Title: Punish the Children (20/?)
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: Ty's life becomes a living hell when he becomes the target of a man his father put in prison 25 years ago, endangering him and all those around him.
******
"Do I know you?" Trying to ignore the pain in his shoulder, Ty stared up into the unfamiliar face of the man towering over him. He couldn't' remember ever seeing him before and as he studied him, he didn't think it was a face he would have easily forgotten.
"Well, not personally," Seth chuckled. "But I believe you know my work."
"You son of a bitch." Ty's expression clouded with anger as he managed to get to his feet only to be stopped by Seth pointing a gun at his head.
"Go ahead...make my day," Seth said, his eyes cold as he stared back at Ty. "I'll think nothing of blowing your head clean off."
"Who the hell are you?"
"Not yet." Seth roughly shoved Ty, causing him to stumble and almost lose his balance. "Move it. We're going into the house. Now."
Not having any real choice in the matter, Ty did as Seth demanded. A few minutes later, the two were standing in the foyer of the luxury house. "Nice place," Ty commented. "Care to show me to the guest quarters?"
The remark only served to enflame Seth who swung his gun at Ty's head. Ty deftly managed to duck out of the way, but then was brutally shoved into the railing of the staircase. "Don't you fucking move," Seth commanded, holding the gun against the back of Ty's head. "Move and you're dead. Get down on the floor now. Put your arms straight out in front of you. Do it!"
Ty did as Seth ordered only to have a handcuff snapped onto his wrist. His arms were then yanked around the banister at the bottom of the staircase and his other arm handcuffed as well. He winced against the hot pain that was searing through his shoulder, but refused to cry out, not wanting to give this bastard the satisfaction.
"Comfy?" Seth asked, smiling widely.
"Fuck you."
"Arrogant, aren't you?" Seth sneered. "If I were you I wouldn't be, seeing as I'm your only hope of leaving here alive."
"I'm not afraid of you," Ty stated with a bravado he didn't really feel. He knew in his heart there wasn't a chance in hell that this guy intended on allowing him to leave this house alive.
"No? Well you should be...you really should be." Seth looked down at his prisoner, feeling an overpowering sense of control. He now had the son of the man who had locked him away completely in his power. It was a great feeling.
Ty closed his eyes for a few moments, trying to gain some strength. He knew he was weakening from blood loss. He had no idea what to do. His cell phone was still in his pocket, but the handcuffs made it impossible to reach.
Without speaking, Seth abruptly left the room. Once he was alone, Ty immediately started to struggle against the cuffs, first trying unsuccessfully to try to squeeze his hands out of them and then harshly scraping the cuffs across the edge of the banister in a futile attempt to break them.
"You're only going to hurt yourself," Seth stated when he returned a few minutes later, carrying bandages and surgical tape.
"What are you doing?" Ty asked suspiciously as Seth ripped away his shirt and roughly applied pressure over his gunshot wound.
"You could try being a little bit grateful," Seth replied.
"Grateful?" Ty laughed bitterly. "You shot me and you think I should be grateful?"
"Yeah grateful that I'm not letting you bleed to death."
"And why exactly is that?" Ty asked, as he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "You shot me and now you're helping me? Doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense from where I'm sitting."
"Let's just say I have other plans for you." Seth finished bandaging up Ty's shoulder with an admiring look at his handiwork.
"Why don't you start by telling me who you are?"
Seth paused then nodded slowly. "I suppose I can do that. I guess you have the right to know. My name is Seth...Seth Waters."
Seth Waters? Ty mulled the name over in his mind but it was just a blank. He'd never heard of Seth Waters. "Is that supposed to mean something to me?"
"No...no...I don't suppose it would," Seth replied as he slowly shook his head, "but it would mean a lot to your father..."
******
"Think, Mrs. Waters, think!" Sully was clearly agitated as he persistently badgered Mrs. Waters, desperate for some clue as to where his partner could be.
"I am thinking, Officer Sullivan," Rebecca stated shakily. "I can't tell you what I don't know."
"If there's anything at all, Mrs. Waters," Faith broke in softly. "Somewhere he used to go as a child maybe? A hideout or special place?"
"No...no. There was nothing like that. I'm sorry. I just can't think of anything. Sometimes when he got upset or angry, he used to go up on the roof to think."
