Never Wake Up
By Phe Phe Minoda
(I don't own Third Watch I do own the plot, and reasons for why they didn't bring Ty to a hospital will come up later)
I'M NOT FEELING FINE
(Bizzy minutes previously)
I was picking up some of our more valuable items that wasn't brought out of the house. Mainly appliances that we got at the Salvation Army. Tripp was in the kitchen blasting some outrageous song by one of his favorite groups. I rolled my eyes thinking of the blue haired freak jumping around in the kitchen. Tripp really is an odd one. He won't tell us anything more than the fact that he was a crack head baby, but something tells me there's more to it. Matter fact he won't even speak his real name. We know him as Tripp, and I don't think that I would want to know him as anything else.
There was a loud nock sending me out of my thoughts. "Tripp shut that damn music off, I have to answer the door!" I yelled making my way to the door.
"YOU CAN'T SEE ME SUDDENLY!" he yelled back.
I chuckled; the kid is such a smart ass. I opened the door just as I heard Tripp lower the music. "Hell." bam, I felt something rip into my body. I fell back from the pain within me.
"Stupid fuck," I voice snickered. I struggled to look up and see the man's face; I saw a brief glimpse of it but passed out before I could see all the details.
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(Ty)
Tripp ran right into the room I was in. "What's going on?" I asked as the teen quickly shut the door.
"Man.Gun." he panted, "gotta leave!"
I got up as quick as I could with out feeling my head spin. "What's." I was interrupted as a bullet shattered the locked door handle.
"Fuck!" Tripp yelled running to the window. I went to follow but the door swung open quickly.
"Freeze," a figure in the door way growled. I didn't move. Tripp stopped his advancement out of the window. "Get back in here." Tripp did what he was told, "good, now where is my son?" I looked at him. "My son lives here, where is the fucker?"
Tripp's eyes widened if possible. "Don't know," he barely said.
"You two down the stairs," the man said. We did so what else we were going to do? He pushed me against the wall right at the bottom of the stairs. He took out some sort of rope and tied my hands behind my back. He then turned to Tripp who whimpered recoiling; the man spun him around before slamming him into the wall. Tripp started to yell incoherently as; the other figure tied his hands behind his back. "Now move out side.try not to step on the blood on the ground, I just got the carpets in my trunk cleaned."
"You killed him," Tripp yelled as we were prodded into the living room to see a virtually dead Bizzy on the ground.
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(Bizzy)
I opened my eyes hazily. My chest was killing me. I had gotten shot.then.I stopped thinking when I hear some one say something about carpets. Then Tripp yelling hysterically. I closed my eyes easily. I felt pain as each footstep on the floor vibrated around me. I waited till I thought they were gone.fighting off the darkness that threatened to take me over. I struggled to crawl over to the phone. I knew I was too weak to stand and I only had a few minutes but I needed to do it. I clumsily dialed emergency. "Hello, emergency."
"I've been.shot." I manage weakly.
"Sir where are you?" the operator asked.
"543.Halsey." I lost my fight and dropped the phone.
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(Carlos)
"Copy that," Doc said into the COM.
"Man just what we needed huh? A GSW," I muttered. My mind wasn't really into it today; ever since Ty didn't come home I've been in a bad mood.
"Calm down Carlos, I'm recommending you have a couple of days off," Doc said to me as we pulled up to the scene.
Bosco and Faith was standing there talking to a couple of other officers. Bosco caught my eye, "the kid's inside."
I nodded and followed Doc into the shabby house. From the looks of it the kid dragged himself over to the phone. "Damn," I said looking at the kid, "want me to get a stretcher?"
"We got to stop the bleeding, the bullet seemed to hit something.this kid is dieing," the black man said. I quickly got all of the supplies needed to stop the bleeding as the Doc checked the rest of his vitals. "Hmmm, he's breathing and he has a weak pulse." He took the dressings I held.
"How's he faring?" Kim asked as she came into the house with her new partner Shannon.
"Do you have a stretcher?" Doc asked.
The transfer from Boston snorted, "yeah," he said.
