Title: Deliver Us From Evil (Sequel to Punish the Children) (14/?)
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: Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter done. I just started a new job and things have been kind of hectic. As always, thanks so much for all your comments. They really mean a lot to me and are much appreciated.
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"On your mark, get set. Go!"
The second Seth uttered the word "go," Ty and Bosco were off as fast as their legs could carry them. Neither man spoke. The only sounds were their feet crashing through the leaves and brush and their breathing, which was getting heavier with each passing moment. Finally, Bosco stopped breathlessly and called out to Ty. "Davis, stop!"
Trying to catch his breath, Ty stopped running and turned back towards Bosco. He heart was pounding harder than he could ever recall it pounding before. "I thought...I thought he was going to kill us," Ty said. "When he told us to go, I thought for sure he was just going to shoot us...that the whole head-start thing was just another one of his lies."
"Shhh..." Bosco put his finger up to his lips and they both consciously tried to quiet their breathing as they strained to listen for any sound, any hint that they were being followed, but they heard nothing.
"You think he meant it?" Ty whispered after a long period of silence. "That he's giving us an hour?"
Bosco shook his head. "I don't know, Davis...how can we have a clue what this guy is thinking? He's psycho. It's impossible to know what he's capable of."
"Yeah...I know you're right..." Ty paused for a long moment then looked back at Bosco again. "What do you think we should do?"
"We need to try to get the upper hand here...it's as simple as that..." It was simple in theory anyhow...but not so simple to actually carry it out.
"How exactly are we going to do that?"
"I don't know," Bosco admitted with a frown, "but we'll think of somethin'..."
******
"What do you make of this?" Swersky asked, turning to the detective standing beside him. Three days worth of newspapers lay on the floor outside Mrs. Waters' apartment.
Detective Rodriquez shook his head. "Maybe she's away," he said, a doubtful expression on his face.
"I don't know," Swersky said. "Her son just died. I can't imagine she decided to go away now, unless she went to stay with a relative or something..."
"She and Seth weren't exactly close though."
"I'm going to get a warrant," Swersky stated. Four of his officers were missing. He wasn't about to take any chances.
A short while later, after the warrant had been secured, Swersky and his men entered Mrs. Waters apartment. "Damn." Swersky's face fell as he looked around. The apartment had very obviously been cleaned out.
"What do you think happened?" Rodriguez asked.
Swersky shook his head, as a sinking feeling developed in the pit of his stomach. He found it hard to believe that Mrs. Waters was responsible for the disappearance of the officers, but something just wasn't adding up. "I don't know...but there's something very wrong here...Let's go find the landlord, see what we can find out." They just had to figure out what the hell was going on before it was too late.
******
"Chow time!" Seth called out gleefully, banging loudly on the bars of the cell with his revolver.
Faith moaned softly as she opened her eyes, the loud clattering only serving to increase the throbbing in her head.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sully asked, an evident note of tension in his voice as he glared over at Waters.
"Nothing is wrong with me, Officer Sullivan," Seth snickered. "I'm perfectly fine, just counting the minutes until I go a'hunting for your young companions."
"Bastard," Sully snarled as he headed towards the front of the cell.
"Stand back, Sullivan," Seth ordered as he pointed his revolver in Sully's direction. "If you make me use this, it'll just be me and Officer Yokas left. And you just -know- that I wouldn't mind that one bit. Faithy and I would have a real fine time together."
Sully's eyes were filled with apprehension as he glanced at Faith and then reluctantly backed away from Seth. "Fine. Why don't you give us our food and get out of here."
"Up against the wall," Seth directed, his gun still aimed at Sully. Sully glared back at Waters, wanting nothing more than to beat the man senseless, but he did as he was directed. He had to play his cards carefully. He needed to do everything he could to avoid leaving Faith alone with this monster.
Once Sully was standing with his back to the wall, Seth unlocked the cell and beckoned to one of the men standing behind him. The man stepped into the cell and placed the tray he was carrying on the empty bunk, then turned and walked back out of the cell.
"Sooo... "I'm here to take a poll. Long or short?" Seth smiled insincerely as he entered the cell. He gave Sully a long look and then shifted his gaze towards Faith.
