Neither man says anything. They don't dare think of what the gunshot could indicate. Kane is thankful of the dark. He slumps down into the shadows, a broken man already. He just wanted to know what was going on. The not knowing was driving him crazy.
...........................
Morning
Shelley has given in and called the police. She hadn't had any sleep last night due to worry over her husband and daughter. The bed had felt so empty without Rhys. She needed his support.
Inspector Carter had arrived and had been questioning her for twenty minutes but she could give no exact answers. All she knew was that Kane and Rhys had been following a car at midnight and that someone had taken Kirsty. Someone that had some connection with Kane.
"You say you tried calling Kane's mobile at just after half one?"
"That's right, but the signal was too weak to have a conversation. I couldn't even hear who was on the other end"
Carter nodded thoughtfully before rushing over to his uniformed colleague who stood in the doorway. Hushed words were exchanged before he turned back to Shelley.
"Was that significant?"
"It might have been - there are very few places in this area where you can't get a signal. We're looking into it now. Lets just hope they're within the region"
WAREHOUSE
The door swings open and Kane stumbles to his feet. Rhys is slower to react. He's exhausted. He hadn't had any sleep whereas Kane had managed to get some eventually. Kane had just tried to imagine that he was sleeping out in the bush again, Kirsty several metres away. Safe. It wasn't hard to imagine. It was freezing and uncomfortable.
Jamie steps into the room alone, gun in hand.
"Morning... time to get up."
He smirked. Kane hated him. If he got a chance to seize that gun then he'd take it. No matter what the risk. He was fed up of being controlled by this psycho. He wanted to find out what was going on.
"Quick, quick"
He waved the revolver at them and directed them out of the door and up the hallway, a different direction from where they had entered. At least Kane thought it was. A night in there and he was disorientated. He hardly knew where he was let alone which direction was which.
He gazed into each room they passed, longing to find Kirsty safe and alive. She'd been on his mind all night. She'd been on his mind for the past two months. He just wished that he had been able to tell her his true feelings. Every time he wanted to tell her that he loved her he had clammed up or changed the subject. Even though he knew she felt the same way he was scared. Scared of commitment. Scared of opening himself up in case he was hurt. He could never believe that it was happening to him. How someone like him could be loved by someone like Kirsty. It was all so unreal.
"Door on the right"
Kane scowled to himself, furious that his thoughts had been interrupted. He twists the door handle and the door clicks open. They enter a larger room, a sort of giant corridor, with several doors leading off in various directions. The place was like a maze. Even if he did manage to overpower Jamie there was little chance that he could find Kirsty and make a getaway quickly. Every room looked the same. Dull concrete walls and floors. Filthy or smashed windows letting a chilly breeze in and broken bottles or abandoned crates lying around. The sort of place that you wouldn't like to be alone in.
Jamie indicates for them to sit down. As they move, a crumpled body in the corner catches Kane's attention. Troy.
"What's going on?"
Part of Kane is relieved that the gunshot in the night was nothing to do with Kirsty. Part of him is anxious to know what Jamie wants from them.
"Slight disagreement. Nothing that couldn't be sorted... as you can see"
Kane and Rhys glanced at one another. They were together in this, whether they liked it or not. They had to work together, whatever had happened in the past. Jamie continued
"We had a conflict of ideas. I thought we could put you to use in a more... effective way but my friend wanted to stick to the original plan"
"Before I do anything for you I want proof that Kirsty is alive"
Jamie paused for a moment thoughtfully
"Very well. But if you try anything funny she will die."
He stepped back several steps to the opposite side of the room, his gun still poised towards Kane. He clumsily unbolted a door with one hand and kicked it open, before standing aside
"Out"
Kane overflowed with relief as Kirsty emerged from the room. She was looking exhausted, terrified and upset but she was alive. That was the main thing. He just wanted to go to her. To find out if she was alright. To hold her in his arms. Comfort her.
Kirsty is overjoyed to see Kane sitting in the corner. She knew he would come and find her. She was surprised to see Rhys with him though. Sitting next to him looking just as bedraggled. She had been through hell over the past twelve hours. She had been on her way to meet Kane on the wharf when Jamie's car had pulled up and Jamie had pulled the gun out. She had been forced to get into the car with him and they had driven for what had seemed like miles until they got to this place where they had met with another man, Troy. She was never told exactly what was going on. From what was being said she knew it was to do with Kane. Troy said he had murdered someone. She hadn't known what to believe. She didn't believe Kane could have done anything like that but she never got the full story. Only the bits that suited her captors.