Doc looked up at me, "Carlos you ride back with Shannon, I need Kim back there with him, if he wakes up he needs someone non threatening."
I nodded and helped put the kid onto the stretcher. Doc and I lifted the boy up and carried him out of the house. We loaded him into Kim's bus and they speed off. "So what do you think happened?"
"Easy sissy boy, some guy shot 'em," Bosco said.
I could see the younger man's face grow red, "no shit Sherlock, I knew that, I'm talking about the actual events."
"Bosco are you harassing Shannon again?" Faith asked, "There are signs of other people living here.but it's like they were moving or something like that."
"Well, I don't think that the kid would live here by himself," Shannon grumbled.
"Look here sissy boy."
"I'm starting to get sick of that you whap."
"Sissy drunk man," Bosco hissed with that cocky grin on his face.
"Get away from each other, damn you two fight more than my kids," Faith grumbled.
"I've seen married couples fight more than that," I joked. "Carlos!"
"Sorry Faith," I said grinning cheekily.
Faith rolled her eyes, "come on Bosco, we gotta do paper work."
"Oh, joy." The blue-eyed officer grumbled following his blond partner.
"Come on man let's get out of here," I said.
"That guy really pisses me off," Shannon growled, "I just want to punch the mother out."
"Don't let Bosco annoy you too, much," I told the Irish man who climbed into the driver's side of the bus.
"Oh, stuff it," he said as I climbed up into the passenger's seat. "You know, all everyone's been giving me is advice since I arrived here, can't anyone just leave me alone."
"Calm down Shannon.I only want to help."
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(Tripp)
It didn't take Ten's dad long to find a place to drag us. He then separated Orion and me into separate areas. Now he was hovering over me, I was tied helplessly to a chair, looking at him. "Now, you seem to be a intelligent kid," doesn't he mean terrified, helpless kid? "Where is my son? Where is Edward?"
"I, don't know," I answered shaking.
"Why are you so afraid of me?" He asked grinning at me, "has he told stories? Did he tell you about how his daddy fucked a lady and killed her?" I started to shake as he drew nearer, "know what, I'm not very selective." He leaned closer to me, "I would fuck a guy." I started to inhale sharply, "particularly a cute little fucker like you." I whimpered in fear, which made him grin evilly, "Give you something to think about till I come back tonight huh baby." He placed a sock in my mouth, "don't go anywhere," he barked before leaving me alone and shutting the door.
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(Faith)
"You know what Bosco, you could be just a little nicer to Shannon," I said as I was going through the paper work.
"Just giving the guy a little Irish greeting," my very arrogant partner said as he showed off his New York driving skills.
"Oh, Bos can't you just get off of his case?" I asked him, "I mean come on, it's not his fault he's called Shannon."
"Sure any jag-off with a girly name can gain you loving eye, oh, Jamie."
"Hey, my second cousin's name is Jamie.granted he's a actor."
"See a fruit," Bos grumbled.
I sighed, "Bosco."
"Kay, okay, jezz don't have ta give me the first degree," Bos said quickly. He went silent for a few minutes and I went strictly to doing paper work. "I wonder what kind of shit that kid got into."
"I just hope this sort of trouble doesn't ever come knocking on my kids door," I said absently.
"55-David," the intercom said.
I put my paper work aside as Bos picked up the intercom.
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(Shannon)
Kim came up to me with two cups of coffee and a big grin on her face, "hey Shanny, how was your ride back with Carlos?"
I rolled my eyes, "not good, that dumb fuck Boscorelli is pissing me off with that sissy boy shit of his.then the guy can't drive for shit."
She giggled, "I think Shannon is a cute name.and your cute so it suits you."
Oh, dear lord the woman was hitting on me; well least she's hot. "Well I'm not bad looking.I guess," I replied pushing my feathered dirty blond hair out of my eyes, looking up at her with just the right angle.
"Kim, I was wondering what is.oh, uh, sorry." Jim Doherty said standing in the hallway.
"Jimmy, I'm sure you know Shannon McMurphy," she said smiling.
