Title: Deliver Us From Evil (Sequel to Punish the Children) (3/?)
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Rating: PG-13
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: An enemy returns, endangering the lives of Ty, Sully, Bosco and Faith.
Notes: As always, thanks so much for your comments and feedback. I really appreciate it :)
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Seth sat in the shadows of the darkened room waiting. If everything had gone as planned, his prisoners would be arriving soon. He stood up and began pacing, leaving the room to go out into the larger area of the abandoned warehouse. It wasn't the ideal location, but they were only going to be here for one night. Tomorrow the four officers would be transported to their new home. He had spoken with Kyle earlier who had assured him that all the arrangements were just about complete. He cocked his head as he heard the sound of a car door slam and he retreated back into the shadows. He wasn't quite ready to be seen yet.
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"Get in there." Ty stumbled and just managed to catch his balance as Hank shoved him into the pitch-black room, then slammed the door behind him. Shit. He couldn't see a damn thing in here. He cautiously took one step and then another, his arms held out in front of him as he blindly searched for a wall or something solid to grasp onto.
"Who's there?"
The voice was unexpected and startled Ty, causing him to jump. His heart pounding, he remained silent, every muscle in his body tense as he waited, expecting this faceless person to come at him from the darkness. It wasn't until the question was repeated that he realized the voice was a familiar one. "Sully?"
"Ty?"
"Yeah, Sul...it's me."
"What the hell is going on?"
"I have no idea. How'd you get here, Sul? What happened?"
"I drove home from work and they were waiting for me...or they followed me, I'm not really sure which."
"Yeah...yeah that's pretty much what happened to me too," Ty said. "Did you recognize any of them?"
"No. No I never saw any of them in my life."
"Wish I knew what was going on," Ty said softly.
"So do I partner...so do I..."
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"Hey! Be careful jag-off," Bosco bellowed as one of the gunmen put his hand on Faith's back and roughly pushed her towards the staircase. She had to grab onto the railing to keep from falling down the stairs.
"Keep it up, smart mouth." The man turned towards Bosco and pressed the gun up against his head. "I'd like nothing better than to use this on you."
"Bosco, please..." Faith looked at him imploringly. "They're not fooling around."
He hated having to back down, but when he saw the look on Faith's face he did so reluctantly. He didn't want to worry her even more and he didn't want to take any chances that would leave her alone to have to deal with whatever this turned out to be.
"Listen to the lady, hotshot. Now get down those stairs before I shove you down them."
Bosco waited for Faith to start her descent and then started down after her. It was pretty dark and they moved cautiously. The stairs were old and rickety and creaked and groaned with each step they took. Bosco was trying to figure out where they might be, but he wasn't having much luck. They had been blindfolded until they had been brought inside. The best he could figure out was that they were in some kind of an old abandoned warehouse or factory. He really couldn't even be sure though. They reached the bottom of the staircase and the gunmen led them towards a door.
"Get in there," one of the men ordered as he opened the door while his companions kept their guns trained on Bosco and Faith. "Hurry up about it."
Bosco and Faith entered the room and the door immediately closed behind them, plunging them into darkness. "Wonder where we are," Bosco mused.
"Bosco? That you? It's me, Sully."
"Sully? What the hell are you doin' here?" Bosco asked.
"I guess the same thing you're doing here. Davis is here too."
"You guys don't have any idea what's going on?" Faith broke into the conversation.
"No...we have no clue," Ty replied.
They heard the sound of approaching footsteps and turned their attention in that direction, futilely straining their eyes against the darkness. The door opened and they saw the silhouette of a man who was holding a lantern. He raised it upward and smiled, a ghastly smile, which they all recognized immediately.
"No." Ty was the first to speak in a shocked whisper as he took a step backwards. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be true. It had to be a nightmare. "You...you're dead."
Seth began to laugh, as did the trio of gunman who were standing behind him in the shadows. "So sorry to disappoint you, Officer Davis, but I'm very much alive. I only wish I had a camera to capture the look on your face. It's truly priceless."
"You bastard." Sully moved in front of his partner protectively. "What the hell kind of a game are you playing here?"
"Oh its not a game, Officer Sullivan," Seth stated as he placed the lantern on a small table, which they hadn't been able to see before. "I can assure you, this is anything but a game. There was a brown paper bag on top of the table. Seth reached inside of it and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs, then handed one each to Faith and Sully. "Okay you two. Let's get a look at your expert police technique. Cuff them." It was best to get the young guys out of commission first. He could tell that Boscorelli was a hothead just from the expression on his face.
Faith and Sully exchanged looks, each trying to think of some way out of the situation. Once they were handcuffed, they were virtually helpless. "Don't make me ask again." Seth's tone was calm but his intentions very evident as he raised his gun and his three companions followed suit.
"I'm sorry, Bos," Faith whispered as she attached the cuffs to her partner's wrists, something she'd never in a million years imagined herself doing.
"We'll get out of this, Faith." Bosco managed to give her a tense smile. "We will."
