Title: Deliver Us From Evil (Sequel to Punish the Children) (5/?)
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: Thanks so much for all your nice comments on this story. I'm so glad you like this and hope you continue to do so.
*****
He could feel a cold chill running down the back of his neck as they plodded through the dark graveyard. "Where are you taking me?" he asked for the third time, but as before, Seth refused to answer his question. Ty desperately wanted to flee, to somehow escape this eerie horror, but he found himself unable to do so. As if hypnotized, he continued to follow behind the man who had him under his control. Finally Seth stopped and pointed, a malicious smile forming on his lips. Ty's gaze turned to where Seth was pointing and he was overcome with dread as he read the lettering on the three gravestones...John Sullivan, Maurice Boscorelli and Faith Yokas...all of them dead...all had died on the same day.
"No." Ty whispered. He attempted to back away, but Seth harshly seized his arm in an ironclad grip, stopping him in his tracks.
"You're not going anywhere. You'll stay here and face what you've done." Seth smirked as he looked down at the gravestones. "All of them dead. All because of you."
"They...they're not dead," he stammered, once again unsuccessfully trying to pull away from Seth. "They can't be."
"Oh but we are..." The voice was familiar, but yet not so familiar. There was something different about it, almost as if it had an unearthly quality.
"F..Faith?" Ty stammered, trying to peer into the depths of the gloom. "Is...is that you?"
"Yes...yes it's me...or it used to be me..."
"How could you do it to us, Ty? I thought I was a good partner to you and this is how you repay me?"
"I..no, Sully it wasn't my fault. I wouldn't...I didn't...I..." Desperately, Ty turned his head, trying to see his partner.
Bosco's voice resonated through the air. "Who's fault was it then, jag-off? This guy would never have targeted us if it wasn't for you. You killed us."
"You killed us." Faith and Sully's voices echoed. "You killed us."
"No... No I didn't..." Ty finally managed to break free of Seth who laughed gleefully as three ghostly figures emerged from behind the trees. Translucent apparitions of Sully, Bosco and Faith started towards him, their faces expressionless, their eyes hollow as they repeated over and over again. "You killed us. You killed us."
"I didn't mean to..." Ty shook his head, his eyes wide with terror as he backed up against a tree. They continued their steadfast approach, circling around him and beginning to close in. "Please...no. I...I never wanted this to happen. I swear. Leave me alone. Please. Leave me alone!"
******
"Ty, wake up!"
He recoiled as he felt something touch his shoulder and his eyes popped open. Sully was kneeling on the floor beside him, his cuffed hands gently shaking Ty's shoulder. "Ty...you okay?" he asked, his eyes full of concern as he watched his young partner.
"I...yeah, I'm alright." Still shaken, Ty pulled himself up into a sitting position, steadfastly avoiding Sully's gaze. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Bosco and Faith seated together on the cot, their eyes on him. "I'm alright," he repeated, trying to assure himself as well as the others.
"Okay." Sully forced a faint smile as he moved away from Ty, deciding to give him some space.
"Anyone manage to get any sleep?" Bosco asked, noting Ty's discomfiture and trying to get their attention off him. He was no stranger to nightmares and knew how unsettling they could be.
"I slept some," Faith replied. She moved in closer to Bosco, resting her hands on his thigh then smiled softly when he covered her hands with his own. She needed his touch, the closeness he provided. It was almost as if she derived strength from it. "How about you?"
"A little bit," he said. He'd dozed some, on and off, but he'd been too nerved up to fall into a sound sleep. His mind was too full of questions. He hated this, hated not knowing what lied ahead, even though a large part of him feared whatever was to come.
"Anyone have any ideas?" Sully asked hoarsely. He raised his hands to his neck and began to rub it as best as he could. The night spent on the hard, cold floor had only served to make the muscle pull in his neck even sorer than he could have imagined. His whole body was stiff and achy. He was definitely much too old for this crap.
Faith shook her head and Bosco followed suit. Ty didn't answer, his eyes unfocused, his attention obviously elsewhere.
"You okay, Sullivan?" Bosco asked, noting the pained expression on Sully's face.
"Just sore," Sully replied. "Sleeping on the floor isn't my idea of a good time."
Faith looked up quickly, a stricken look in her eyes. "You could have had the cot, Sully...I..."
Sully shook his head quickly. "No...no...That wasn't what I meant at all, Faith. I wasn't even thinking about the cot. It doesn't look very comfortable either. I was thinking about my own bed at home."
She nodded, dropping her gaze to the floor and an uneasy silence filled the room. "Anyone got the time?" Bosco asked after a few long moments.
Ty raised his wrist towards his face and squinted down at his watch. "Quarter past eight," he replied.
"I'm hungry," Bosco mumbled, his thoughts briefly going back to the Chinese chicken which had fallen to the ground and had likely been eaten by some lucky neighborhood mutts.
"Me too," Sully said.
"Yeah, well I wouldn't count on this guy bringing us any breakfast," Faith said.
"Wonder what time the trial begins?" Bosco asked.
