Knight Rider
Remember The Knight
Part XI
By Ldydeb
Selena hovered, face first, over the commode in one of the stalls of the courthouse's restrooms. Her head was spinning and her stomach had just emptied itself of her entire breakfast. She had escaped the stifling atmosphere of the courtroom where she had watched Jasmine explain each of her paintings. Each one recounted Jasmine's kidnapping – from the moment Gerry Lennox and several more of Patrick Judson's hired thugs carried them away through her rescue by Michael Knight; and finally watching her comatose sister lying in a hospital bed.
Selena closed her eyes, vividly seeing those paintings again in her head one by one. Three of them stood out. The first canvas had been covered in violent splashes of red and black surrounding a man's face. He was smiling in a very nasty, leering way. His hands were pushing two cans of COKE out of the picture. The COKE logo was replaced with skull and crossbones, the word "POISON" where "COKE" should be. The images were slightly blurred, hazy; except for two things. The man's face and what looked like a third hand rising up out of the black and red void were clear, prominent, terrifying. The fingers were long, claw-like, one of them phallus shaped. The creepiest part, the one no one could deny was that the man was the perfect representation of Major Gerald Lennox right down to the shape of his teeth and scar on his chin. Through that painting Jasmine described being forced to get in the van. She described trying to calm Tina, but Lennox refusing to let her. Jasmine repeated Tina's claim that Lennox hit her with his fist when she had attempted to spill the soda on him. She added that he grabbed her by her hair and neck, and forced her to drink down the drugged soda. The DA produced pictures of the bruises that had been taken of Jasmine's injuries just after her rescue. To Selena's horror, the defense attorney challenged Jasmine's account. He tried to suggest that Selena or Michael Knight beat her. In retaliation, Jasmine pulled back her hair to reveal a scar behind her ear. Her eyes glistened. Her voice harsh as she pointed with her free hand and shot back that the ring Lennox was wearing in the courtroom made her scar, leaving its imprint on her skin forever. Selena's hand unthinkingly felt for the mark left by The King, the monster in her nightmares. Her heart hurt for her sister.
The second painting that stood in Selena's thoughts depicted a small room. Jasmine explained that it was where she had been kept on Judson's yacht. There was only one window, a tiny bed and a desk. The colors were subdued, lifeless, lonely, except for the occasional use of bright ugly reds, oranges, black on key elements. The desk was scattered with more "POISON" soda cans. Some were upright, some lay on their side with drops of a thick, very black liquid dripping and pooling around the mouth of the cans. Near the cans lay a handful of medical syringes, their needles dripping with more of the black liquid. On the ground below the desk lay broken glass vials. When questioned by the DA about them, Jasmine explained that after Lennox discovered she had refused to keep the soda in her system, making herself vomit it up; he ordered one of the other men with him to hold her down while he injected her with something that made her sleep. The DA requested the laboratory reports that confirmed Jasmine and Tina had been drugged be entered into evidence.
The bed in the room was set back partially hidden in the eerie shadows. There were smaller drawings within the canvas each depicting a man forcing himself on a woman. Selena was horrified that her 16-year-old sister knew about such things. She again laid her head back feeling guilty for putting both of her sisters in harms way; guilty for the mercy of not being able to remember her own horrors while her sisters – Jasmine – lived with their terrifying, cruel ordeal every day. What sickened Selena was learning a long with the jury that Jasmine had witnessed Gerry Lennox and Patrick Judson raping her. At that point, Selena's mind flashed her nightmare of the needles coming to attack her, of Lennox and a face with ice-cold blue eyes attacking her. Her nightmare became real when the DA uncovered one of the last paintings.
In that moment, Selena wanted to die. The dizziness that she had not experienced since the drug Dr. Lindel had been giving her cleared her system returned. Bonnie had even noticed her discomfort wanting her to leave. But Selena refused. If Jasmine could tough it out, so could she.
Inside her washroom sanctuary, Selena recalled what exactly about the painting brought on her dizziness. The central figure of the painting was the back of an auburn-haired woman. The woman was cowering on her knees, trying to keep her torn clothes on her body, while the other hand tried to hold back the two male figures in the painting. There was a tattoo on her back shoulder of the queen chess piece with "PJ's Toy" etched underneath. There was no doubt that Jasmine had drawn Selena. The men towered over the woman, drawn to be powerful monster-like figures. Their wild, large eyes hungrily devoured the woman. Lennox's face was cruel, the same leering smile from the first painting. His phallic hands seemed to be tearing the clothes from the woman. The second man was beautiful to look upon – A god with perfect blue eyes and sun-blonde hair. Huge fangs like a vampire corrupted his smile. One of the fangs pierced the head of a queen chess piece. One of his hands held two girl pawns and the knight chess piece out of reach of the woman's pleading hands.
