Title: Vengeance of the Innocent
Summary: A CrossOver with Third Watch and the movie Cabin Fever. When 5 Officer's go into the Catskill Mountains, they wouldn't believe what they find. Bosco's POV!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything with Third Watch or the movie Cabin Fever.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Crossover. Warning: Paranormal-ness. Lol I thought it would be fun. And it was. And thanks for Bonnie for making me go on. This takes place in the present and then flashes back to the past. Alternative ending!
Rating: PG-13 Scattered profanity and gore.
What's going on?!: Okay so this was really weird for me to write. But I had so much fun. The place they stay at is a REAL place.
Vengeance of the Innocent
"We need to know what happened, Officer."
Her voice is like fingernails scratching on the chalkboard.
I stutter as my hands clench into a tight fist, my swollen eyes stare at the table in front of me in a daze. "Everyone started…" I paused not wanting to say it. No-one seemed to want to believe it anyway, so what was the point of this everyday, the same damn thing? "dieing." I finished choking lightly.
I can still see the thick blood though. Smell it, linger in my nose. Feel the warmth trickle down my fingers. It wasn't all so long ago.
"Who started killing the others?"
Images of skeletons suddenly rip though my head sending me backwards in my chair; there clenched jaw, there sunken eyes gaping at me. I flinch and put more pressure on my fists.
I look around the padded room, the light still blinding to my sensitive orbs, and then back to the lady who watches me, scribbling on a piece of paper. "It wasn't someone." I hiss at her in frustration.
They think I'm insane. But sometimes, I'm not to sure anymore. It's funny how watching four people die can affect you.
She gives me a perplexed look. "Then what was it officer? How did they die?" My eyes close as I try to focus on something other on what she's asking me.
I try not to remember. They keep doing this to me. I don't want to think about it anymore. I don't want to remember the pain. The blood. The horror.
"It was something." I spat at her as I observed her face turn angry and twisted. It let me crack a grin, just seeing her fidget in her seat. I was making her nervous. Just how I planned and this time, it wasn't a lie. This was the truth.
She reminded me of someone I use to know. Yet, I couldn't place a finger on it. My memory was dieing.
As I stared at the psychologist I could see a dog lunging at her back and ripping at her flesh, the skin on her throat tearing so easily. Blinking my eyes a few times the vision was gone and she just blinked at me.
Every day I spent in this padded room, in a straight jacket, it was always the same. The visions wouldn't stop.
"Boscorelli, I know this is hard for you, but unless you want to be charged for the murder of several cops, I'd tell the truth." She continued. I stared at the pen she rolled it in between her two fingers and in my eyes it was a knife.
A knife to tear though skin, the one that tore though one of my partners.
One of the cops I had worked with. One who didn't deserve to die the way she did.
"It was in the woods; this thing." I spoke and drove around in the truck. Faith was laughing as Davis switched on the music to country. Sully had fallen asleep in the back along with Cruz, who had her CD player attached to her ears.
Everyone had been called on a run, north of the city, into the Catskill Mountains. We had been called to this town where these citizens started committing suicide; jumping into the town's lake. Sometimes late at night when you were lying in bed and all was silent, you could almost smell the blood. Most people said it was only your imagination.
For once we were all getting along. It seemed too good to be true. I found out that it was.
"We stayed at this station in the woods. It was abandoned and it was about ten miles to town. 10 miles of woods." I paused as I saw a clock etched in my brain, it read 12; midnight.
"Then they started dieing." I explained my voice emotionless as I looked down examining the backs of my hands, placed along my knees. I hadn't seen them freed in a long time.
Turning them over, blood trickled down from the tips and my palms were nothing more then holes. I watched as a large worm wiggled though the rich blood enjoying a meal of his own.
I felt no pain. These hands weren't mine.
"When did they start dieing, Boscorelli?" She asked suddenly breaking me from my trance. I stood up quickly out of my chair, her voice was screaming in my head. I held my ears as I paced the room.
Back and forth. Back and forth. I didn't stop.
I saw a swing swaying in the breeze, the sun shining out though patches of the woods, a women sitting on it, her blonde hair flying behind her. She was filled with laughter as she stared at the sky above her. I smiled leaning against the tree enjoying the warmth of summer. Then everything got cold.
Bitter cold.
And thunder struck though the woods.
Everything turned white as ice glazed over the grass, coded the trees, and made the sky gray.
I heard a scream and started to run to the cabin but when I looked back to see if she was following me, all that was left was her skeleton, slumped over on the motionless swing.
I let out a small cry, "Faith?" I rubbed my hands along my eyes trying to hold back the million tears that were trying to escape.
If they did, I feared they would evaporate my skin in place.