"What are you talking about?" Faith asked as she stared fiercely back at Seth, not even trying to hide the obvious contempt she had for him.
"I'm allowing you the chance to make a very important decision...long or short?"
"Quit your games, Waters," Sully growled. "What the hell does that mean? Long or short? Care to be a little bit more specific?" The possibilities were endless. Was it going to be a long or short time until he killed them? Would they be imprisoned for a long or short time? He didn't even want to hazard a guess as to what this lunatic was talking about.
"How do you want your friends to be killed?" Seth asked, the smile on his face widening. "Should I shoot them from afar, one shot to the head, a quick and simple death - they won't even know what hit them, or should I kill them up close and personal, slice them up with a knife, let them die slowly and painfully..."
Sully shook his head in disgust and shared a look with Faith who had grown noticeably more pale. There had to be a way to stop this son of a bitch. "What the hell ever happened to turn you into such a miserable human being?" he asked. "Ty never did a damn thing to you. You basically went after him for no reason whatsoever and then dragged the rest of us into this sick vendetta you have against him as well. Why?"
"Why?" Seth considered the question for a moment and then smiled brightly as he looked back at Sully. "Because its fun, Officer Sullivan." He cocked his head, seemingly deep in thought and then nodded. "I haven't had this much fun in many, many years, not since I was a boy."
"Fun..." Sully shook his head, with a look of disdain on his face. The very sight of this man just turned his stomach. He inwardly forced himself not to give in to his urge to go at Seth. There were too many guns pointed at them. He was always so damn protected, never giving them even the slightest chance against him. He only hoped that Waters would somehow screw up while out on his little hunting expedition. One little mistake on Seth's part would be Bosco and Ty would need to get the upper hand on this freak once and for all.
******
"She's gone."
"Gone?" Swersky asked. "You mean for good?"
"Yep, that's what I said. She's gone." Jonesy, the landlord said as he slowly moved the mop along the floor. "Just up and left a few days ago. Real nice woman too. I was sorry to see her go. Never know what kind of riffraff you're gonna get when you rent out to folks. Even when you check their references, you just never can tell..."
"Did she say where she was going?" Swersky asked, a hint of impatience in his voice.
Jonesy stopped mopping momentarily and raised his head, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I don't think so... She was in an awful hurry though...probably needed to get away after her son was killed and all."
"Did you notice anything suspicious?" Swersky prodded, becoming more and more frustrated. They seemed to be going nowhere fast. "Strangers around her apartment? Anything at all?"
"Nope...nope, can't say that I have," Jonesy said. "Mrs. Waters would never be involved in anything bad though...Her son was bad news, but she was just the nicest woman around."
"Thank you for your time. If you happen to hear from her..."
"I'll let her know you're looking for her..."
Swersky nodded and headed down the hall then turned to Rodriguez. "I want you to get in touch with the authorities up at the Hamptons...have them check out that house where Waters held Davis last year." Maybe, just maybe Mrs. Waters was there. He knew it was a long shot, but long shots were all they had right now. Hopefully if they just kept digging, they'd come up with something that would give them a clue to the officers' whereabouts.
******
"How do we know we're not going around in circles?" Ty asked as he and Bosco made their way down a particularly treacherous slope. There were slippery leaves and uneven rocks everywhere. They didn't seem to be making very much progress, but then again, they didn't even know where they were headed so it probably didn't matter.
"We're not," Bosco replied shortly.
Ty was silent for a few minutes but then turned to look at Bosco again. "You got some sort of a plan?"
"Workin' on it."
Ty was about to say more, but the look Bosco gave him caused him to think better of it. He knew Bosco was on edge, not only because of their own precarious situation, but because of Faith's situation as well. They continued to move along and Ty was completely unprepared for what happened next. One moment everything was fine, and the next, Bosco's scream pierced the air and he was down on the ground, his face contorted in agony.
"Oh shit! Oh damn!"
"Bosco, what's wro..." Ty quickly turned and saw the problem immediately. Bosco's foot was caught in some sort of a steel-jawed trap, the jagged teeth brutally cutting into his ankle. Ty knelt down beside his fallen companion and tried to pull the jaws of the trap apart.