Selena recalled the defense attorney becoming angry, accusing the DA of prosecuting his client on a charge he had not been charged with. The judge agreed, instructing the jury to disregard the painting and the portion of Jasmine's testimony dealing with it. The defense attorney looked relieved and helpless at the same time. Selena wondered if the guy knew Lennox was really guilty. The defenses small victory was short-lived.
Selena watched the DA continue to pull off the covers of the canvases and Jasmine described each one. With each Selena felt sicker, her eyes returning to the painting of the blond monster. She could feel her skin tingling, her mind turning over images of her nightmares, her past. She was remembering, it was coming back…she could almost touch them in her mind; but the horror of them was too much for her to accept. She forced them back behind her wall, refusing to acknowledge them as reality. They were nightmares.
Finally the DA finished and the defense started trying to tear apart Jasmine's testimony. And though she could not be shaken, Selena watched her sister begin to succumb to the stress of it all. Her tears flowed after releasing a fire bust of anger at the Defense attorney's questioning of her bruises on her neck and ear.
The defense attorney gave up trying to shake Jasmine and informed the Judge he was done with her. At that point, the DA stood and formally requested a hearing to add the new charges in light of what they had learned from Jasmine's testimony. The Judge granted the motion. The DA smiled in satisfaction and called for his next witness, the medical examiner for Caitlin Green.
Selena could not sit still as she watched Jasmine escorted out of the courtroom. The child within her refused to quiet; her belly cramping. Again Bonnie noticed her distress and this time convinced Selena to leave. Selena agreed but only after Bonnie agreed to go after Jasmine to find out if she was OK.
In the corridor, Devon had been waiting and Selena knew KITT was aware of her plight. Devon and a guard escorted her to the nearest restroom where she now sat trying to calm her body down. She remembered before entering the place that Devon had given her the news she'd been waiting for. It was the only thing that kept her from succumbing to the panic attack trying to invade her mind and body. Devon wanted to get Dr. Lindel, but Selena refused. All she needed was to rest. She did beg Devon to find a vending machine and bring her some crackers. Devon smiled. As she had entered the restroom, she heard Devon ordering the deputy to stay outside and not let anyone enter while she was inside. For a brief time, Selena felt very safe.
As she sat on the floor, her entire breakfast gone with last night's dinner sure to follow, she considered getting help. Her ear tingled and she smiled, "Hello, KITT, how did you know I was thinking about you?"
"Are you doing well? Do you need Michael?" he asked.
"I don't know. It may be just more morning sickness." She closed her eyes, the dancing needles parading in the air before her. This was not just more morning sickness her mind screamed, "Is he busy, KITT?"
Trying to keep her calm, KITT teased, "I told you not to eat all that greasy food, Selena. Let me find him for you."
Selena laughed despite her discomfort. Michael had cooked a delicious breakfast with both bacon and sausage and KITT did warn her. She couldn't refuse to eat, not without telling Michael why. Thankfully he would soon know the truth and there would be no need to hide from him anymore.
She waited for KITT to report back. She heard the door to the restroom open, its hinges echoing throughout the room. Relief swept her as she pulled herself to a standing position. "O Thank God!" She thought as she opened the stall door.
Selena stepped out saying, "Oh Michael, I need to get out of here…" The words slowed, her heart stopped.
Major Gerry Lennox leaned casually against the wall. He held a cane in his hands, resting the tip against the floor. He smiled, "Good to see you again, Selena. How are you?"
Selena straightened her back, aware of the danger she was in. She turned to run out, intent on calling for her guard. Another man pulled the door open blocking her way. He was tall, blond…Selena's eyes reflected her confusion. She'd seen him in the courtroom. Michael had run from her when she described him. The man gently took both of her shoulders pushing her back into the restroom. Selena protested, "Sir. Please. You have the wrong room, this…"
The man closed the door behind him, standing in front of it. He tipped Selena's chin up, meeting her eyes. He looked into her mind, waiting, expecting. He saw her confusion, her worry, and her rising panic. He remarked, "You really don't know me do you?" Again he waited for her to respond, his mind calculating each of his steps.
Selena refused to admit what her brain was warning her of. She pushed, "Sir, please move. I need to get back into court."
"Well, Gerry, I don't know whether to be offended or grateful that she doesn't remember me."
Selena looked back to Lennox and then again to the man. Her mind carried Jasmine's painting into focus. Again her mind released more of her memories. She knew, she still didn't want to remember, but she knew who this man was. Fatally, fearfully she whispered, "The King!"
He smiled at her recognition. He circled her, coming to stand behind her. He kissed her shoulder, his lips contacting her tattoo. In her ear he said, "Hello, My Toy. How are you?"
Lennox remarked impatiently, "She's got the loading dose in her. Let's give her the rest and get this over with, Judson."