"Hey," I said suddenly uncomfortable, the guy was giving me daggers like you wouldn't believe.
"Hey," he nodded back.
We stood around in an awkward silence. "Well uh," Jim scratched the back of his head; "I guess I'll see you later." He shot me another dirty look and left.
Boy, this was not going to be very easy time.
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(Bizzy)
I woke up lying down. My arms felt heavy, my chest was painful, and I had a tube down my throat. I started to gag, wanting the damn thing out. A nurse came in realizing I was awake or maybe just dumb luck, she pulled the tube out with out a word. "Holy fuck that hurt," I wheezed at the pain that now vibrated in my throat.
"There are a few officers that want to have a word with you, Derrick," the lady said.
"Shit," I cursed. If they knew my name they would send me back.
"Derrick Marks?" a lady officer asked, "Hi, I'm Officer Yokas and this is Officer Boscorelli, we have a few questions about what happened to you recently before we start asking why you ran away."
"Easy for the first part, I answered the door, some guy shot me then went in, in search of his son which we call Ten. He must have taken Tripp and Orion to find him."
"Tripp? Orion?" the guy cop asked, "what is this Rock band auditions?"
"Tripp is a fellow runaway.Orion is some guy I found on the street last night.he has amnesia."
The lady cop looked at me, "where is this Ten?"
"Not saying, he's safe as long as I shut up," I answered, "and as for why I ran away, if I find my home, ask the son of a bitch if he ever once thought I was a good punching bag, and if that bottle of liquor was enough to keep my mother alive after he quote un quote accidentally hit her on the side walk leading to our house."
The cops said not one word as they left.
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About four hours later I walked into my Ma's bar, only to see Shannon drinking in the corner. I looked at my mother, "he Ma," I said giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey Maurice, any word on your other cop friend?" she asked me.
I shook my head, "no Ma.how long has that guy been here?" I asked pointing at Shannon.
"Bout ten minutes.already downed two, why?" she asked.
"Yep, the bastards defiantly Irish," I muttered, "no reason Ma.you seen Mikey?" I asked.
"Yeah, he just went on a ten minute break," she said glancing over at Shannon. "He one of your friends Maurice?"
"No, just some Paramedic," I said, "I'll talk to you later Ma.tell me when Mikey comes back."
"Yeah Maurice.I will," she said before attending to the bar.
I walked over to where Shannon sat, "oh fucking great," he mumbled seeing me.
"So what's the occasion tonight wino?" I asked, "Is it the new shoelace holiday?"
He snorted, and started to laugh a little, "no it's the anniversary of my mother's death for your information. She was murder today ten years ago."
"Pretty heavy drinking then," I said regretting saying a thing now but not wanting to apologies.
"Let me wallow in my own self loathing for not telling the police until a week later that I saw the bastard after the fact." he choked back a sob.
Oh, just great I get captain self-pity on my hands tonight, "not at my bar you don't." I grumbled.
"Just fuck off," he said as another beer mug filled with some odd concoction was passed to him by Mikey.
"He Moe, friend of yours has good taste in booze," he said giving me a shallow grin.
I swear that kid still resents me sending him in, "yeah.what's he having?"
"Don't tell him, he'll make Bond jokes about it," Shannon slurred.
"Ma said he only had two." I said, "This guy's already drunk!"
My younger brother snickered, "yeah, Irish whiskey."
I rolled my eyes; how the fuck was I supposed to get Bond jokes from that? "Figures.Mikey don't give him any more."
"I can handle my alcohol!" Shannon yelled drunkenly before falling backwards.
Mikey looked at where Shannon had fallen, "not that year.almost pure alcohol." he said looking very amused.
Shannon flung up and turned to the guys at the table he had landed near, "Bosco, call the cops."he said, "that guy said he's going to make some one tell him where his son is, and said that he's going to rape him if he didn't!"
"Yeah, and wino's like you fly," I said rolling my eyes again, "hey, I'm going home Mikey see you later."
I walked out to my baby and left the drunken paramedic rambling on, I then drove home.