"Damn...get it off me, Davis," Bosco gasped, his eyes squeezed shut as he unsuccessfully tried to block out the waves of pain assaulting him. "I think my ankle's broken. I felt it snap."
"I'm trying, Bos..." Ty desperately used all his strength to try to free Bosco's leg, but he couldn't get the jaws to move at all.
"No..." Bosco opened his eyes to see what Ty was doing. "You're not gonna be able to do it that way...You need to break the spring...get...get a rock or somethin' Hurry, Davis." He lay his head back down on the ground and flung his arm over his eyes, trying desperately to concentrate on something other than the fiery pain in his leg.
Ty nodded as he got to his feet then frantically began searching for an appropriate rock. Finally he found one that he thought might do the trick. One part of the rock was sharp, almost coming to a point. He took it and began bashing it against the spring on the trap. Luckily, the spring wasn't too thick and it didn't take long for Ty break through it with the rock. He then was easily able to move the jaws of the trap away from Bosco's leg.
"Oh thank God," Bosco said as his leg was freed from the cruel trap. He slowly managed to sit up and looked over at Davis. "Thanks, man."
"I can't believe he actually set traps," Ty said, looking in dismay at Bosco's leg. It really looked bad. As if they didn't have enough problems already, now they had this to add to everything.
"Oh nothin' this jag-off does surprises me anymore," Bosco stated.
Ty nodded, his eyes still on Bosco's leg. "We need to get that cleaned up somehow, Bos..." He proceeded to take off his jacket, then peeled off his shirt and t-shirt, before putting his jacket back on. "I'm going to go back to where we passed that stream a little ways back...soak this t-shirt so we can get that cleaned up a little bit and try to find some sticks for a splint." It wasn't ideal, but it was the best he could come up with for now. "You going to be okay by yourself for a few minutes?"
Bosco nodded. "Yeah, yeah I'll be fine, Davis...Just don't go gettin' yourself lost or anything, okay?"
"I won't get lost, Bos...I'll be right back." Ty patted Bosco's shoulder reassuringly and then set off in the direction of the stream. He couldn't believe the way things were going for them. Just when they thought things couldn't get any worse...they were proved wrong. He just hoped and prayed that things were going to turn around for them soon.
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: Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter done. I just started a new job and things have been kind of hectic. As always, thanks so much for all your comments. They really mean a lot to me and are much appreciated.
******
"On your mark, get set. Go!"
The second Seth uttered the word "go," Ty and Bosco were off as fast as their legs could carry them. Neither man spoke. The only sounds were their feet crashing through the leaves and brush and their breathing, which was getting heavier with each passing moment. Finally, Bosco stopped breathlessly and called out to Ty. "Davis, stop!"
Trying to catch his breath, Ty stopped running and turned back towards Bosco. He heart was pounding harder than he could ever recall it pounding before. "I thought...I thought he was going to kill us," Ty said. "When he told us to go, I thought for sure he was just going to shoot us...that the whole head-start thing was just another one of his lies."
"Shhh..." Bosco put his finger up to his lips and they both consciously tried to quiet their breathing as they strained to listen for any sound, any hint that they were being followed, but they heard nothing.
"You think he meant it?" Ty whispered after a long period of silence. "That he's giving us an hour?"
Bosco shook his head. "I don't know, Davis...how can we have a clue what this guy is thinking? He's psycho. It's impossible to know what he's capable of."
"Yeah...I know you're right..." Ty paused for a long moment then looked back at Bosco again. "What do you think we should do?"
"We need to try to get the upper hand here...it's as simple as that..." It was simple in theory anyhow...but not so simple to actually carry it out.
"How exactly are we going to do that?"
"I don't know," Bosco admitted with a frown, "but we'll think of somethin'..."
******
"What do you make of this?" Swersky asked, turning to the detective standing beside him. Three days worth of newspapers lay on the floor outside Mrs. Waters' apartment.
Detective Rodriquez shook his head. "Maybe she's away," he said, a doubtful expression on his face.
"I don't know," Swersky said. "Her son just died. I can't imagine she decided to go away now, unless she went to stay with a relative or something..."
"She and Seth weren't exactly close though."
"I'm going to get a warrant," Swersky stated. Four of his officers were missing. He wasn't about to take any chances.