Patrick was pleased. He was going to enjoy "helping" Selena remember him. He replied, "We will, my friend, but I think My Toy should entertain us." His arms reached around her waist, his hands resting over her stomach. "I hear we are going to have a child, Toy. Lennox wants to kill you right now, but I've convinced him to let you live until my child is born. Then if you prove worthy, you might just live. After all I can't possibly take revenge on the mother of my son." He pressed her tightly against him, his fingers digging into her skin, "This is my child, isn't it whore? If it is Knight's, I'd have to kill all three of you." His tone deadly, he whispered, "Guess who would get to die last, My Toy!"
Selena's mind was not keeping up. Her heart raced. Her dizziness was taking over, her belling wanting to vomit again. She ordered, "You have to let me go, Patrick. There are too many cops outside waiting to pounce if I scream."
Patrick laughed, "You mean like the one that should be guarding you now. Guess what?"
Selena refused to answer. Lennox came into view again. He opened the top to his cane revealing a secret compartment. He pulled out a syringe and a vial of medicine. The dancing needles invaded her thoughts. She heard Patrick demand, "Guess what happened to him, My Toy!" He stroked her hair until she looked at him; "He's dead!"
Selena had had enough. She fought her body and mind. He'd come to kidnap her, to force her to give her child to him before he killed her. She pulled away from Patrick; "You are a sick bastard, get away from me!" She put herself in a defense position waiting for them to attack.
Lennox handed Patrick the syringe. He said, "He promised this will keep her quiet so we can get her out of here. Use it then say…"
Patrick smiled, "I know what to do! I'm the one who provided the good doctor with the method and the means to keep My Toy in our grasp! He's the one who fucked up. She would not be fighting me if he had not blown his temper with her and Knight had not stopped her from seeing him."
They were talking about her as if she were their pet. She could not believe it. She reached for her earring, calling out "KITT, send Michael! Now!"
Patrick sent his open hand across her cheek, "Be quiet! Your Knight can't hear you in here!" He took hold of her arm again, the needle poised to go into her arm. Lennox came to his aid, taking her other hand and bending it behind her back. Selena was sandwiched between the two men. For a split second she thought she was trapped, but her memory brought back her training with Michael and Mr. Woo. They had forced her into the same situation. She felt the needle prick her and the drug entering her system.
Quick as lightning, she stepped back into Lennox, her foot digging into his ankle until she felt him loosen her arm. She grabbed his crotch, her nails sinking into the cloth of his pants. As soon as she was free of him, she knocked the syringe from Patrick's hands and tried to push him away. Patrick retaliated, back handing her jaw, sending her against the wall and to the ground.
Surprised and angered, Patrick loomed over Selena where she lay on the floor trying to use her hands to rise; allowing his deadly calm demeanor to overwhelm her. He used his foot to swipe at her arm, sending her face back to the floor, her body almost prone. Only her eyes rose up this time, filled with hate and determination to fight back. He jeered, "I see Knight has been coaching you, teaching you how to play new games!" He reached down, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled until she was forced to rise up to her knees. He let go, his hand connecting with her face when she tried to rise to stand. His voice echoed his increasingly malevolent tone, "Stay down, Toy!"
Lennox pulled himself away from the sink, dusting his clothes off. Patrick commented, "Looks like we'll have to teach my toy who is in charge again." He leaned over her, forcing her to look at him, "First lesson. Fighting me is against the rules, MY Toy!" His voice was again hard, raspy. His fingers dug into her chin and his mouth closed over hers. Her own hands flew to defend herself, trying to push him away. He scraped his nails back along her neck, taking hold of the back, his claws snaring into the strands of her hair. She bit him, tasting his blood on her tongue. Again his hand connected with her cheek, it's color turning an every-darkening shade of red.
Patrick stepped back, felt for then looked at his blood on his fingertips. His eyes penetrated the lock on her memory as he again took hold of her head by her hair. He promised, "Oh My Toy! You will learn to obey me again!"
Selena's head swam. The combination of blows coming at her and the little bits of medicine Patrick had gotten into her system were slowly causing her to become hysterical. The man who held her to her knees terrified every fiber of her being, but the desire, the knowledge Michael had instilled in her that she could fight was strong. She tried to claw his hands out of her hair; "Obey! You! Never again!"
Patrick's laughter resounded throughout the marble and stone room. He caressed her cheek like she was a small child he was scolding. He promised, "Toy, it will be so enjoyable training you to play with me again!"
Lennox protested, "Not Now, Patrick! Knight will be coming!" Lennox had become impatient. He had been watching the woman in court all morning wanting to kill her. That had been the plan from the beginning, to kill her under the noses of the DA, FLAG's CEO – Devon Miles, and Michael Knight. They had arranged to drive her crazy, to get her to believe whatever the doctor implanted in her mind through hypnosis. But that failed. Then Patrick learned the woman was pregnant possibly with his child. He convinced Lennox they could exact their revenge by taking her prisoner. After the child was born they would kill her. Lennox had not been happy with the idea, but he owed Patrick too much, giving Patrick his soul long ago for a debt.
Patrick pulled Selena's head back, getting in her face, "You heard my friend. We have to get you ready to go." Again Patrick held the syringe in his hand.