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(Shannon)
I couldn't believe that, that asswipe didn't believe me! I looked at the guy at the bar, "that guy is a jerk!"
"Try being his brother," he said.
It took a few moments for it to register. "You're Bosco's brother?" I asked.
"Yep," he answered, "this is our Ma's bar."
"Oh," I said, "You have good whiskey."
He laughed, "Yeah, too bad Moe said you couldn't have any more."
I sniffled, "wait, Moe?" I asked again.
"Maurice," the guy said.
"Heh heh, and he has the balls to make fun of my name!" I laughed drunkenly. "Welp, if your actually going to listen to your idiot brother I need to get a going."
"Careful never know what can happen," the guy said as I drunkenly got up.
Ok, so I was a little drunk, nothing a walk home cant fix. Wrong. I mustn't have been to far out of the joint when my head connected to a near by wall, "what?" I mumbled.
"I'm going to make sure you never tell another soul about my plan," some one growled before my face met the ground.
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(Mikey)
I had this bad feeling when that guy that Moe's friend said was planning on raping some one followed the guy out. "Hey Ma cover for me.I think there might be trouble."
"Ok Mikey," she said easily.god I can't believe the crap I used to put her through.and she still loves me.
I left the bar and listened.sure enough I heard the sound of some one kicking the shit out of some one else somewhere close by. I followed the sound to see Moe's friend was eating pavement. "Hey, the guy's drunk," I spoke up. "If you don't stop I'll have to call the police."
The other man froze before taking off. He didn't turn around he just left. I went over to aid the blond headed man. "It was him.the bastard." he mumbled before passing out.honestly I couldn't tell if it was from booze or the beaten he took but the guy was out like a ton of bricks.hell it was as if I was sleeping.and damn, I don't wake easy. Grumbling I picked the guy up and brought him to one of the upstairs rooms before making a phone call to one of our irregular regulars.Carlos can't remember his last name.shit.think it starts with a Niko.Nickio? Nikato? Fuck it can't remember.
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(Carlos)
"Why did you call me?" I asked as I looked at the beaten up guy in front of me.
Bosco's younger brother shrugged, "you're the only one other than Bosco that comes here regularly."
I checked Shannon's vitals and sighed, "I need to get him checked out.where did he get kicked?"
Mikey sighed, "mostly the stomach, rib cage maybe.didn't touch his spine though."
"Call it in.how much alcohol did he have?" I asked.
"Three glasses of whiskey.three beer glasses." he said scratching his dark spiky hair.
I looked up at the younger man eyes wide, "dude that's like.a lot of shots!" I looked down at Shannon's facial injuries. "Fuck, he looks horrible. Looks like he was introduced to the pavement hard."
"I didn't see how hard." the younger Boscorelli said.
I bent over the unconscious man, "come on, help me get him to the hospital.I don't think he's so bad he needs a bus."
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(Ty)
I jerked on my bonds as I heard another screech from upstairs. Myself tied me up in a basement. It was dark, and I could barely see the steps that lead down stairs. I growled as I heard Tripp yell out again. I was stuck here, clueless to the pain that was being inflicted on the kid upstairs, but not clueless to the fact the kid was in pain. Soon however there was silence. I waited, on my stomach, pinned there by boxes looking up at the stairs. Sure enough my captor came down them, "what the fuck did you do to him?" I hissed at him.
"Fucked the kid.he's a good ride.pity he doesn't know," the man said, "wonder what you're going to be like."
I felt a pang of fear, "I don't know who I am.let alone know your kid."
"Too bad.I'm going to wait on you.but know this, I will find my son.whether you or the kid tells me."
I tried to yank myself free again and he snickered walking up the stairs leaving me alone again and with a shit load of stuff on my mind.
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(Tripp)
I was dressed and tied to the chair again, whimpering softly into the gag, I felt sick, in pain, humiliated and.scared. I was so terrified I couldn't think strait. I wanted to be anywhere but here. I shuttered as I heard Orion yell. I sniffled again as tears fell from my eyes. No one should have to deal with this.no one at all.