A short while later, after the warrant had been secured, Swersky and his men entered Mrs. Waters apartment. "Damn." Swersky's face fell as he looked around. The apartment had very obviously been cleaned out.
"What do you think happened?" Rodriguez asked.
Swersky shook his head, as a sinking feeling developed in the pit of his stomach. He found it hard to believe that Mrs. Waters was responsible for the disappearance of the officers, but something just wasn't adding up. "I don't know...but there's something very wrong here...Let's go find the landlord, see what we can find out." They just had to figure out what the hell was going on before it was too late.
******
"Chow time!" Seth called out gleefully, banging loudly on the bars of the cell with his revolver.
Faith moaned softly as she opened her eyes, the loud clattering only serving to increase the throbbing in her head.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sully asked, an evident note of tension in his voice as he glared over at Waters.
"Nothing is wrong with me, Officer Sullivan," Seth snickered. "I'm perfectly fine, just counting the minutes until I go a'hunting for your young companions."
"Bastard," Sully snarled as he headed towards the front of the cell.
"Stand back, Sullivan," Seth ordered as he pointed his revolver in Sully's direction. "If you make me use this, it'll just be me and Officer Yokas left. And you just -know- that I wouldn't mind that one bit. Faithy and I would have a real fine time together."
Sully's eyes were filled with apprehension as he glanced at Faith and then reluctantly backed away from Seth. "Fine. Why don't you give us our food and get out of here."
"Up against the wall," Seth directed, his gun still aimed at Sully. Sully glared back at Waters, wanting nothing more than to beat the man senseless, but he did as he was directed. He had to play his cards carefully. He needed to do everything he could to avoid leaving Faith alone with this monster.
Once Sully was standing with his back to the wall, Seth unlocked the cell and beckoned to one of the men standing behind him. The man stepped into the cell and placed the tray he was carrying on the empty bunk, then turned and walked back out of the cell.
"Sooo... "I'm here to take a poll. Long or short?" Seth smiled insincerely as he entered the cell. He gave Sully a long look and then shifted his gaze towards Faith.
"What are you talking about?" Faith asked as she stared fiercely back at Seth, not even trying to hide the obvious contempt she had for him.
"I'm allowing you the chance to make a very important decision...long or short?"
"Quit your games, Waters," Sully growled. "What the hell does that mean? Long or short? Care to be a little bit more specific?" The possibilities were endless. Was it going to be a long or short time until he killed them? Would they be imprisoned for a long or short time? He didn't even want to hazard a guess as to what this lunatic was talking about.
"How do you want your friends to be killed?" Seth asked, the smile on his face widening. "Should I shoot them from afar, one shot to the head, a quick and simple death - they won't even know what hit them, or should I kill them up close and personal, slice them up with a knife, let them die slowly and painfully..."
Sully shook his head in disgust and shared a look with Faith who had grown noticeably more pale. There had to be a way to stop this son of a bitch. "What the hell ever happened to turn you into such a miserable human being?" he asked. "Ty never did a damn thing to you. You basically went after him for no reason whatsoever and then dragged the rest of us into this sick vendetta you have against him as well. Why?"
"Why?" Seth considered the question for a moment and then smiled brightly as he looked back at Sully. "Because its fun, Officer Sullivan." He cocked his head, seemingly deep in thought and then nodded. "I haven't had this much fun in many, many years, not since I was a boy."
"Fun..." Sully shook his head, with a look of disdain on his face. The very sight of this man just turned his stomach. He inwardly forced himself not to give in to his urge to go at Seth. There were too many guns pointed at them. He was always so damn protected, never giving them even the slightest chance against him. He only hoped that Waters would somehow screw up while out on his little hunting expedition. One little mistake on Seth's part would be Bosco and Ty would need to get the upper hand on this freak once and for all.
******
"She's gone."
"Gone?" Swersky asked. "You mean for good?"
"Yep, that's what I said. She's gone." Jonesy, the landlord said as he slowly moved the mop along the floor. "Just up and left a few days ago. Real nice woman too. I was sorry to see her go. Never know what kind of riffraff you're gonna get when you rent out to folks. Even when you check their references, you just never can tell..."
"Did she say where she was going?" Swersky asked, a hint of impatience in his voice.