Selena tried again to dislodge his hand from her hair, her eyes beginning to blur. Lennox approached to hold her for Patrick. She grabbed her ear. The moment she felt the familiar tingle, she cried, "OH God! KITT! Hurry! Send Michael! Please! Patrick...Lennox!"
Patrick assumed she was desperately hallucinating from the drug. He heard her begging Knight's car for help. He leaned over to push her further over the edge, but was stunned to hear, "He's on his way, Selena!" in a distinct Bostonian voice coming from her ear. Patrick demanded, "How are you doing that! Is Knight coming!"
In defiance she fought him, "Wouldn't you like to know! Bastard!" She grabbed hold of his arm, leaned back into his stomach and pulled until she felt him begin to lose his balance. He fell sideways allowing her to try to rise from her knees.
Lennox tried to grab for her as she stood up, but she formed a double fist and sent it between his legs. Lennox doubled over in pain, yet still tried to reach for her. Selena pushed at his chest and sent him flying into the row of sinks and mirrors.
Patrick came at her again only to find her fist contacting his cheek, her rage coming to the surface. She took her chance to escape, running out of the ladies room toward the courtroom. She believed she would find Devon and a room full of people.
Her heart sank as she realized the trial must have recessed. She spoke, "KITT, I'm in the courtroom, where are Bonnie and Devon?" She was about to ask about Michael, but as she walked further into the large room, entering the area in front of the Judge's bench, she came face to face with all of Jasmine's paintings. As she stared at each of them, her mind overloaded with nightmarish images of the past adding to her current terrifying situation. The more she looked, the more her emotions took over. She fingered each of the paintings; then pushed at them in her rising rage. She approached the painting of her being raped. The blond man, Patrick, seemed to be taunting her, laughing at her destruction, like he had been doing in the restroom. She sank to the ground trying to control her hysterics. But Patrick's voice kept sounding in her head until she gave in to her murderous desire and attacked the Patrick in the painting.
Inside KITT, he was listening helplessly to Selena become unglued, to the ripping of the canvas. He scanned for Michael's signal. "Michael!" he warned.
Michael stood in the DA office conversing with the captain of the deputies for the courthouse. They were going over a map of the building. Michael knew KITT needed him. He had tried to get his attention three times without success. Michael had been unable to respond because he was now helping courthouse security deal with the threat of a bomb in the building in addition to searching for Patrick Judson.
Michael spoke into his com-link, "KITT, what?"
KITT ordered, "Go Get Selena! Judson and Lennox tried to abduct her from the ladies restroom."
Michael looked at each of the deputies standing around him. The Captain countered, "Can't be! I've got one of my best men, Sgt. Lewis, guarding her. Are you sure she's not hallucinating? Dr. Lindel reported that she has these waking nightmares."
KITT's voice shouted from Michael's wrist, "Your officer is dead, Sir! You will find his body in the janitor's closet near the third floor ladies room."
The captain was unconvinced, reaching for his radio, "Lewis, I need to speak to you. Come in Lewis!" The radio waves remained static.
Michael was convinced. He begged, his heart hurting, his brain flashing images of ugly things happening to his Selena. "Where is she, KITT?" He watched a blueprint of the courthouse flash over the small screen on his com-link. Finally a red "S" for Selena appeared in a room marked "Courtroom 4D". Michael requested, "Can you fix it so I can talk to her, KITT?"
KITT didn't respond for a second. Michael didn't know he'd been able to communicate with Selena from her earring. KITT remembered Michael using her earring to eavesdrop on her session with Dr Lindel. KITT finally responded, "Give me a second, Michael. Do you want to hear her?"
Michael ordered, "Do it, KITT."
KITT replied, "Ready, Michael."
The room around Michael erupted with controlled panic. Loud ringing bells and buzzing alarms had been set off over the entire courthouse, the noise drowning out all other sound.
Inside her sanctuary, Selena's hysterical fit ended, the noise of the bells calming her rage. She surveyed the damage she'd done, her face drenched with her tears. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes darted toward the door wondering when Michael was coming. KITT had promised to get him. She wondered if she should try to leave, evacuate with the rest of the building. She spoke, "KITT! What's going on? What are all those alarms about?"
KITT responded, "I don't understand it either, Selena. I detect no smoke, no heat anywhere in the building. There has been a bomb warning."
Selena asked, her heart knowing where or who the commotion was coming from, "Is that where Michael is?"
A noise outside the main door caught her attention. Lennox stepped inside. He was carrying the head of his cane. The door that led to the judge's chambers opened, Patrick entered followed by a uniformed guard. Patrick pointed to the far side of the room and the guard circled around Selena.
Selena prepared herself to fight, her hand clenching into fists, her nails digging into her palms. She looked for a way to escape.
Patrick remained still, letting his presence threaten her. She was too unpredictable too strong and willing to fight him. He enjoyed playing with her, he just needed to find her weakness again. He asked, "Played any chess recently, Toy?"