By Phe Phe Minoda
(I don't own Third Watch I do own the plot, and reasons for why they didn't bring Ty to a hospital will come up later)
I'M NOT FEELING FINE
(Bizzy minutes previously)
I was picking up some of our more valuable items that wasn't brought out of the house. Mainly appliances that we got at the Salvation Army. Tripp was in the kitchen blasting some outrageous song by one of his favorite groups. I rolled my eyes thinking of the blue haired freak jumping around in the kitchen. Tripp really is an odd one. He won't tell us anything more than the fact that he was a crack head baby, but something tells me there's more to it. Matter fact he won't even speak his real name. We know him as Tripp, and I don't think that I would want to know him as anything else.
There was a loud nock sending me out of my thoughts. "Tripp shut that damn music off, I have to answer the door!" I yelled making my way to the door.
"YOU CAN'T SEE ME SUDDENLY!" he yelled back.
I chuckled; the kid is such a smart ass. I opened the door just as I heard Tripp lower the music. "Hell." bam, I felt something rip into my body. I fell back from the pain within me.
"Stupid fuck," I voice snickered. I struggled to look up and see the man's face; I saw a brief glimpse of it but passed out before I could see all the details.
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(Ty)
Tripp ran right into the room I was in. "What's going on?" I asked as the teen quickly shut the door.
"Man.Gun." he panted, "gotta leave!"
I got up as quick as I could with out feeling my head spin. "What's." I was interrupted as a bullet shattered the locked door handle.
"Fuck!" Tripp yelled running to the window. I went to follow but the door swung open quickly.
"Freeze," a figure in the door way growled. I didn't move. Tripp stopped his advancement out of the window. "Get back in here." Tripp did what he was told, "good, now where is my son?" I looked at him. "My son lives here, where is the fucker?"
Tripp's eyes widened if possible. "Don't know," he barely said.
"You two down the stairs," the man said. We did so what else we were going to do? He pushed me against the wall right at the bottom of the stairs. He took out some sort of rope and tied my hands behind my back. He then turned to Tripp who whimpered recoiling; the man spun him around before slamming him into the wall. Tripp started to yell incoherently as; the other figure tied his hands behind his back. "Now move out side.try not to step on the blood on the ground, I just got the carpets in my trunk cleaned."
"You killed him," Tripp yelled as we were prodded into the living room to see a virtually dead Bizzy on the ground.
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(Bizzy)
I opened my eyes hazily. My chest was killing me. I had gotten shot.then.I stopped thinking when I hear some one say something about carpets. Then Tripp yelling hysterically. I closed my eyes easily. I felt pain as each footstep on the floor vibrated around me. I waited till I thought they were gone.fighting off the darkness that threatened to take me over. I struggled to crawl over to the phone. I knew I was too weak to stand and I only had a few minutes but I needed to do it. I clumsily dialed emergency. "Hello, emergency."
"I've been.shot." I manage weakly.
"Sir where are you?" the operator asked.
"543.Halsey." I lost my fight and dropped the phone.
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(Carlos)
"Copy that," Doc said into the COM.
"Man just what we needed huh? A GSW," I muttered. My mind wasn't really into it today; ever since Ty didn't come home I've been in a bad mood.
"Calm down Carlos, I'm recommending you have a couple of days off," Doc said to me as we pulled up to the scene.
Bosco and Faith was standing there talking to a couple of other officers. Bosco caught my eye, "the kid's inside."
I nodded and followed Doc into the shabby house. From the looks of it the kid dragged himself over to the phone. "Damn," I said looking at the kid, "want me to get a stretcher?"
"We got to stop the bleeding, the bullet seemed to hit something.this kid is dieing," the black man said. I quickly got all of the supplies needed to stop the bleeding as the Doc checked the rest of his vitals. "Hmmm, he's breathing and he has a weak pulse." He took the dressings I held.
"How's he faring?" Kim asked as she came into the house with her new partner Shannon.
"Do you have a stretcher?" Doc asked.
The transfer from Boston snorted, "yeah," he said.