"Who knows," Ty replied, his stomach sick at the thought of it. He glanced at the others and wondered what they were really thinking. He was filled with dread at whatever he suspected Seth was capable of doing to them. He had a feeling it was beyond anything he could even imagine. This was obviously something that had been well planned out. As it stood now, chances were slim that anyone even knew they were missing.
"Guess all we can do is wait," Sully remarked as the others nodded and then became silent once again, each lost in his or her own thoughts of whatever lay ahead.
******
Emily took out the key to her mother's apartment and carefully placed it into the lock to open the door. Being as quiet as she could, she made her way into the living room and began to shuffle through the papers and magazines, which were strewn about on the coffee table. "I know it's here somewhere..." she murmured to herself, then smiled in relief when she came up with report she had left there two days before. She was very glad she had found it. Mr. Peters, her history teacher, had no patience for late homework. She put the report into her backpack and was about to head out when she made her way to her mother's bedroom. She edged the door opened and peeked inside fully expecting to see her mother asleep in bed, but what she saw instead was her mother's bed, made up and obviously unslept in. For a brief moment she was worried, but then she understood. Her father had certainly gone off about it enough times. Bosco...Her mother and Bosco... She felt an instant sense of betrayal on her father's behalf. God...her mother was always acting so damn superior and she was doing it with Bosco? What a bitch. With an angry scowl on her face, Emily stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door as loudly as she could behind her.
******
"Here you go, Bird, eat up," Carlos said as he put the birdseed into the cage. His own stomach rumbled and he headed towards the kitchen to get himself some breakfast. He glanced over at Ty's room as he passed it. The door was ajar and it was apparent that Ty hadn't been home last night. He knew Ty was more upset than he liked to let on about the whole Waters thing...his nightmares spoke volumes. Maybe he'd spent the night at Sullivan's or his mom's. Better yet, maybe he had found a beautiful woman with a sympathetic ear. Carlos poured some corn flakes into a bowl and sat down at the kitchen table. Wherever he was, he hoped his roommate was doing okay. He certainly deserved to have some peace in his life.
******
Seth smiled to himself as he walked towards the room where his prisoners were waiting. He'd slept well, much better than he suspected the officers had slept. Well, he himself had certainly had enough sleepless nights in prison. It did his heart good to know they were experiencing the same thing. He was just so excited for this day to begin. "Be alert," he ordered the three gunmen behind him as he started to unlock the door. Moments later, he stood in the doorway and gazed at the officers one by one, his eyes lingering just a bit longer on Officer Yokas.
"I trust you all slept well. Get moving. It's time for your trial to begin."
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: Thanks so much for all your nice comments on this story. I'm so glad you like this and hope you continue to do so.
*****
He could feel a cold chill running down the back of his neck as they plodded through the dark graveyard. "Where are you taking me?" he asked for the third time, but as before, Seth refused to answer his question. Ty desperately wanted to flee, to somehow escape this eerie horror, but he found himself unable to do so. As if hypnotized, he continued to follow behind the man who had him under his control. Finally Seth stopped and pointed, a malicious smile forming on his lips. Ty's gaze turned to where Seth was pointing and he was overcome with dread as he read the lettering on the three gravestones...John Sullivan, Maurice Boscorelli and Faith Yokas...all of them dead...all had died on the same day.
"No." Ty whispered. He attempted to back away, but Seth harshly seized his arm in an ironclad grip, stopping him in his tracks.
"You're not going anywhere. You'll stay here and face what you've done." Seth smirked as he looked down at the gravestones. "All of them dead. All because of you."
"They...they're not dead," he stammered, once again unsuccessfully trying to pull away from Seth. "They can't be."
"Oh but we are..." The voice was familiar, but yet not so familiar. There was something different about it, almost as if it had an unearthly quality.
"F..Faith?" Ty stammered, trying to peer into the depths of the gloom. "Is...is that you?"
"Yes...yes it's me...or it used to be me..."
"How could you do it to us, Ty? I thought I was a good partner to you and this is how you repay me?"
"I..no, Sully it wasn't my fault. I wouldn't...I didn't...I..." Desperately, Ty turned his head, trying to see his partner.
Bosco's voice resonated through the air. "Who's fault was it then, jag-off? This guy would never have targeted us if it wasn't for you. You killed us."
"You killed us." Faith and Sully's voices echoed. "You killed us."
"No... No I didn't..." Ty finally managed to break free of Seth who laughed gleefully as three ghostly figures emerged from behind the trees. Translucent apparitions of Sully, Bosco and Faith started towards him, their faces expressionless, their eyes hollow as they repeated over and over again. "You killed us. You killed us."
"I didn't mean to..." Ty shook his head, his eyes wide with terror as he backed up against a tree. They continued their steadfast approach, circling around him and beginning to close in. "Please...no. I...I never wanted this to happen. I swear. Leave me alone. Please. Leave me alone!"
******
"Ty, wake up!"
He recoiled as he felt something touch his shoulder and his eyes popped open. Sully was kneeling on the floor beside him, his cuffed hands gently shaking Ty's shoulder. "Ty...you okay?" he asked, his eyes full of concern as he watched his young partner.