The lady coughed and I brought my reality back to the room.
"The second night..." I replied to her question as I fought to stay in then room and not return to my own jail, my mind. A deer laid in the corner of the room, but when I blinked it disappeared.
I started to hear cries echoing in my ears, judging by the expression on the women's face, she couldn't hear what I was.
The voice that I knew oh so well was screaming my name;
A conjunction of Spanish and English echoed in my head. I couldn't understand her. I held my ears but it didn't do too good, I could still hear her muffled screams for help.
"Can you explain to me what happened?" She tried me again.
I could barely hear her though Cruz's cries. Fighting to get the voice out of my head, a load of anger built over me, not able to control my own reality any longer, as I crashed my fist into the padded wall.
Everything became silent.
"If I do," I exclaimed looking over to her, "It will only kill more."
I replied before sitting down on the floor, my back to the wall. I leaned my head back closing my eyes.
I was suddenly in the water, holding myself down, I was trying to die.
Taking a gulp of the bloody water I felt like I was spinning in circles.
Then I broke free from the grasp and opened my eyes, staring emotionless at the lady.
"Why so? No-one is going to hurt anyone else or you if you explain to me what happened to them," She paused flipping the sheet of paper over, her eyes tracing over a list.
"No! Please! Don't!" I cried to her, standing up abruptly.
"Officer Yokas, Officer Davis, Officer Sullivan, and Sergeant Cruz." She read there names quickly before looking back up to me, her eyes full of confusion at my protest.
I let out a small cry which wasn't much more then a whimper before sitting back down, my head hung low.
Cruz. Faith. Sully. Ty
I didn't want to hear their names.
I didn't want to remember who they were to me. I couldn't. Memories rushed back into my head at full impact beyond my control. I tried to hold my focus on my hands but it was no use, they turned bloody. I was brought back to that day, driving down the thruway. Everything seems so normal. That's when all hell broke out.
Day 1 The Ride
"Exit 21, that's it!" Faith shrieks as I pass the exit to our destination.
"Awe damnit, where can I make a U-turn?" I mutter as I hear Davis sigh in the back.
"The next exit isn't for another 30 miles smart one." Cruz muttered slipping her ear phones back over her head. "Wake me up when we get there."
"Man, we've been driving for about 3 ½ hours. I can't take this much longer." Sully complains.
"Kill me why don't yah?" I chuckle lightly, "We'll just get off the next one, and get back on south."
"Whatever. Can we just make this as quick and as painless as possible? I'm not all too comfortable." Davis replied leaning his head back on the head rest.
"No, I'm making you suffer." I scoff at them. "Would you rather drive then? It's pretty dark and I'm trying to pay as much attention as I can to the damn road."
"Shut up and keep going." Faith murmured leaning her head back and closing her eyes.
As I continued driving, everyone became silent. I looked in the rear view mirror for a second at Cruz, in the middle, Davis to her right, and then Sully to the left. Sighing I looked back to the road, "Shit!" I cursed as a deer stood in the headlights. Slamming on the brakes the car skidded forward missing the deer by a few inches.
"Jesus Christ!" Faith yelled after a moment. My heart pounding on my chest, I caught my breath as I watched the deer run into the woods and continued down the road.
"Sorry, I didn't see it." I replied.
Sully and Davis leaned back in there seats from trying to see what happened and Cruz closed her eyes again, annoyed that the jolt of the car woke her up.
"I swear, it just popped out of nowhere." I continued dumbfounded and continued driving taking in the silence that surrounded me.
Day 1- Arrival
"Guys! Wake up. We're here" I said pulling up in front of the isolated cabin.
"Yeah and by midnight, I'm impressed." Cruz muttered as she slipped her head phones off and rubbed her eyes.
Davis let out a small yawn before getting out of the car and observing the small building. Cruz got out behind him, Faith, Sully, and Bosco.
"So what? We call in the headquarters in the morning before we head into town?" Faith asked.
"Yup" Sully replied before opening the trunk and carrying out their luggage. "All I want to do now is sleep."
"I got to go call Fred and the kids. I promised I would call when we got up here." Faith replied digging into her pocket and taking out her cell phone.
The house was pretty much on top of a mountain, surrounded by woods in the back, several trees in the front, and then a large field before more woods. The lights down the mountain showed the great distance to town. I walked up the stairs on to the porch and unlocked the door. Cruz followed in behind me and Davis close behind.
Finding the light on the wall I switched it on. "Nice place…" I said as I looked around the kitchen and dining room. Walking down the hall I continued into a large living room with a loft, fireplace, and big screen TV. "Score! I wonder if the game's over yet." I headed over to the TV and switched it on getting nothing but loud static. My hands clutched my ears.