"STOP calling me that!" She spat. She was struggling to remain calm, in control. The feeling of being trapped blossomed inside slowly bringing back her panic attack. She knew Patrick wanted that and the moment she gave in and couldn't remain in control she would lose.
A noise behind her divided her attention back to Lennox. His hands held the head of his cane, which now held a small razor sharp blade protruding from the tip. She stepped away from Lennox trying to find refuge in front of the judge's bench. All three men took another step toward her. Patrick approached the destroyed painting of himself. He commented, "Your Jasmine's talent is breathtaking, Toy." He picked up the torn pieces and held it out for her, he laughed, "Revenge tastes good, doesn't it, Toy!"
Selena refused to answer, playing with her necklace nervously, and then wrapping her hands protectively over her stomach. Patrick reached into the pocket of his suit coat. He pulled out a pair of perfectly matched wide-banded gold bracelets. Etched into the band was a diamond cut design of a queen chess piece. One of the bracelets dangled a small, thick linked chain, ending with lobster claw clasp. Selena's eyes flew to the other bracelet finding that it had a small loop extending from the clasp to hook the chain from the other to it. The bracelets were actually fancy handcuffs in disguise. Her mind rapidly played images of her bound to a large bed with those bracelets. Her hand went to her throat as she also recalled the collar that matched. Her hand nervously continued to stroke her face, push the hair straying from her ponytail away from her face. A feeling of helplessness reinvaded her. She didn't know what to do. She had begged KITT to send her Michael, but had not come to her yet. He had promised he would never let anyone hurt her again.
In the hallway, Michael's voice was heard shouting for Selena. He was frantic, following where KITT led him. Through his wrist he had heard Selena begging Patrick to leave her alone, crying for Michael to help her. His heart stopped when he heard the sound of a chain jangling and Patrick's voice warning, "You will behave now, Toy!" Michael led the captain to the janitor's closet where they found the body of the deputy guarding Selena. A knife wound to his throat, blood pooling around his body.
Selena screamed from the courtroom. Michael called into his wrist, "I need Devon, KITT! Tell him to send as many cops in here as he can get!"
Outside Devon was busy trying to find out why the building had been evacuated. He and Bonne had helped escort Jasmine, Tina, and their Aunts to a waiting limo. Devon ordered the driver to take them to the gatehouse on Foundation Property.
Devon noticed the flash on his com-link. Before he had a chance to respond, KITT warned, "Michael is danger! He needs back up from the authorities. Selena has been trapped in Courtroom 4D on the third floor by Judson and Lennox."
Bonnie interrupted, "How, KITT? I thought the whole building has been evacuated."
KITT informed, "This bomb warning may be false. It may be a diversion engineered by Judson to get to Selena."
Devon looked around and asked, "Where is Michael?"
KITT responded, "He's getting ready to go into the courtroom to get Selena."
Devon ordered, "Let me talk to him, KITT." Devon turned to the police captain that he'd been working with to help organize the building's evacuation. Devon informed, "Captain Dryer, there may not be a bomb in the building. It may be a rouse to stop Gerald Lennox's trial and kill two of my people – both witnesses for his prosecution."
KITT arranged for Michael and Devon to talk to each other. Both men asking, "How is she?"
KITT informed, "Not very well. She's been injected with something. Her heart rate is elevated."
A man wearing identification for the FBI approached Devon. He remarked, "I was afraid this would happen, Devon."
Devon replied, "You did warn me. Mark. But I just couldn't do that to her, to her family."
The man replied, "You know what has to be done this time." He looked at the building, his voice ominous, "Unless by some miracle your Knight can capture both Judson and Lennox and she survives."
Michael did not like what he had heard. He warned, "No, Devon! What If I don't capture them! But I can get her out!"
There was silence for a brief second. Taking a deep breath, Devon faced his friend and agreed, "Let's get it right this time. I will make the arrangements."
Michael responded again, "No, Devon! You can't! Not after…" The sound of Selena's screams reverberated throughout the marble hallway of the courthouse. Devon heard it come through Michael's com-link. He prodded, "Just Go, Michael. She is your most important concern! Get her away from that animal…Save her life." He signaled KITT to cut Michael off, hoping he would not have to betray the Lovers, his friends. He would wait and watch for the capture of Patrick Judson.
In the courtroom, Patrick's guard had imprisoned Selena. He held her by her hair, his arm forcing one arm to her side, while trapping her other hand within his tight fist. Patrick reached for the hand held prisoner and locked one of the gold cuffs into place. He pulled her other hand toward him, locking the second cuff on her. His face was triumphant. Again he asked, "Will you behave now, Toy?"
Michael entered the courtroom, Selena struggling to keep Patrick from joining the two cuffs together. He closed the distance between himself and Selena in only a few strides, picking Patrick off of Selena and landing his fist into Patrick's face.