"Enough with the small talk," Seth barked. He glanced over at Sully who was still holding the handcuffs in his hands. "What the hell are you waiting for? For me to splatter your partner's brains on the floor?"
Sully's eyes moved over the gunmen as his brain scanned through possibilities, but everything he thought of ended the same way. They'd all be dead. He gave Ty an apologetic look as he cuffed his partner.
"Good." Seth handed another pair of cuffs to Faith. "Now him," he said, gesturing towards Sully.
Knowing she had no choice, Faith silently put the cuffs on Sully and then stood back, measuring Seth with her eyes. She prided herself on not being afraid of much, but this guy scared her. There was something crazy in his eyes, but it was much more than that. He seemed to have an air of evilness about him...almost as if he lacked a conscience. She inwardly shuddered as he approached her, cuffs in his hands and the other gunmen who all were aiming their weapons in her direction.
"Put your arms out, Officer Yokas," Seth commanded. His tone was much softer, but something in the way he spoke alarmed Faith all the more as she allowed him to handcuff her. He then stood in front of her and touched her cheek with his hand, tracing it lightly with his fingers. "You're a very attractive woman, Officer Yokas."
"Bastard!" Bosco had been watching the scene with an increasing sense of revulsion. "Keep your filthy hands off her!"
"Or what?" Seth asked matter-of-factly as he turned towards the officer. "Tell me what you'll do to me, Officer Boscorelli."
"I'll fucking kill you, you piece of trash."
"I see." Seth began to chuckle and the other gunmen started to laugh as well. "Somehow I don't think you're in a position to do that right now, but I'll definitely keep it in mind for future reference."
"You do that." Bosco was positively seething with anger and frustration. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to put his hands around Seth's neck and squeeze the life right out of him.
"I'm going to leave you all now so that you can get some sleep. You'll need it before your trial in the morning."
"Our trial?" Sully asked, a bemused expression on his face. This guy was crazier than he had ever imagined. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about your trial," Seth explained patiently, as if he was talking to a small child. "Everything is going to be done in a perfectly fair manner. You'll have a trial before you're convicted and sentenced. It's the proper thing to do."
"You crazy fuck." Ty couldn't believe what was happening here. He couldn't believe this guy was loose and that he had managed to get them into this predicament.
"Crazy like a fox," Seth smiled as he backed out of the room and the other three gunmen followed suit. "Sleep well."
Seth smiled slowly as he looked at the four police officers once more before closing the door. He had them all exactly where he wanted them. Everything was working out perfectly.
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Rating: PG-13
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: An enemy returns, endangering the lives of Ty, Sully, Bosco and Faith.
Notes: As always, thanks so much for your comments and feedback. I really appreciate it :)
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Seth sat in the shadows of the darkened room waiting. If everything had gone as planned, his prisoners would be arriving soon. He stood up and began pacing, leaving the room to go out into the larger area of the abandoned warehouse. It wasn't the ideal location, but they were only going to be here for one night. Tomorrow the four officers would be transported to their new home. He had spoken with Kyle earlier who had assured him that all the arrangements were just about complete. He cocked his head as he heard the sound of a car door slam and he retreated back into the shadows. He wasn't quite ready to be seen yet.
******
"Get in there." Ty stumbled and just managed to catch his balance as Hank shoved him into the pitch-black room, then slammed the door behind him. Shit. He couldn't see a damn thing in here. He cautiously took one step and then another, his arms held out in front of him as he blindly searched for a wall or something solid to grasp onto.
"Who's there?"
The voice was unexpected and startled Ty, causing him to jump. His heart pounding, he remained silent, every muscle in his body tense as he waited, expecting this faceless person to come at him from the darkness. It wasn't until the question was repeated that he realized the voice was a familiar one. "Sully?"
"Ty?"
"Yeah, Sul...it's me."
"What the hell is going on?"
"I have no idea. How'd you get here, Sul? What happened?"
"I drove home from work and they were waiting for me...or they followed me, I'm not really sure which."
"Yeah...yeah that's pretty much what happened to me too," Ty said. "Did you recognize any of them?"
"No. No I never saw any of them in my life."
"Wish I knew what was going on," Ty said softly.
"So do I partner...so do I..."
******
"Hey! Be careful jag-off," Bosco bellowed as one of the gunmen put his hand on Faith's back and roughly pushed her towards the staircase. She had to grab onto the railing to keep from falling down the stairs.
"Keep it up, smart mouth." The man turned towards Bosco and pressed the gun up against his head. "I'd like nothing better than to use this on you."
"Bosco, please..." Faith looked at him imploringly. "They're not fooling around."
He hated having to back down, but when he saw the look on Faith's face he did so reluctantly. He didn't want to worry her even more and he didn't want to take any chances that would leave her alone to have to deal with whatever this turned out to be.
"Listen to the lady, hotshot. Now get down those stairs before I shove you down them."