"Damnit! Bosco! Shut it off!" Cruz yelled her hands over her ears as well.
Turning it off, I shrugged. "I'll fool with the antenna later."
"There are two bedrooms and the bathroom down the hall." Davis explained as he walked back in. "One here too."
Sully wandered in with Faith close behind dropping the bags on the floor.
"Okay so three rooms and a couch. Someone can sleep on the loft I guess." I replied looking from one to another, "Any takers?"
"I call a room." Cruz replied grabbing her bag and headed down the hall into the back bedroom.
"Since we are all mature gentlemen, Faith, you can choose next." Davis said with a sly smirk.
"Alright, thanks guys." She said grabbing her suit case and headed into the smaller room, off the hallway.
"Rock, paper, scissors!" I called. I, Sullivan, and Davis stood in a small circle, "Rock paper scissors SHOOT!" I yelled putting my hand into a fist. Both Davis and Sully did paper. "Oh…I see how it is." I scoffed at them sarcastically.
"Guess you're either on the loft or with one of the girls." Sully mused with a chuckle.
"Yeah, Bos, good luck with that!" Davis cracked up laughing as I brushed past him.
"Oh don't be so jealous Davis, I can work my charm." I commented coyly heading down the hall.
"Rock paper scissors, shoot!" Davis called making a scissor shape; Sully put his hand in a fist indicating rock.
"Have a good night on the couch, Davis." Sully chuckled and soon disappeared behind the bedroom door that was connected to the living room.
Heading down the hall towards Cruz's room I opened the door slowly, switched the light on, and pounced on the bed beside her. Cruz jumped up with a confused expression, "What the hell?!"
"Did I scare you?" I laughed sitting up. "Have room for one more?" I smirk cunningly.
Cruz replied by rolling her eyes and falling back on to the bed, lying on her side. "You lost your own game?"
"Yeah…shut up." I muttered with a light smile. "As much as I do not want to sleep with you, I rather take my chances." I replied prompting myself up on my side and faced her.
She studied me for a moment with a satisfied smirk, she shrugged. "Hurry up. Do what you got to do and shut the damn light off." She muttered before turning on to her back and closed her eyes.
Getting up I headed back out and found my bag. Passing Faith's room I peered in at her sitting up in bed, reading a book. "Hey, did you get in touch with Fred?" I asked her leaning on the door.
"Yeah, the kids were already sleeping." Faith replied after looking up to me.
I nodded, "See yah in the morning."
"Bright and early. They're no roosters, are there?" Faith said with a laugh.
"Let's hope not." I replied with a wink and headed back down the hall and into the bathroom. I changed into my PJ pants and a NYPD tee shirt, and headed back into Cruz's room. Turning the light off, I crawled into bed beside her. Wrapping my arm around her waist, her hands along my chest, I drifted to sleep.
*
I started to shake. Blood was all over now, coding my eyelids, making my vision red as I looked around the white padded room and back at the lady.
"Officer?"
This wasn't normal. My vision was red.
Millions of shades of red. Blood.
I can back to reality from that first day. I realized I must have been sitting here, on the floor for about a half hour, lost in my own thoughts. I hadn't spoken once. My nails dug into my fist, allowing the skin to break and blood to flow down my arm.
I wasn't doing this though.
I wasn't the one cutting into my flesh.
I'm not that stupid.
That's when I heard a growl, a wolf howling throughout the night. Someone screamed and I started to run.
I ran though the field in front of the cabin as fast as I could, screaming. "Cruz!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
My vision was bloody again.
The sky was black and the fields were red; drenched with an unbelievable amount of blood.
Her blood.
I fell as something clawed my skin. My face hit the stained grass and I was gone.
The lady remained as stone, staring at me, and jotting down notes in her file as I stopped shaking and became motionless, staring at the ceiling.
"There was a shot, an injection that would evaporate your skin. A doctor killed his wife because he wanted revenge for her cheating on him. The doctor went mad after her realized what he had done and injected this toxic disease into the animals of the Catskills. After they died he placed them in the reserve. It was the water we drank. And then… we started to get sick."
I had just started to talk.
Why?
I needed to talk, to tell someone. I was driving myself insane keeping myself locked up. She sighed as her eyes fell to the paper. "I need the truth Officer."
"That is the god damn truth." I scowled at her, my eyes narrowed in fury. Sure, it was hard to believe. But I had proof. "Don't drink the water." I whispered hanging my head low.
I was sucked in again. Into my head and I let out a sharp cry as I stared at myself in the mirror, skinless. All I was looking at was my bloody muscles and bones.
I was skinned, alive.
*