Doc looked up at me, "Carlos you ride back with Shannon, I need Kim back there with him, if he wakes up he needs someone non threatening."
I nodded and helped put the kid onto the stretcher. Doc and I lifted the boy up and carried him out of the house. We loaded him into Kim's bus and they speed off. "So what do you think happened?"
"Easy sissy boy, some guy shot 'em," Bosco said.
I could see the younger man's face grow red, "no shit Sherlock, I knew that, I'm talking about the actual events."
"Bosco are you harassing Shannon again?" Faith asked, "There are signs of other people living here.but it's like they were moving or something like that."
"Well, I don't think that the kid would live here by himself," Shannon grumbled.
"Look here sissy boy."
"I'm starting to get sick of that you whap."
"Sissy drunk man," Bosco hissed with that cocky grin on his face.
"Get away from each other, damn you two fight more than my kids," Faith grumbled.
"I've seen married couples fight more than that," I joked. "Carlos!"
"Sorry Faith," I said grinning cheekily.
Faith rolled her eyes, "come on Bosco, we gotta do paper work."
"Oh, joy." The blue-eyed officer grumbled following his blond partner.
"Come on man let's get out of here," I said.
"That guy really pisses me off," Shannon growled, "I just want to punch the mother out."
"Don't let Bosco annoy you too, much," I told the Irish man who climbed into the driver's side of the bus.
"Oh, stuff it," he said as I climbed up into the passenger's seat. "You know, all everyone's been giving me is advice since I arrived here, can't anyone just leave me alone."
"Calm down Shannon.I only want to help."
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(Tripp)
It didn't take Ten's dad long to find a place to drag us. He then separated Orion and me into separate areas. Now he was hovering over me, I was tied helplessly to a chair, looking at him. "Now, you seem to be a intelligent kid," doesn't he mean terrified, helpless kid? "Where is my son? Where is Edward?"
"I, don't know," I answered shaking.
"Why are you so afraid of me?" He asked grinning at me, "has he told stories? Did he tell you about how his daddy fucked a lady and killed her?" I started to shake as he drew nearer, "know what, I'm not very selective." He leaned closer to me, "I would fuck a guy." I started to inhale sharply, "particularly a cute little fucker like you." I whimpered in fear, which made him grin evilly, "Give you something to think about till I come back tonight huh baby." He placed a sock in my mouth, "don't go anywhere," he barked before leaving me alone and shutting the door.
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(Faith)
"You know what Bosco, you could be just a little nicer to Shannon," I said as I was going through the paper work.
"Just giving the guy a little Irish greeting," my very arrogant partner said as he showed off his New York driving skills.
"Oh, Bos can't you just get off of his case?" I asked him, "I mean come on, it's not his fault he's called Shannon."
"Sure any jag-off with a girly name can gain you loving eye, oh, Jamie."
"Hey, my second cousin's name is Jamie.granted he's a actor."
"See a fruit," Bos grumbled.
I sighed, "Bosco."
"Kay, okay, jezz don't have ta give me the first degree," Bos said quickly. He went silent for a few minutes and I went strictly to doing paper work. "I wonder what kind of shit that kid got into."
"I just hope this sort of trouble doesn't ever come knocking on my kids door," I said absently.
"55-David," the intercom said.
I put my paper work aside as Bos picked up the intercom.
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(Shannon)
Kim came up to me with two cups of coffee and a big grin on her face, "hey Shanny, how was your ride back with Carlos?"
I rolled my eyes, "not good, that dumb fuck Boscorelli is pissing me off with that sissy boy shit of his.then the guy can't drive for shit."
She giggled, "I think Shannon is a cute name.and your cute so it suits you."
Oh, dear lord the woman was hitting on me; well least she's hot. "Well I'm not bad looking.I guess," I replied pushing my feathered dirty blond hair out of my eyes, looking up at her with just the right angle.
"Kim, I was wondering what is.oh, uh, sorry." Jim Doherty said standing in the hallway.
"Jimmy, I'm sure you know Shannon McMurphy," she said smiling.