Sully sighed in exasperation. They had already gone over Seth's apartment building with a fine-toothed comb, from the basement to the roof. There had been no sign of Seth...and no sign of Ty.
"My son was in jail for a lot of years, Officer Sullivan," Rebecca said. "I don't know him anymore...I have no idea what's in his head or where he might have gone."
Sully stared down at the table, his eyes brimming with tears, unable to speak. He'd had such hopes that this was going to lead to his partner, but now...for all he knew Ty was already dead. He hadn't even spoken to Maggie yet. He couldn't even bear to tell her what was going on...not until they knew for sure.
Faith stood up, managing to smile at Mrs. Waters. "If there's anything at all you think of that may be of help...no matter how insignificant it may seem, please call us."
Rebecca nodded as she got to her feet. "I'll do that, Officer Yokas, and... I truly hope Officer Davis will be okay...I never thought my son could be capable of these kinds of things...a mother wants to believe her son is good...This isn't the way his father and I raised him..."
Faith nodded, her eyes full of sympathy as she watched the woman walk out of the interrogation room. She couldn't even imagine what she would do if Charlie or Emily were ever involved in something so sinister. This whole situation was just a nightmare. She took a deep breath, then turned her attention to Sully who was still just sitting and staring down at the table in a sphinx-like state. "Sully?"
He didn't respond at first, but then with a sudden movement, he slammed his fist onto the tabletop, startling Faith and causing her to jump slightly. "Damn it! We've got nothing, NOTHING!"
"We're going to find him, Sully," Faith said. There was a certainty in her voice that she didn't feel in her heart. She knew they had to be positive though. They couldn't give up now. They needed to find out what had happened to Ty and do everything they could to bring him back safely.
"Yeah we'll find him," Sully said softly as he looked up to meet Faith's gaze. "But will he be alive when we do?"
Faith looked back at Sully silently, unable to answer his question. All they could do was hope and pray that Ty would be okay until they could somehow find him and bring him back home.
******
"My father?" Ty whispered, a mixture of shock and confusion in his eyes as he looked back at Seth. "This is about my father? I...I don't understand. What does my father have to do with any of this?"
"Your dear old dad put me away, sent me up the river, locked me up and threw away the key. However you want to put it, your dad was responsible. He ruined my life and I wanted to ruin his, but the dumb ass had to go and get himself killed, so instead, I'm going to ruin your life instead."
Ty shook his head, trying to comprehend what he was hearing. Krista was dead because his father had put this scumbag in jail? All of this had taken place because of something that had happened so many years ago? "You're crazy," he finally said after a long silence. "You're fucking crazy."
Seth smiled, but the smile did not reach the cold, steely hardness in his eyes. "Call me crazy if you want," he whispered, staring down at Ty as he ran his fingers over the gun he was holding, "but in the end it isn't going to matter because I'll be crazy and you'll just be dead."
"They'll find you," Ty stated as he stared up at this man who was now his enemy. "There won't be a far enough place for you to hide. They'll find you and they'll put you away except this time you won't be getting out."
"You think I care?" Seth asked as he started to laugh. "Do you honestly think I'd be doing all of this if I gave a crap? I don't. My life was over a long, long time ago thanks to your father and a few other choice good citizens. I just want to take as many people down as I can before I leave this world. You just happen to be number one on the list. Nothing personal."
"Nothing personal?" Ty's eyes were filled with rage as Seth spoke. "You hurt and kill innocent people for no reason and you say its nothing personal? Why don't you unlock these cuffs? Why don't you give me some kind of a fighting chance here?" He desperately wanted to get his hands on this smug, son-of-a-bitch, beat him within an inch of his life and then put him behind bars. This guy was nothing but scum and he hated him. The only other time he had felt this kind of hatred towards a person was when his father had been killed. He had felt this way towards the man who pulled the trigger, but that had been more of a random kind of a thing. This was very, very different. It was calculated and cruel and very, very personal.
"Nothing personal." Seth repeated as tore off some surgical tape, then approached Ty and attempted to put it over his mouth. Ty struggled against him, but in the end it proved futile. Seth kicked him sharply in his ribs and was able to complete his task. "The nicer you play, the longer you'll live. Now I'm going to leave you to go and get some supplies. I don't think anyone would be close enough to hear you scream, but I don't want to take any chances. I'll be back."
With that, Seth headed to the front door and a few moments later he was gone, leaving Ty very much alone and helpless.