Selena took her chance, knocking her guard in the nose with the back of her head. Her nails reached around as soon as her hands were free to scratch at his face. She entered Michael's tender, comforting embrace, feeling him smooth away her tears as he held her battered face in his strong hands. She kissed him and cried, "You're Here!"
Michael held her, "Moonlight, I'm sorry for being la…Moonlight?"
Selena felt Michael fall heavy against her. His face was contorted in pain, his eyes enlarging, bewildered. Selena was forced to put her arms around his chest, her hands becoming sticky against his shirt. His voice howled in pain, then died as he found himself unable to breathe.
Lennox loomed up from behind, holding a dripping bloody blade in his hands. He pulled Michael's weight from Selena, pressing his knife against Michael's throat. Lennox looked into Selena's confused and terrified face; "Give me a reason to slice his throat, Toy! Come ON!"
Michael wanted to fight against the man holding him, but the pain in his back was spreading like an uncontrolled freight train through his body. He was fast losing consciousness and the ability to breath. He tasted blood in his mouth coming from his throat. He saw Selena's reaction and wanted to tell her to run! To Fight! But he found he could not speak. Instead he watched Selena grab for Lennox's hand, trying to keep the man from slicing his throat too.
Patrick straightened his jacket and trapped Selena between himself and Michael. Lennox closed the "cage" making sure Selena would cooperate. Patrick had found Selena's new weakness…the same one he'd used to destroy her before. His voice in her ear, his hands freely forcing her body to endure his touch; Patrick ordered, "Kill him, Gerry, if my Toy resists me again." He forced her wrists behind her back, securing them together with the chain.
Selena's fearful eyes looked into Lennox's hate filled ones as he laughed, "Don't worry, Patrick. Today our revenge will be complete. The Knight will die!" He tossed Michael to the ground.
Patrick laughed. He then withdrew a half-used syringe and plunged it into a vein in her arm, while whispering into Selena's ear, "Without ever knowing about our child. Isn't that right, Toy! You never told him, did you?" Her eyes revealed the truth.
Selena looked down to her lover, knowing this time was no act put on by Patrick to fool her. Michael was hurt, maybe even dying if she didn't do something. She pushed Patrick away from her with her shoulders and dropped to kneel over Michael's semi-conscious form. She rubbed her ear against his chest trying to KITT's attention. She cried, "Michael I'm sorry! Please don't die! You've got to fight! Please for our…"
Patrick grabbed her by her hair and threatened, "If you tell him, Toy, He dies right now! Understand!"
Selena nodded. She lay against Michael's chest, whispering that she loved him.
Patrick stood back watching the success of his vengeance. Michael lay helpless, Selena bound to obey him again. He ordered, "Check the stairs, Gerry." To the guard, he ordered, "Go check the back hallway."
Lennox opened the courtroom door slightly to find Devon leading a dozen armed police officers up the stairs. He warned Patrick that they needed to leave. Patrick reached down to Selena to find her trying to use her chin to play with the band around Michael's wrist. She was whispering.
He pulled her backward and demanded, "What are you doing, Toy?" He looked at the band and remembered it being on Selena's wrist the day she demonstrated The Knight Industries Two Thousand for the Auction. He demanded, "This is how to talk to that machine! Isn't it!"
Selena refused and Patrick kicked at Michael's stomach. Selena squirmed, "Yes, Patrick. Yes. Please don't hurt him again."
Patrick took the com-link from Michael's wrist and demanded, "Tell me how to make it work!"
Lennox shot, worriedly, "let's just get out of here!"
Patrick squeezed Selena's arm. "Tell me!"
Selena replied, "Just speak. KITT will hear you!"
Patrick ordered, "Talk to him!"
Selena's voice was tiny, "KITT?"
KITT had been listening and recording every thing. He made sure Devon heard also. He responded, "I'm here, Selena."
Patrick demanded, "Tell Miles that if he wants Knight to live to clear the corridor! To let me pass! I will kill my hostages! Tell him."
KITT responded, "He is listening now."
Devon's voice came through next, "Let me talk to Michael Knight, Judson!"
Patrick replied, "I wish I could, Mr. Miles. Seems your man came into contact with a very nasty knife."
Selena shot out, "Devon, Michael has been stabbed! Patrick wants to kill him!" Patrick slapped her to be silent. Patrick motioned to the guard; "You will stay here with Knight. If you hear two beeps from the cell phones, kill him! Understood!" The guard nodded. Patrick gestured to Lennox, "Let us go, My friend. With my pretty toy here to keep us company. I'm sure Miles will make sure our path is clear as long as we have her with us."
Selena felt her mind wandering. Frightening images of the past and present again collided. Patrick's evil smile invaded her vision. He had gotten in her face knowing the drug he had given her was now working in her system. She would be caught up in a world of hallucinations and completely subject to the power of suggestion – his suggestions.
He whispered, "Look at the Knight, Toy!"