She had spent the night in that tiny room, alone. Troy had come in in the middle of the night, drunk and had tried it on. She couldn't bear to think what might have happened if Jamie hadn't turned up. She had felt powerless. She had tried to fight Troy, but that had made him madder, more determined. There was a struggle between Troy and Jamie and they had gone outside. She had heard an argument, followed by a gunshot. She had cried herself to sleep that night. She had never felt so weak. So defenceless. She realised that before then she had always had someone to defend her - her family, Seb, Josh or Kane. There had always been someone looking out for her.
Kirsty's eyes met with Kanes. He wanted to smile at her. To reassure her. But he was scared himself. Jamie's gun was now pointing downwards.
"Happy?"
Jamie glared across at Kane madly. Kane was infuriated. He stumbled to his feet with the intention of making his anger clear. Jamie's gun swiftly moves upwards, aiming at Kane. Rhys leaps up and grabs Kane's arm, holding him back and cursing under his breath
"Don't be stupid mate"
Mate? That was a large improvement on sick rapist.
All four were on their feet now. Kane was wound up. He couldn't stand seeing Kirsty in danger. Jamie strolled towards Kane calmly, gun twisting in his hand. Kane kept eye contact with the man, returning the threatening glare. Wanting to appear stronger than he felt.
"If I was you I'd listen to him..."
Jamie nodded in the direction of Rhys.
"...guns are dangerous things... they could go off at any moment... without warning..."
He was a couple of feet away now. The gun was almost against Kane's forehead. He was sweating. He couldn't help it. This man was a loose cannon. A psycho. Kane swallowed back fear as Jamie slowly moved the gun away and stepped backwards. Kane took this chance to lunge forward and attempt to grab hold of the gun. He felt the metal barrel in his hand and gripped it, determined. Kirsty was yelling something at him, but her words didn't register. He was concentrating all of his effort on the struggle for the gun. He wished that Rhys would help him out. He knew that he couldn't handle this on his own but he refused to be overpowered by the larger man. He was fuelled by his love for Kirsty, the hate for this man for upsetting her. He had a hold on the gun and was trying desperately to get it in control. Jamie is trying to hold the gun upwards, aiming it at someone, anyone, and Kane is trying to point it to the floor, but this guy is stronger than he is without a doubt.
A single gunshot echoes through the building.
...........................
Morning
Shelley has given in and called the police. She hadn't had any sleep last night due to worry over her husband and daughter. The bed had felt so empty without Rhys. She needed his support.
Inspector Carter had arrived and had been questioning her for twenty minutes but she could give no exact answers. All she knew was that Kane and Rhys had been following a car at midnight and that someone had taken Kirsty. Someone that had some connection with Kane.
"You say you tried calling Kane's mobile at just after half one?"
"That's right, but the signal was too weak to have a conversation. I couldn't even hear who was on the other end"
Carter nodded thoughtfully before rushing over to his uniformed colleague who stood in the doorway. Hushed words were exchanged before he turned back to Shelley.
"Was that significant?"
"It might have been - there are very few places in this area where you can't get a signal. We're looking into it now. Lets just hope they're within the region"
WAREHOUSE
The door swings open and Kane stumbles to his feet. Rhys is slower to react. He's exhausted. He hadn't had any sleep whereas Kane had managed to get some eventually. Kane had just tried to imagine that he was sleeping out in the bush again, Kirsty several metres away. Safe. It wasn't hard to imagine. It was freezing and uncomfortable.
Jamie steps into the room alone, gun in hand.
"Morning... time to get up."
He smirked. Kane hated him. If he got a chance to seize that gun then he'd take it. No matter what the risk. He was fed up of being controlled by this psycho. He wanted to find out what was going on.
"Quick, quick"
He waved the revolver at them and directed them out of the door and up the hallway, a different direction from where they had entered. At least Kane thought it was. A night in there and he was disorientated. He hardly knew where he was let alone which direction was which.
He gazed into each room they passed, longing to find Kirsty safe and alive. She'd been on his mind all night. She'd been on his mind for the past two months. He just wished that he had been able to tell her his true feelings. Every time he wanted to tell her that he loved her he had clammed up or changed the subject. Even though he knew she felt the same way he was scared. Scared of commitment. Scared of opening himself up in case he was hurt. He could never believe that it was happening to him. How someone like him could be loved by someone like Kirsty. It was all so unreal.