Jonesy stopped mopping momentarily and raised his head, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I don't think so... She was in an awful hurry though...probably needed to get away after her son was killed and all."
"Did you notice anything suspicious?" Swersky prodded, becoming more and more frustrated. They seemed to be going nowhere fast. "Strangers around her apartment? Anything at all?"
"Nope...nope, can't say that I have," Jonesy said. "Mrs. Waters would never be involved in anything bad though...Her son was bad news, but she was just the nicest woman around."
"Thank you for your time. If you happen to hear from her..."
"I'll let her know you're looking for her..."
Swersky nodded and headed down the hall then turned to Rodriguez. "I want you to get in touch with the authorities up at the Hamptons...have them check out that house where Waters held Davis last year." Maybe, just maybe Mrs. Waters was there. He knew it was a long shot, but long shots were all they had right now. Hopefully if they just kept digging, they'd come up with something that would give them a clue to the officers' whereabouts.
******
"How do we know we're not going around in circles?" Ty asked as he and Bosco made their way down a particularly treacherous slope. There were slippery leaves and uneven rocks everywhere. They didn't seem to be making very much progress, but then again, they didn't even know where they were headed so it probably didn't matter.
"We're not," Bosco replied shortly.
Ty was silent for a few minutes but then turned to look at Bosco again. "You got some sort of a plan?"
"Workin' on it."
Ty was about to say more, but the look Bosco gave him caused him to think better of it. He knew Bosco was on edge, not only because of their own precarious situation, but because of Faith's situation as well. They continued to move along and Ty was completely unprepared for what happened next. One moment everything was fine, and the next, Bosco's scream pierced the air and he was down on the ground, his face contorted in agony.
"Oh shit! Oh damn!"
"Bosco, what's wro..." Ty quickly turned and saw the problem immediately. Bosco's foot was caught in some sort of a steel-jawed trap, the jagged teeth brutally cutting into his ankle. Ty knelt down beside his fallen companion and tried to pull the jaws of the trap apart.
"Damn...get it off me, Davis," Bosco gasped, his eyes squeezed shut as he unsuccessfully tried to block out the waves of pain assaulting him. "I think my ankle's broken. I felt it snap."
"I'm trying, Bos..." Ty desperately used all his strength to try to free Bosco's leg, but he couldn't get the jaws to move at all.
"No..." Bosco opened his eyes to see what Ty was doing. "You're not gonna be able to do it that way...You need to break the spring...get...get a rock or somethin' Hurry, Davis." He lay his head back down on the ground and flung his arm over his eyes, trying desperately to concentrate on something other than the fiery pain in his leg.
Ty nodded as he got to his feet then frantically began searching for an appropriate rock. Finally he found one that he thought might do the trick. One part of the rock was sharp, almost coming to a point. He took it and began bashing it against the spring on the trap. Luckily, the spring wasn't too thick and it didn't take long for Ty break through it with the rock. He then was easily able to move the jaws of the trap away from Bosco's leg.
"Oh thank God," Bosco said as his leg was freed from the cruel trap. He slowly managed to sit up and looked over at Davis. "Thanks, man."
"I can't believe he actually set traps," Ty said, looking in dismay at Bosco's leg. It really looked bad. As if they didn't have enough problems already, now they had this to add to everything.
"Oh nothin' this jag-off does surprises me anymore," Bosco stated.
Ty nodded, his eyes still on Bosco's leg. "We need to get that cleaned up somehow, Bos..." He proceeded to take off his jacket, then peeled off his shirt and t-shirt, before putting his jacket back on. "I'm going to go back to where we passed that stream a little ways back...soak this t-shirt so we can get that cleaned up a little bit and try to find some sticks for a splint." It wasn't ideal, but it was the best he could come up with for now. "You going to be okay by yourself for a few minutes?"
Bosco nodded. "Yeah, yeah I'll be fine, Davis...Just don't go gettin' yourself lost or anything, okay?"
"I won't get lost, Bos...I'll be right back." Ty patted Bosco's shoulder reassuringly and then set off in the direction of the stream. He couldn't believe the way things were going for them. Just when they thought things couldn't get any worse...they were proved wrong. He just hoped and prayed that things were going to turn around for them soon.