"Hey," I said suddenly uncomfortable, the guy was giving me daggers like you wouldn't believe.
"Hey," he nodded back.
We stood around in an awkward silence. "Well uh," Jim scratched the back of his head; "I guess I'll see you later." He shot me another dirty look and left.
Boy, this was not going to be very easy time.
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(Bizzy)
I woke up lying down. My arms felt heavy, my chest was painful, and I had a tube down my throat. I started to gag, wanting the damn thing out. A nurse came in realizing I was awake or maybe just dumb luck, she pulled the tube out with out a word. "Holy fuck that hurt," I wheezed at the pain that now vibrated in my throat.
"There are a few officers that want to have a word with you, Derrick," the lady said.
"Shit," I cursed. If they knew my name they would send me back.
"Derrick Marks?" a lady officer asked, "Hi, I'm Officer Yokas and this is Officer Boscorelli, we have a few questions about what happened to you recently before we start asking why you ran away."
"Easy for the first part, I answered the door, some guy shot me then went in, in search of his son which we call Ten. He must have taken Tripp and Orion to find him."
"Tripp? Orion?" the guy cop asked, "what is this Rock band auditions?"
"Tripp is a fellow runaway.Orion is some guy I found on the street last night.he has amnesia."
The lady cop looked at me, "where is this Ten?"
"Not saying, he's safe as long as I shut up," I answered, "and as for why I ran away, if I find my home, ask the son of a bitch if he ever once thought I was a good punching bag, and if that bottle of liquor was enough to keep my mother alive after he quote un quote accidentally hit her on the side walk leading to our house."
The cops said not one word as they left.
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About four hours later I walked into my Ma's bar, only to see Shannon drinking in the corner. I looked at my mother, "he Ma," I said giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey Maurice, any word on your other cop friend?" she asked me.
I shook my head, "no Ma.how long has that guy been here?" I asked pointing at Shannon.
"Bout ten minutes.already downed two, why?" she asked.
"Yep, the bastards defiantly Irish," I muttered, "no reason Ma.you seen Mikey?" I asked.
"Yeah, he just went on a ten minute break," she said glancing over at Shannon. "He one of your friends Maurice?"
"No, just some Paramedic," I said, "I'll talk to you later Ma.tell me when Mikey comes back."
"Yeah Maurice.I will," she said before attending to the bar.
I walked over to where Shannon sat, "oh fucking great," he mumbled seeing me.
"So what's the occasion tonight wino?" I asked, "Is it the new shoelace holiday?"
He snorted, and started to laugh a little, "no it's the anniversary of my mother's death for your information. She was murder today ten years ago."
"Pretty heavy drinking then," I said regretting saying a thing now but not wanting to apologies.
"Let me wallow in my own self loathing for not telling the police until a week later that I saw the bastard after the fact." he choked back a sob.
Oh, just great I get captain self-pity on my hands tonight, "not at my bar you don't." I grumbled.
"Just fuck off," he said as another beer mug filled with some odd concoction was passed to him by Mikey.
"He Moe, friend of yours has good taste in booze," he said giving me a shallow grin.
I swear that kid still resents me sending him in, "yeah.what's he having?"
"Don't tell him, he'll make Bond jokes about it," Shannon slurred.
"Ma said he only had two." I said, "This guy's already drunk!"
My younger brother snickered, "yeah, Irish whiskey."
I rolled my eyes; how the fuck was I supposed to get Bond jokes from that? "Figures.Mikey don't give him any more."
"I can handle my alcohol!" Shannon yelled drunkenly before falling backwards.
Mikey looked at where Shannon had fallen, "not that year.almost pure alcohol." he said looking very amused.
Shannon flung up and turned to the guys at the table he had landed near, "Bosco, call the cops."he said, "that guy said he's going to make some one tell him where his son is, and said that he's going to rape him if he didn't!"
"Yeah, and wino's like you fly," I said rolling my eyes again, "hey, I'm going home Mikey see you later."
I walked out to my baby and left the drunken paramedic rambling on, I then drove home.
