Title: Deliver Us From Evil (Sequel to Punish the Children) (15/?)
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: Once again I'm sorry about the delay between chapters. This story just isn't coming as easily to me as some others are. I hope you're still sticking with me though. Thanks so much for your comments. They are very much appreciated.
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Bosco's eyes followed Ty until he was out of sight, then he grimaced, letting out the moan of pain he had been holding back. Damn this hurt. It actually felt worse than when he had been shot, probably because he had been barely conscious after Seth shot him. Seth...the guy was the biggest bastard Bosco had ever come across...immoral and psychotic. Not only did Bosco want him dead, he wished he could kill him a hundred times over.
Trying to get his mind off the constant pain assaulting his lower extremity, Bosco's thoughts returned to Faith. He couldn't help worrying about her. He hoped she was hanging in there and that Seth was staying the hell away from her. Now he regretted his decision to accompany Davis on Seth's little hunting expedition. At the time, he had been sure it was the right thing to do, but now he had been rendered virtually useless. Ty would have been better off with Sully.
"I'm sorry, man..." Bosco whispered as he sighed heavily and waited for Ty to return.
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"No...no it can't be..." Rebecca was seated at an outdoor table of a small French café. It was a picture perfect day in Paris, but she took no notice of the bright sunshine or the gentle breeze that was wafting through the air. She was only aware of the newspaper on the table in front of her and so regretful that she had decided to pick it up. Upon her arrival in Paris, she had made a solemn vow to avoid any news from the United States, especially from New York, but today she had been unable to fight her compulsion to pick up a copy of the "New York Post." The headline had hit her almost immediately. "Search Continues for Missing Officers." Even before she saw the familiar name of Tyrone Davis in the first paragraph, she knew. Seth was involved. There was no doubt in her mind. He had lied to her, not that she was surprised. Evil had no conscience. She should have known better. Now the question was what was she going to do about it?
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"Damn...where the hell is the stream?" Ty muttered under his breath. He gnawed on his lip anxiously as his eyes scanned the landscape, searching in vain for a glimpse of the sparkling blue water amidst the seemingly endless sea of green and brown in the woodland area. He wasn't able to find it. It hadn't taken very long at all for him to become disoriented and uncertain of which direction he should take. He still couldn't believe all that had happened and Bosco being injured made their situation that much more dire. He turned around, his heart pounding fast and furiously as he fought against the panic beginning to rise within him. Where the hell was Bosco? Where was the stream? He opened his mouth to shout out Bosco's name, but then thought better of it, not wanting to alert Seth to his whereabouts if he happened to be in the vicinity.
'You're okay. It's okay.' He mentally tried to encourage himself as he headed off in a different direction. He would find the stream...He would find Bosco...It was only a matter of time.
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Seth slowly and quietly moved through the brush, his senses heightened as he searched for the slightest movement or sound that would alert him to the location of his prey. He wondered how his young targets were holding up under the pressure. He couldn't imagine they were doing very well. He himself knew the feeling of being a fugitive, on the run, fighting for one's freedom. In some ways it was almost a shame it had come to this, but he knew it had to be done. No matter how well guarded they might be, allowing the men to stay alive would only serve to provide a constant threat. He would dispose of Officer Sullivan as soon as he had taken care of the younger men. Then it would be just him and Officer Yokas. He wet his lips in anticipation at the thought of it. Of course she would fight him at first. He wouldn't respect her if she didn't, but eventually he would break her and then she would be his. She really wouldn't have any other choice. Who knew? Maybe eventually she could even grow to love him. Stranger things had happened...
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"I wish I knew what was happening..." Faith's hoarse voice broke the silence of the small cell. There had been very little conversation after Seth had departed, leaving her and Sully alone once again. She had been lying on her bed, falling in and out of uneasy spurts of sleep. Each time she awoke, her eyes would open, expecting to see Bosco by her side, but each time she was disappointed. She was just so frightened for Bosco and for Ty. Waiting like this, having no idea what might be happening out there was just about intolerable.