Her eyes gazed at Michael. She wanted to touch him, kiss him. His face was so pale, his eyes half-closed. He raised his hand slightly, evidence the he was trying to fight his wounds. She sobbed, "Michael, Don't Die! Please don't die!"
Patrick's voice invaded her brain, "He is dieing, Toy! Your Knight is gone! You belong to me now!" When she didn't respond, he shook her and demanded, "Say it!"
Selena replied, grimly, "I belong to you, Patrick." Her body lost some of it's height as she felt the weight of her submission, her defeat. She was ready to give in to the trance claiming her mind.
Patrick laughed, "Move!" He pulled her with him out of the courtroom via the back hallway used by the jurors. Lennox was at their side.
Devon and the police crashed through the courtroom's main doors minutes later to find it deserted except for a uniformed deputy lying dead in front of the judges bench next to the destroyed paintings. A trail of blood was seen leading out the side door. Devon contacted, "KITT, where is Michael? How is He?"
KITT responded, "His vital signs are dangerously low, Devon. But he is slowly trying to follow Selena."
Patrick listened to the report and demanded, "How does that car know where you are?"
Selena explained, "It has heat sensors and other bio-detection devices. He can track anyone he wants."
Patrick squeezed her arm, "Those would only tell him where people are in general, Toy! How is he tracking you and Knight specifically?"
Selena tried to concentrate on Patrick's words. She didn't want to tell him what she knew, the secrets of the Foundation, KITT. Her imagination was playing tricks on her. She thought she heard KITT telling Devon that Michael was following her, trying to catch her. She found it hard to concentrate on anything. Her eyes were distorting the images around her. Her stomach was burning, her throat becoming lubricated with her saliva. She knew she needed to throw up. The sounds were magnified to frightening decibels. Patrick's voice grated against her nerves, she was almost willing to do anything to get him to quiet down.
Patrick watched Selena's face become ashen. Every time they stopped to make sure the way was clear, she leaned against him more and more. He needed to know how that car was tracking him. He repeated, "Selena! How is that car tracking you and Knight?"
Selena whimpered, "Go to hell, Patrick!"
Lennox grabbed Selena away from Patrick and threw her against the corridor's hard wall. He ordered, "That is where you are you are going, Selena, if you don't talk1"
Selena shook away the nausea, tried to refocus her mind and tried to ignore the pain in her body. She tried to answer, but KITT's voice came through the wrist communicator. He explained, "The communicator you have stolen allows me to track your exact location. Miss Kirk cannot tell you about my functions. Continuing to ask her is futile. I will provide the information you desire."
Patrick smiled, "Very good!"
Selena ordered, "No, KITT, Just get Michael help! He is your main concern. Protect the knight!"
Lennox squeezed her throat and admonished, "Keep quiet."
Patrick asked, "Why does Selena keep calling you 'KITT'?"
KITT replied, "It is a name given to me by the people who created me. I am the Knight Industries Two Thousand."
Patrick demanded, "That was an easy question. Tell me where Michael Knight is now." Patrick was treated to dead air. He nodded and Lennox pressed his knife against Selena's blouse. He cut off one button and then pressed inside and sliced through the material joining the cups of her bra together between her breasts. Her scream "Stop!" filled the corridor, but fell on uncaring ears. Patrick warned, "Machine! Understand that my friend has forced Miss Kirk against a wall. If you do not answer my questions, her blood will mingle with Knights on his knife."
KITT argued, "Then your child will die too. That is not logical."
Patrick laughed, "Interesting. If I must sacrifice the child to get out of here and get my questions answered; so be it! But consider this, Machine, there are many ways to inflict this woman with pain without killing her or her child." Patrick nodded and Lennox cut away another button on Selena's blouse.
From the other side of the wall, Michael staggered. He used the rails along the wall to keep himself standing. His bloody hand prints leaving a trail. His body was drenched, his body temperature rising making his skin a bright earthy red. He could feel his own blood dampening his shirt. Every time he took a step, he could feel a small gush of fluid come down his back. It was only by pure adrenaline that he'd been able to attack Patrick's goon and go after Selena. He would not rest until she was safe. He could hear his slow erratic breathing roaring in his ears. Selena's scream mingled with the sound and he knew he would find her around the next corner.
Patrick again demanded, "Where is Knight, Machine!"
Michael stepped into view, his hand reaching for the knife in Lennox's hand, attempting to wrench it away from him. His eyes met Selena's and he ordered, "Run! Go to KITT, Moonlight!"
Selena's eyes filled with relief. The relief evaporated when Lennox's fist slammed into Michael's kidney. Blood appeared on the corners of Michael's mouth. Lennox pushed Michael toward the center of the corridor, threatening to stab him if he got to close.
Patrick prevented Selena's escape, pulling her into the vice tight prison of his arms. She tried to wrestle away, but her hands bound behind her left her at his mercy. His voice in her ear breathed, "Move!"