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: Ty's life becomes a living hell when he becomes the target of a man his father put in prison 25 years ago, endangering him and all those around him.
******
"Do I know you?" Trying to ignore the pain in his shoulder, Ty stared up into the unfamiliar face of the man towering over him. He couldn't' remember ever seeing him before and as he studied him, he didn't think it was a face he would have easily forgotten.
"Well, not personally," Seth chuckled. "But I believe you know my work."
"You son of a bitch." Ty's expression clouded with anger as he managed to get to his feet only to be stopped by Seth pointing a gun at his head.
"Go ahead...make my day," Seth said, his eyes cold as he stared back at Ty. "I'll think nothing of blowing your head clean off."
"Who the hell are you?"
"Not yet." Seth roughly shoved Ty, causing him to stumble and almost lose his balance. "Move it. We're going into the house. Now."
Not having any real choice in the matter, Ty did as Seth demanded. A few minutes later, the two were standing in the foyer of the luxury house. "Nice place," Ty commented. "Care to show me to the guest quarters?"
The remark only served to enflame Seth who swung his gun at Ty's head. Ty deftly managed to duck out of the way, but then was brutally shoved into the railing of the staircase. "Don't you fucking move," Seth commanded, holding the gun against the back of Ty's head. "Move and you're dead. Get down on the floor now. Put your arms straight out in front of you. Do it!"
Ty did as Seth ordered only to have a handcuff snapped onto his wrist. His arms were then yanked around the banister at the bottom of the staircase and his other arm handcuffed as well. He winced against the hot pain that was searing through his shoulder, but refused to cry out, not wanting to give this bastard the satisfaction.
"Comfy?" Seth asked, smiling widely.
"Fuck you."
"Arrogant, aren't you?" Seth sneered. "If I were you I wouldn't be, seeing as I'm your only hope of leaving here alive."
"I'm not afraid of you," Ty stated with a bravado he didn't really feel. He knew in his heart there wasn't a chance in hell that this guy intended on allowing him to leave this house alive.
"No? Well you should be...you really should be." Seth looked down at his prisoner, feeling an overpowering sense of control. He now had the son of the man who had locked him away completely in his power. It was a great feeling.
Ty closed his eyes for a few moments, trying to gain some strength. He knew he was weakening from blood loss. He had no idea what to do. His cell phone was still in his pocket, but the handcuffs made it impossible to reach.
Without speaking, Seth abruptly left the room. Once he was alone, Ty immediately started to struggle against the cuffs, first trying unsuccessfully to try to squeeze his hands out of them and then harshly scraping the cuffs across the edge of the banister in a futile attempt to break them.
"You're only going to hurt yourself," Seth stated when he returned a few minutes later, carrying bandages and surgical tape.
"What are you doing?" Ty asked suspiciously as Seth ripped away his shirt and roughly applied pressure over his gunshot wound.
"You could try being a little bit grateful," Seth replied.
"Grateful?" Ty laughed bitterly. "You shot me and you think I should be grateful?"
"Yeah grateful that I'm not letting you bleed to death."
"And why exactly is that?" Ty asked, as he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "You shot me and now you're helping me? Doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense from where I'm sitting."
"Let's just say I have other plans for you." Seth finished bandaging up Ty's shoulder with an admiring look at his handiwork.
"Why don't you start by telling me who you are?"
Seth paused then nodded slowly. "I suppose I can do that. I guess you have the right to know. My name is Seth...Seth Waters."
Seth Waters? Ty mulled the name over in his mind but it was just a blank. He'd never heard of Seth Waters. "Is that supposed to mean something to me?"
"No...no...I don't suppose it would," Seth replied as he slowly shook his head, "but it would mean a lot to your father..."
******
"Think, Mrs. Waters, think!" Sully was clearly agitated as he persistently badgered Mrs. Waters, desperate for some clue as to where his partner could be.
"I am thinking, Officer Sullivan," Rebecca stated shakily. "I can't tell you what I don't know."
"If there's anything at all, Mrs. Waters," Faith broke in softly. "Somewhere he used to go as a child maybe? A hideout or special place?"
"No...no. There was nothing like that. I'm sorry. I just can't think of anything. Sometimes when he got upset or angry, he used to go up on the roof to think."