"I know. So do I..." The minutes were ticking by excruciatingly slowly for Sully. For all they knew Ty and Bosco had already been killed. The thought made him feel physically ill, but it was getting more and more difficult to be optimistic.
"Are you alright?" Faith asked, noting Sully's dejected form as he sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes downcast.
"I think I'm the one who should be asking that question," Sully replied gruffly as he met Faith's gaze. She didn't seem to be any better, but she also didn't seem any worse.
"You don't have to worry about me," Faith said as she curled up onto her side and tried to fluff up the pancake-like pillow underneath her head.
"I'm not worried," Sully lied.
"You're also not a very good liar," Faith said, offering a small smile.
"Yeah well..." Sully shrugged. "I tried."
"You get an A for effort." She moved about on the bed restlessly, Bosco once again the center of her thoughts. She had the sudden feeling that he was in trouble...that something bad had happened. "Please be careful, Bos," she whispered as she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around her chest. "Please come back to me."
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It was starting to get dark. When Bosco had told Davis not to get lost, he hadn't really been serious. They hadn't been that far from the stream, had they? He honestly didn't even remember anymore. He had passed the point of simple worry a long time ago. Now he was practically in a full-fledged panic. He had no idea what could have happened to Ty and the thought that he himself was virtually a sitting duck, waiting for Seth to come and kill him wasn't particularly comforting. He couldn't let that happen. He needed to find some way to defend himself. He looked around and his fingers grasped a fairly large rock that was lying nearby.. He wasn't really sure what good it would do him, but it was better than nothing. Fighting through a tremendous amount of pain, he managed to slowly crawl beneath a bush. It was far from ideal, but at least it provided a little bit of cover. Seth would have no problem spotting him though if he happened to walk by. Bosco just hoped that he wouldn't get that close.
"Dammit, Davis...where the hell are you?"
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Ty couldn't remember ever feeling so exhausted. He knew that he was hopelessly lost. He had never found the stream and he couldn't even bear to think of Bosco, lying wounded and in pain and pretty much helpless...all thanks to him. He just kept walking and walking, likely in circles. He didn't even know anymore. He didn't want to mark his trail for fear that it would only serve to lead Seth straight to him. He was actually surprised that Seth hadn't discovered him yet. He hoped to God he hadn't found Bosco.
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Seth had been following Ty from a distance for almost an hour. He could have taken the young man out at any time, but he found the situation of Davis and Boscorelli being separated too intriguing to end things just yet. He couldn't imagine what might have happened. Did they actually think they increased their chances of survival if they split up? If so, they were nowhere near as intelligent as he had given them credit for. He raised his rifle to eye level and put Ty in his sights, his finger tightening on the trigger. It was almost too simple.
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The sound of a gunshot echoed through the woods. Bosco flattened himself as low to the ground as possible, a knot of fear in the pit of his stomach. It was hard to tell exactly where the gunshot had come from, but the fact that there had only been one shot filled him with apprehension. One shot...Had Seth hit his target? Was Ty hit? He couldn't even bear to think it. Was he now left in these woods alone?
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Shit. Ty flung his body to the ground immediately upon hearing the gunshot. He felt a chill enter his bones and he was overcome with a sense of dread. What the hell had he been thinking? He'd left him...he never should have left him there alone. Now Bosco was likely dead and it was all his fault. Licking his lips nervously, he considered just surrendering, getting it over with once and for all. Maybe it would be better that way. Just give up and let Seth kill him. That was how it was all going to end anyway. But there was still a tiny part of him that couldn't let that happen. He still had Sully and Faith to consider, even if Bosco... He squeezed his eyes shut and took a few deep breaths, trying to get himself together. There wasn't any proof. A gunshot didn't mean anything. Maybe Seth was just shooting at an animal or something. As hard as this was, until he saw the proof with his own eyes, he had to try to believe that Bosco was still alive...that they still had a fighting chance...
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Seth chuckled to himself as he lowered the rifle to his side after he shot it harmlessly into the air. That would give them both something to think about. For now though, he was tired and hungry. Hunting gave him a tremendous appetite. A hot meal and a few hours of rest would do him a world of good. Then he would return and finish Davis and Boscorelli off once and for all.