"Door on the right"
Kane scowled to himself, furious that his thoughts had been interrupted. He twists the door handle and the door clicks open. They enter a larger room, a sort of giant corridor, with several doors leading off in various directions. The place was like a maze. Even if he did manage to overpower Jamie there was little chance that he could find Kirsty and make a getaway quickly. Every room looked the same. Dull concrete walls and floors. Filthy or smashed windows letting a chilly breeze in and broken bottles or abandoned crates lying around. The sort of place that you wouldn't like to be alone in.
Jamie indicates for them to sit down. As they move, a crumpled body in the corner catches Kane's attention. Troy.
"What's going on?"
Part of Kane is relieved that the gunshot in the night was nothing to do with Kirsty. Part of him is anxious to know what Jamie wants from them.
"Slight disagreement. Nothing that couldn't be sorted... as you can see"
Kane and Rhys glanced at one another. They were together in this, whether they liked it or not. They had to work together, whatever had happened in the past. Jamie continued
"We had a conflict of ideas. I thought we could put you to use in a more... effective way but my friend wanted to stick to the original plan"
"Before I do anything for you I want proof that Kirsty is alive"
Jamie paused for a moment thoughtfully
"Very well. But if you try anything funny she will die."
He stepped back several steps to the opposite side of the room, his gun still poised towards Kane. He clumsily unbolted a door with one hand and kicked it open, before standing aside
"Out"
Kane overflowed with relief as Kirsty emerged from the room. She was looking exhausted, terrified and upset but she was alive. That was the main thing. He just wanted to go to her. To find out if she was alright. To hold her in his arms. Comfort her.
Kirsty is overjoyed to see Kane sitting in the corner. She knew he would come and find her. She was surprised to see Rhys with him though. Sitting next to him looking just as bedraggled. She had been through hell over the past twelve hours. She had been on her way to meet Kane on the wharf when Jamie's car had pulled up and Jamie had pulled the gun out. She had been forced to get into the car with him and they had driven for what had seemed like miles until they got to this place where they had met with another man, Troy. She was never told exactly what was going on. From what was being said she knew it was to do with Kane. Troy said he had murdered someone. She hadn't known what to believe. She didn't believe Kane could have done anything like that but she never got the full story. Only the bits that suited her captors.
She had spent the night in that tiny room, alone. Troy had come in in the middle of the night, drunk and had tried it on. She couldn't bear to think what might have happened if Jamie hadn't turned up. She had felt powerless. She had tried to fight Troy, but that had made him madder, more determined. There was a struggle between Troy and Jamie and they had gone outside. She had heard an argument, followed by a gunshot. She had cried herself to sleep that night. She had never felt so weak. So defenceless. She realised that before then she had always had someone to defend her - her family, Seb, Josh or Kane. There had always been someone looking out for her.
Kirsty's eyes met with Kanes. He wanted to smile at her. To reassure her. But he was scared himself. Jamie's gun was now pointing downwards.
"Happy?"
Jamie glared across at Kane madly. Kane was infuriated. He stumbled to his feet with the intention of making his anger clear. Jamie's gun swiftly moves upwards, aiming at Kane. Rhys leaps up and grabs Kane's arm, holding him back and cursing under his breath
"Don't be stupid mate"
Mate? That was a large improvement on sick rapist.
All four were on their feet now. Kane was wound up. He couldn't stand seeing Kirsty in danger. Jamie strolled towards Kane calmly, gun twisting in his hand. Kane kept eye contact with the man, returning the threatening glare. Wanting to appear stronger than he felt.
"If I was you I'd listen to him..."
Jamie nodded in the direction of Rhys.
"...guns are dangerous things... they could go off at any moment... without warning..."
He was a couple of feet away now. The gun was almost against Kane's forehead. He was sweating. He couldn't help it. This man was a loose cannon. A psycho. Kane swallowed back fear as Jamie slowly moved the gun away and stepped backwards. Kane took this chance to lunge forward and attempt to grab hold of the gun. He felt the metal barrel in his hand and gripped it, determined. Kirsty was yelling something at him, but her words didn't register. He was concentrating all of his effort on the struggle for the gun. He wished that Rhys would help him out. He knew that he couldn't handle this on his own but he refused to be overpowered by the larger man. He was fuelled by his love for Kirsty, the hate for this man for upsetting her. He had a hold on the gun and was trying desperately to get it in control. Jamie is trying to hold the gun upwards, aiming it at someone, anyone, and Kane is trying to point it to the floor, but this guy is stronger than he is without a doubt.
A single gunshot echoes through the building.