Sully sighed in exasperation. They had already gone over Seth's apartment building with a fine-toothed comb, from the basement to the roof. There had been no sign of Seth...and no sign of Ty.
"My son was in jail for a lot of years, Officer Sullivan," Rebecca said. "I don't know him anymore...I have no idea what's in his head or where he might have gone."
Sully stared down at the table, his eyes brimming with tears, unable to speak. He'd had such hopes that this was going to lead to his partner, but now...for all he knew Ty was already dead. He hadn't even spoken to Maggie yet. He couldn't even bear to tell her what was going on...not until they knew for sure.
Faith stood up, managing to smile at Mrs. Waters. "If there's anything at all you think of that may be of help...no matter how insignificant it may seem, please call us."
Rebecca nodded as she got to her feet. "I'll do that, Officer Yokas, and... I truly hope Officer Davis will be okay...I never thought my son could be capable of these kinds of things...a mother wants to believe her son is good...This isn't the way his father and I raised him..."
Faith nodded, her eyes full of sympathy as she watched the woman walk out of the interrogation room. She couldn't even imagine what she would do if Charlie or Emily were ever involved in something so sinister. This whole situation was just a nightmare. She took a deep breath, then turned her attention to Sully who was still just sitting and staring down at the table in a sphinx-like state. "Sully?"
He didn't respond at first, but then with a sudden movement, he slammed his fist onto the tabletop, startling Faith and causing her to jump slightly. "Damn it! We've got nothing, NOTHING!"
"We're going to find him, Sully," Faith said. There was a certainty in her voice that she didn't feel in her heart. She knew they had to be positive though. They couldn't give up now. They needed to find out what had happened to Ty and do everything they could to bring him back safely.
"Yeah we'll find him," Sully said softly as he looked up to meet Faith's gaze. "But will he be alive when we do?"
Faith looked back at Sully silently, unable to answer his question. All they could do was hope and pray that Ty would be okay until they could somehow find him and bring him back home.
******
"My father?" Ty whispered, a mixture of shock and confusion in his eyes as he looked back at Seth. "This is about my father? I...I don't understand. What does my father have to do with any of this?"
"Your dear old dad put me away, sent me up the river, locked me up and threw away the key. However you want to put it, your dad was responsible. He ruined my life and I wanted to ruin his, but the dumb ass had to go and get himself killed, so instead, I'm going to ruin your life instead."
Ty shook his head, trying to comprehend what he was hearing. Krista was dead because his father had put this scumbag in jail? All of this had taken place because of something that had happened so many years ago? "You're crazy," he finally said after a long silence. "You're fucking crazy."
Seth smiled, but the smile did not reach the cold, steely hardness in his eyes. "Call me crazy if you want," he whispered, staring down at Ty as he ran his fingers over the gun he was holding, "but in the end it isn't going to matter because I'll be crazy and you'll just be dead."
"They'll find you," Ty stated as he stared up at this man who was now his enemy. "There won't be a far enough place for you to hide. They'll find you and they'll put you away except this time you won't be getting out."
"You think I care?" Seth asked as he started to laugh. "Do you honestly think I'd be doing all of this if I gave a crap? I don't. My life was over a long, long time ago thanks to your father and a few other choice good citizens. I just want to take as many people down as I can before I leave this world. You just happen to be number one on the list. Nothing personal."
"Nothing personal?" Ty's eyes were filled with rage as Seth spoke. "You hurt and kill innocent people for no reason and you say its nothing personal? Why don't you unlock these cuffs? Why don't you give me some kind of a fighting chance here?" He desperately wanted to get his hands on this smug, son-of-a-bitch, beat him within an inch of his life and then put him behind bars. This guy was nothing but scum and he hated him. The only other time he had felt this kind of hatred towards a person was when his father had been killed. He had felt this way towards the man who pulled the trigger, but that had been more of a random kind of a thing. This was very, very different. It was calculated and cruel and very, very personal.
"Nothing personal." Seth repeated as tore off some surgical tape, then approached Ty and attempted to put it over his mouth. Ty struggled against him, but in the end it proved futile. Seth kicked him sharply in his ribs and was able to complete his task. "The nicer you play, the longer you'll live. Now I'm going to leave you to go and get some supplies. I don't think anyone would be close enough to hear you scream, but I don't want to take any chances. I'll be back."
With that, Seth headed to the front door and a few moments later he was gone, leaving Ty very much alone and helpless.