Selena tried to watch Michael and Lennox. She kept struggling against Patrick. She screamed at him to let her go. He refused. He withdrew a handkerchief from his pocket and shoved it between her teeth, tying the ends behind her head.
From the wrist communicator came Devon's voice, "Patrick Judson! Surrender Selena Kirk. Give up trying to escape. The courthouse is surrounded! You will not be allowed to leave!"
Patrick countered, "Mr. Miles, I will get away and I'm taking my toy with me."
Devon informed, "Your partner, Lennox, has already been captured, Patrick. We found him with his own knife in his ribs. You should surrender before Knight reaches you."
Patrick challenged, "No, I don't think so." He pushed Selena out of a door in the back of the courthouse used for kitchen deliveries. He snickered, "I remember the last time you and I were trying to get away, My Toy! Do you! We almost made it then too!" He kissed her cheek.
KITT's voice trapped Patrick's attention. He was parked at the entrance to the driveway leading to the doors. He sprayed a round of laser fire over the couple's head. KITT knew Michael was close to getting to Selena.
Patrick put Selena in front of him as a shield. He shouted, "Stop, Machine!" He pulled a small black metal remote control from his pocket and held it in plain view. Patrick smiled, "Do you play chess, KITT?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Answer the question or…" he pulled a hand grenade from his pocket, "I pull this pin and let it explode against Selena's body."
"Yes, Monster, I play chess."
Patrick laughed, "Good. I want you to scan the courthouse. Specifically the kitchens, the pilot lights on the stoves and furnaces. They have been all extinguished. By now the entire basement has filled with natural gas." Patrick waited.
Devon turned to the captain. The captain began clearing the courthouse of security personnel and requesting fire department equipment and men to stand by. He also ordered the people who had been evacuated from the building to be moved further away from the building. KITT did a complete sensor sweep until he found the traces of gas entering the ventilation system. KITT remarked, "What is your point?"
Patrick smiled, "I have in my hand a device that will set that gas off if I am not allowed to leave." Patrick dragged a squirming Selena over to KITT. He offered, "I believe we have a stalemate, My computerized opponent. Open your doors, Machine, or there will be a small crater instead of a courthouse."
Devon heard Patrick's demands. His attention was drawn to them. He ordered, "Do it, KITT! Open up."
Patrick and Selena watched the glistening hard ebony body open his door. Patrick forced Selena to sit in the driver's side, using the seat belt to restrain her against the seat. As he worked, Patrick studied KITT's functions and remarked in admiration, "Too bad, Machine. It would have been very gratifying to have you in my collection of beautiful toys." He took possession of Selena's face and kissed her. He forewarned, "You too would have made a wonderful and pleasing addition." He removed her gag, still holding her attention; "Selena! Remember, if by some miracle you survive this! I will return for you and the child you give birth to…that is my child! Neither of you will ever be safe from me. If Knight ever finds out, My Toy, you will watch me torture him to death! Do you understand!"
Panic set in, Selena watched Patrick produce the grenades again. She fought against her restraints, realizing his intent. She was screaming for him to let her go. Patrick stood away from KITT, pulled the pins on both grenades, then gently tossed them into KITT's passenger seat. He laughed, "Well, Machine, you'll have to choose between catching me or stopping yourself and your passenger from being destroyed. And then there is that nasty gas leak…my bomb which I can use for a radius of 20 miles...so! No cops better follow me!" He slammed KITT's door, the sound reaching into the air. His eyes caught Michael Knight emerging from the courthouse. He laughed, "Knight! Catch!"
Michael had fought his way through the halls, each step drawing more of his breath from his body. His eyes refused to focus. He was forced to walk in a tunnel. He looked for KITT, hoping his friend was waiting to help him. Instead he watched Patrick force Selena get into KITT. Then Patrick stood over the Trans Am, holding a black remote box and the com-link.
Something sailed through the air toward him. Michael found the com-link coming at him. He caught it in time to hear KITT say, "I can't get rid of them, Devon! I'm going to explode in sixty seconds. Clear the area."
Patrick heard KITT too. Michael looked up at his enemy to find him gloating, "Knight! My Revenge is complete! You will watch our Queen and your steed die together!" Patrick ran from the parking lot.
Selena's screams for help, the sound of her struggling to be free blared through the com-link. Devon instructed, "KITT, move away from here. Make it as painless as possible for her, my friend."
KITT responded, "Don't worry, Devon. Selena will not feel a thing."
Michael tried to speak, but only whispered, "NO, Don't! KITT!"
To Michael's horror, he watched his friend begin to move to an empty parking lot away from the building. Helplessness invaded his mind, draining his will to fight. He fell against the pavement, the pain of his open wound sapping his strength. His eyes died at the sight of a fireball erupting from with KITT's frame. The air was filled with smoke, large pieces of the sunroof and the T-Top sailing up and back to the ground. He had no choice but to surrender to his body's injuries, slipping into unconsciousness as his friend and lover slipped into death.