Angela, in
a trance.
"Yeah, that's right. You killed her. You had the chance to save her and
you didn't. You let me believe that I had the right person. And believe me,
for that, you do deserve to die. And I will kill you. Right after I finish
with her--"
Angela turned to point the gun at Faith, but before she could do it, Faith
swung her legs up under her and kicked Angela square in the chest, sending
her flying across the room, gun flung from her hand.
Bosco snapped out of his trance and grabbed for his ankle gun as Angela
scrambled for hers.
All his feelings poured out of him, and from outside of his body, he watched
his stoic, emotionless self as he followed her with the barrel of his gun.
Without thinking, he squeezed the trigger, hitting Angela's left bicep.
"For Me." he whispered coldly.
She screamed, but it didn't seem to phase her. She grabbed her gun and
started to stand when he squeezed it again, bullet connecting with her
torso.
[i]A bullet to the stomach is an incredibly slow and torturous way to die, did you know that?[/i]
"For Faith." he spat at her, devoid of feelings.
She looked down at herself, blood pouring out of the hole in her midsection,
laughed sickly, and slowly raised her gun to point at him.
He didn't even feel himself fire the last shot.
Angela fell to her knees, a small line of blood running out of the wound in the
center of her forehead.
Bosco watched in slow motion as she fell backward, body thuding sickly on the
cold cement.
His voice echoed in the now silent warehouse:
"For Jane Doe."
===============
END OF PART 18
===============