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: Once again I'm sorry about the delay between chapters. This story just isn't coming as easily to me as some others are. I hope you're still sticking with me though. Thanks so much for your comments. They are very much appreciated.
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Bosco's eyes followed Ty until he was out of sight, then he grimaced, letting out the moan of pain he had been holding back. Damn this hurt. It actually felt worse than when he had been shot, probably because he had been barely conscious after Seth shot him. Seth...the guy was the biggest bastard Bosco had ever come across...immoral and psychotic. Not only did Bosco want him dead, he wished he could kill him a hundred times over.
Trying to get his mind off the constant pain assaulting his lower extremity, Bosco's thoughts returned to Faith. He couldn't help worrying about her. He hoped she was hanging in there and that Seth was staying the hell away from her. Now he regretted his decision to accompany Davis on Seth's little hunting expedition. At the time, he had been sure it was the right thing to do, but now he had been rendered virtually useless. Ty would have been better off with Sully.
"I'm sorry, man..." Bosco whispered as he sighed heavily and waited for Ty to return.
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"No...no it can't be..." Rebecca was seated at an outdoor table of a small French café. It was a picture perfect day in Paris, but she took no notice of the bright sunshine or the gentle breeze that was wafting through the air. She was only aware of the newspaper on the table in front of her and so regretful that she had decided to pick it up. Upon her arrival in Paris, she had made a solemn vow to avoid any news from the United States, especially from New York, but today she had been unable to fight her compulsion to pick up a copy of the "New York Post." The headline had hit her almost immediately. "Search Continues for Missing Officers." Even before she saw the familiar name of Tyrone Davis in the first paragraph, she knew. Seth was involved. There was no doubt in her mind. He had lied to her, not that she was surprised. Evil had no conscience. She should have known better. Now the question was what was she going to do about it?
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"Damn...where the hell is the stream?" Ty muttered under his breath. He gnawed on his lip anxiously as his eyes scanned the landscape, searching in vain for a glimpse of the sparkling blue water amidst the seemingly endless sea of green and brown in the woodland area. He wasn't able to find it. It hadn't taken very long at all for him to become disoriented and uncertain of which direction he should take. He still couldn't believe all that had happened and Bosco being injured made their situation that much more dire. He turned around, his heart pounding fast and furiously as he fought against the panic beginning to rise within him. Where the hell was Bosco? Where was the stream? He opened his mouth to shout out Bosco's name, but then thought better of it, not wanting to alert Seth to his whereabouts if he happened to be in the vicinity.
'You're okay. It's okay.' He mentally tried to encourage himself as he headed off in a different direction. He would find the stream...He would find Bosco...It was only a matter of time.
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Seth slowly and quietly moved through the brush, his senses heightened as he searched for the slightest movement or sound that would alert him to the location of his prey. He wondered how his young targets were holding up under the pressure. He couldn't imagine they were doing very well. He himself knew the feeling of being a fugitive, on the run, fighting for one's freedom. In some ways it was almost a shame it had come to this, but he knew it had to be done. No matter how well guarded they might be, allowing the men to stay alive would only serve to provide a constant threat. He would dispose of Officer Sullivan as soon as he had taken care of the younger men. Then it would be just him and Officer Yokas. He wet his lips in anticipation at the thought of it. Of course she would fight him at first. He wouldn't respect her if she didn't, but eventually he would break her and then she would be his. She really wouldn't have any other choice. Who knew? Maybe eventually she could even grow to love him. Stranger things had happened...
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"I wish I knew what was happening..." Faith's hoarse voice broke the silence of the small cell. There had been very little conversation after Seth had departed, leaving her and Sully alone once again. She had been lying on her bed, falling in and out of uneasy spurts of sleep. Each time she awoke, her eyes would open, expecting to see Bosco by her side, but each time she was disappointed. She was just so frightened for Bosco and for Ty. Waiting like this, having no idea what might be happening out there was just about intolerable.
"I know. So do I..." The minutes were ticking by excruciatingly slowly for Sully. For all they knew Ty and Bosco had already been killed. The thought made him feel physically ill, but it was getting more and more difficult to be optimistic.