Bosco waited for Faith to start her descent and then started down after her. It was pretty dark and they moved cautiously. The stairs were old and rickety and creaked and groaned with each step they took. Bosco was trying to figure out where they might be, but he wasn't having much luck. They had been blindfolded until they had been brought inside. The best he could figure out was that they were in some kind of an old abandoned warehouse or factory. He really couldn't even be sure though. They reached the bottom of the staircase and the gunmen led them towards a door.
"Get in there," one of the men ordered as he opened the door while his companions kept their guns trained on Bosco and Faith. "Hurry up about it."
Bosco and Faith entered the room and the door immediately closed behind them, plunging them into darkness. "Wonder where we are," Bosco mused.
"Bosco? That you? It's me, Sully."
"Sully? What the hell are you doin' here?" Bosco asked.
"I guess the same thing you're doing here. Davis is here too."
"You guys don't have any idea what's going on?" Faith broke into the conversation.
"No...we have no clue," Ty replied.
They heard the sound of approaching footsteps and turned their attention in that direction, futilely straining their eyes against the darkness. The door opened and they saw the silhouette of a man who was holding a lantern. He raised it upward and smiled, a ghastly smile, which they all recognized immediately.
"No." Ty was the first to speak in a shocked whisper as he took a step backwards. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be true. It had to be a nightmare. "You...you're dead."
Seth began to laugh, as did the trio of gunman who were standing behind him in the shadows. "So sorry to disappoint you, Officer Davis, but I'm very much alive. I only wish I had a camera to capture the look on your face. It's truly priceless."
"You bastard." Sully moved in front of his partner protectively. "What the hell kind of a game are you playing here?"
"Oh its not a game, Officer Sullivan," Seth stated as he placed the lantern on a small table, which they hadn't been able to see before. "I can assure you, this is anything but a game. There was a brown paper bag on top of the table. Seth reached inside of it and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs, then handed one each to Faith and Sully. "Okay you two. Let's get a look at your expert police technique. Cuff them." It was best to get the young guys out of commission first. He could tell that Boscorelli was a hothead just from the expression on his face.
Faith and Sully exchanged looks, each trying to think of some way out of the situation. Once they were handcuffed, they were virtually helpless. "Don't make me ask again." Seth's tone was calm but his intentions very evident as he raised his gun and his three companions followed suit.
"I'm sorry, Bos," Faith whispered as she attached the cuffs to her partner's wrists, something she'd never in a million years imagined herself doing.
"We'll get out of this, Faith." Bosco managed to give her a tense smile. "We will."
"Enough with the small talk," Seth barked. He glanced over at Sully who was still holding the handcuffs in his hands. "What the hell are you waiting for? For me to splatter your partner's brains on the floor?"
Sully's eyes moved over the gunmen as his brain scanned through possibilities, but everything he thought of ended the same way. They'd all be dead. He gave Ty an apologetic look as he cuffed his partner.
"Good." Seth handed another pair of cuffs to Faith. "Now him," he said, gesturing towards Sully.
Knowing she had no choice, Faith silently put the cuffs on Sully and then stood back, measuring Seth with her eyes. She prided herself on not being afraid of much, but this guy scared her. There was something crazy in his eyes, but it was much more than that. He seemed to have an air of evilness about him...almost as if he lacked a conscience. She inwardly shuddered as he approached her, cuffs in his hands and the other gunmen who all were aiming their weapons in her direction.
"Put your arms out, Officer Yokas," Seth commanded. His tone was much softer, but something in the way he spoke alarmed Faith all the more as she allowed him to handcuff her. He then stood in front of her and touched her cheek with his hand, tracing it lightly with his fingers. "You're a very attractive woman, Officer Yokas."
"Bastard!" Bosco had been watching the scene with an increasing sense of revulsion. "Keep your filthy hands off her!"
"Or what?" Seth asked matter-of-factly as he turned towards the officer. "Tell me what you'll do to me, Officer Boscorelli."
"I'll fucking kill you, you piece of trash."
"I see." Seth began to chuckle and the other gunmen started to laugh as well. "Somehow I don't think you're in a position to do that right now, but I'll definitely keep it in mind for future reference."
"You do that." Bosco was positively seething with anger and frustration. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to put his hands around Seth's neck and squeeze the life right out of him.
"I'm going to leave you all now so that you can get some sleep. You'll need it before your trial in the morning."
"Our trial?" Sully asked, a bemused expression on his face. This guy was crazier than he had ever imagined. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about your trial," Seth explained patiently, as if he was talking to a small child. "Everything is going to be done in a perfectly fair manner. You'll have a trial before you're convicted and sentenced. It's the proper thing to do."
"You crazy fuck." Ty couldn't believe what was happening here. He couldn't believe this guy was loose and that he had managed to get them into this predicament.
"Crazy like a fox," Seth smiled as he backed out of the room and the other three gunmen followed suit. "Sleep well."
Seth smiled slowly as he looked at the four police officers once more before closing the door. He had them all exactly where he wanted them. Everything was working out perfectly.