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(Shannon)
I couldn't believe that, that asswipe didn't believe me! I looked at the guy at the bar, "that guy is a jerk!"
"Try being his brother," he said.
It took a few moments for it to register. "You're Bosco's brother?" I asked.
"Yep," he answered, "this is our Ma's bar."
"Oh," I said, "You have good whiskey."
He laughed, "Yeah, too bad Moe said you couldn't have any more."
I sniffled, "wait, Moe?" I asked again.
"Maurice," the guy said.
"Heh heh, and he has the balls to make fun of my name!" I laughed drunkenly. "Welp, if your actually going to listen to your idiot brother I need to get a going."
"Careful never know what can happen," the guy said as I drunkenly got up.
Ok, so I was a little drunk, nothing a walk home cant fix. Wrong. I mustn't have been to far out of the joint when my head connected to a near by wall, "what?" I mumbled.
"I'm going to make sure you never tell another soul about my plan," some one growled before my face met the ground.
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(Mikey)
I had this bad feeling when that guy that Moe's friend said was planning on raping some one followed the guy out. "Hey Ma cover for me.I think there might be trouble."
"Ok Mikey," she said easily.god I can't believe the crap I used to put her through.and she still loves me.
I left the bar and listened.sure enough I heard the sound of some one kicking the shit out of some one else somewhere close by. I followed the sound to see Moe's friend was eating pavement. "Hey, the guy's drunk," I spoke up. "If you don't stop I'll have to call the police."
The other man froze before taking off. He didn't turn around he just left. I went over to aid the blond headed man. "It was him.the bastard." he mumbled before passing out.honestly I couldn't tell if it was from booze or the beaten he took but the guy was out like a ton of bricks.hell it was as if I was sleeping.and damn, I don't wake easy. Grumbling I picked the guy up and brought him to one of the upstairs rooms before making a phone call to one of our irregular regulars.Carlos can't remember his last name.shit.think it starts with a Niko.Nickio? Nikato? Fuck it can't remember.
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(Carlos)
"Why did you call me?" I asked as I looked at the beaten up guy in front of me.
Bosco's younger brother shrugged, "you're the only one other than Bosco that comes here regularly."
I checked Shannon's vitals and sighed, "I need to get him checked out.where did he get kicked?"
Mikey sighed, "mostly the stomach, rib cage maybe.didn't touch his spine though."
"Call it in.how much alcohol did he have?" I asked.
"Three glasses of whiskey.three beer glasses." he said scratching his dark spiky hair.
I looked up at the younger man eyes wide, "dude that's like.a lot of shots!" I looked down at Shannon's facial injuries. "Fuck, he looks horrible. Looks like he was introduced to the pavement hard."
"I didn't see how hard." the younger Boscorelli said.
I bent over the unconscious man, "come on, help me get him to the hospital.I don't think he's so bad he needs a bus."
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(Ty)
I jerked on my bonds as I heard another screech from upstairs. Myself tied me up in a basement. It was dark, and I could barely see the steps that lead down stairs. I growled as I heard Tripp yell out again. I was stuck here, clueless to the pain that was being inflicted on the kid upstairs, but not clueless to the fact the kid was in pain. Soon however there was silence. I waited, on my stomach, pinned there by boxes looking up at the stairs. Sure enough my captor came down them, "what the fuck did you do to him?" I hissed at him.
"Fucked the kid.he's a good ride.pity he doesn't know," the man said, "wonder what you're going to be like."
I felt a pang of fear, "I don't know who I am.let alone know your kid."
"Too bad.I'm going to wait on you.but know this, I will find my son.whether you or the kid tells me."
I tried to yank myself free again and he snickered walking up the stairs leaving me alone again and with a shit load of stuff on my mind.
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(Tripp)
I was dressed and tied to the chair again, whimpering softly into the gag, I felt sick, in pain, humiliated and.scared. I was so terrified I couldn't think strait. I wanted to be anywhere but here. I shuttered as I heard Orion yell. I sniffled again as tears fell from my eyes. No one should have to deal with this.no one at all.