"Are you alright?" Faith asked, noting Sully's dejected form as he sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes downcast.
"I think I'm the one who should be asking that question," Sully replied gruffly as he met Faith's gaze. She didn't seem to be any better, but she also didn't seem any worse.
"You don't have to worry about me," Faith said as she curled up onto her side and tried to fluff up the pancake-like pillow underneath her head.
"I'm not worried," Sully lied.
"You're also not a very good liar," Faith said, offering a small smile.
"Yeah well..." Sully shrugged. "I tried."
"You get an A for effort." She moved about on the bed restlessly, Bosco once again the center of her thoughts. She had the sudden feeling that he was in trouble...that something bad had happened. "Please be careful, Bos," she whispered as she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around her chest. "Please come back to me."
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It was starting to get dark. When Bosco had told Davis not to get lost, he hadn't really been serious. They hadn't been that far from the stream, had they? He honestly didn't even remember anymore. He had passed the point of simple worry a long time ago. Now he was practically in a full-fledged panic. He had no idea what could have happened to Ty and the thought that he himself was virtually a sitting duck, waiting for Seth to come and kill him wasn't particularly comforting. He couldn't let that happen. He needed to find some way to defend himself. He looked around and his fingers grasped a fairly large rock that was lying nearby.. He wasn't really sure what good it would do him, but it was better than nothing. Fighting through a tremendous amount of pain, he managed to slowly crawl beneath a bush. It was far from ideal, but at least it provided a little bit of cover. Seth would have no problem spotting him though if he happened to walk by. Bosco just hoped that he wouldn't get that close.
"Dammit, Davis...where the hell are you?"
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Ty couldn't remember ever feeling so exhausted. He knew that he was hopelessly lost. He had never found the stream and he couldn't even bear to think of Bosco, lying wounded and in pain and pretty much helpless...all thanks to him. He just kept walking and walking, likely in circles. He didn't even know anymore. He didn't want to mark his trail for fear that it would only serve to lead Seth straight to him. He was actually surprised that Seth hadn't discovered him yet. He hoped to God he hadn't found Bosco.
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Seth had been following Ty from a distance for almost an hour. He could have taken the young man out at any time, but he found the situation of Davis and Boscorelli being separated too intriguing to end things just yet. He couldn't imagine what might have happened. Did they actually think they increased their chances of survival if they split up? If so, they were nowhere near as intelligent as he had given them credit for. He raised his rifle to eye level and put Ty in his sights, his finger tightening on the trigger. It was almost too simple.
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The sound of a gunshot echoed through the woods. Bosco flattened himself as low to the ground as possible, a knot of fear in the pit of his stomach. It was hard to tell exactly where the gunshot had come from, but the fact that there had only been one shot filled him with apprehension. One shot...Had Seth hit his target? Was Ty hit? He couldn't even bear to think it. Was he now left in these woods alone?
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Shit. Ty flung his body to the ground immediately upon hearing the gunshot. He felt a chill enter his bones and he was overcome with a sense of dread. What the hell had he been thinking? He'd left him...he never should have left him there alone. Now Bosco was likely dead and it was all his fault. Licking his lips nervously, he considered just surrendering, getting it over with once and for all. Maybe it would be better that way. Just give up and let Seth kill him. That was how it was all going to end anyway. But there was still a tiny part of him that couldn't let that happen. He still had Sully and Faith to consider, even if Bosco... He squeezed his eyes shut and took a few deep breaths, trying to get himself together. There wasn't any proof. A gunshot didn't mean anything. Maybe Seth was just shooting at an animal or something. As hard as this was, until he saw the proof with his own eyes, he had to try to believe that Bosco was still alive...that they still had a fighting chance...
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Seth chuckled to himself as he lowered the rifle to his side after he shot it harmlessly into the air. That would give them both something to think about. For now though, he was tired and hungry. Hunting gave him a tremendous appetite. A hot meal and a few hours of rest would do him a world of good. Then he would return and finish Davis and Boscorelli off once and for all.