"I...yeah, I'm alright." Still shaken, Ty pulled himself up into a sitting position, steadfastly avoiding Sully's gaze. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Bosco and Faith seated together on the cot, their eyes on him. "I'm alright," he repeated, trying to assure himself as well as the others.
"Okay." Sully forced a faint smile as he moved away from Ty, deciding to give him some space.
"Anyone manage to get any sleep?" Bosco asked, noting Ty's discomfiture and trying to get their attention off him. He was no stranger to nightmares and knew how unsettling they could be.
"I slept some," Faith replied. She moved in closer to Bosco, resting her hands on his thigh then smiled softly when he covered her hands with his own. She needed his touch, the closeness he provided. It was almost as if she derived strength from it. "How about you?"
"A little bit," he said. He'd dozed some, on and off, but he'd been too nerved up to fall into a sound sleep. His mind was too full of questions. He hated this, hated not knowing what lied ahead, even though a large part of him feared whatever was to come.
"Anyone have any ideas?" Sully asked hoarsely. He raised his hands to his neck and began to rub it as best as he could. The night spent on the hard, cold floor had only served to make the muscle pull in his neck even sorer than he could have imagined. His whole body was stiff and achy. He was definitely much too old for this crap.
Faith shook her head and Bosco followed suit. Ty didn't answer, his eyes unfocused, his attention obviously elsewhere.
"You okay, Sullivan?" Bosco asked, noting the pained expression on Sully's face.
"Just sore," Sully replied. "Sleeping on the floor isn't my idea of a good time."
Faith looked up quickly, a stricken look in her eyes. "You could have had the cot, Sully...I..."
Sully shook his head quickly. "No...no...That wasn't what I meant at all, Faith. I wasn't even thinking about the cot. It doesn't look very comfortable either. I was thinking about my own bed at home."
She nodded, dropping her gaze to the floor and an uneasy silence filled the room. "Anyone got the time?" Bosco asked after a few long moments.
Ty raised his wrist towards his face and squinted down at his watch. "Quarter past eight," he replied.
"I'm hungry," Bosco mumbled, his thoughts briefly going back to the Chinese chicken which had fallen to the ground and had likely been eaten by some lucky neighborhood mutts.
"Me too," Sully said.
"Yeah, well I wouldn't count on this guy bringing us any breakfast," Faith said.
"Wonder what time the trial begins?" Bosco asked.
"Who knows," Ty replied, his stomach sick at the thought of it. He glanced at the others and wondered what they were really thinking. He was filled with dread at whatever he suspected Seth was capable of doing to them. He had a feeling it was beyond anything he could even imagine. This was obviously something that had been well planned out. As it stood now, chances were slim that anyone even knew they were missing.
"Guess all we can do is wait," Sully remarked as the others nodded and then became silent once again, each lost in his or her own thoughts of whatever lay ahead.
******
Emily took out the key to her mother's apartment and carefully placed it into the lock to open the door. Being as quiet as she could, she made her way into the living room and began to shuffle through the papers and magazines, which were strewn about on the coffee table. "I know it's here somewhere..." she murmured to herself, then smiled in relief when she came up with report she had left there two days before. She was very glad she had found it. Mr. Peters, her history teacher, had no patience for late homework. She put the report into her backpack and was about to head out when she made her way to her mother's bedroom. She edged the door opened and peeked inside fully expecting to see her mother asleep in bed, but what she saw instead was her mother's bed, made up and obviously unslept in. For a brief moment she was worried, but then she understood. Her father had certainly gone off about it enough times. Bosco...Her mother and Bosco... She felt an instant sense of betrayal on her father's behalf. God...her mother was always acting so damn superior and she was doing it with Bosco? What a bitch. With an angry scowl on her face, Emily stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door as loudly as she could behind her.
******
"Here you go, Bird, eat up," Carlos said as he put the birdseed into the cage. His own stomach rumbled and he headed towards the kitchen to get himself some breakfast. He glanced over at Ty's room as he passed it. The door was ajar and it was apparent that Ty hadn't been home last night. He knew Ty was more upset than he liked to let on about the whole Waters thing...his nightmares spoke volumes. Maybe he'd spent the night at Sullivan's or his mom's. Better yet, maybe he had found a beautiful woman with a sympathetic ear. Carlos poured some corn flakes into a bowl and sat down at the kitchen table. Wherever he was, he hoped his roommate was doing okay. He certainly deserved to have some peace in his life.
******
Seth smiled to himself as he walked towards the room where his prisoners were waiting. He'd slept well, much better than he suspected the officers had slept. Well, he himself had certainly had enough sleepless nights in prison. It did his heart good to know they were experiencing the same thing. He was just so excited for this day to begin. "Be alert," he ordered the three gunmen behind him as he started to unlock the door. Moments later, he stood in the doorway and gazed at the officers one by one, his eyes lingering just a bit longer on Officer Yokas.
"I trust you all slept well. Get moving. It's time for your trial to begin."