Chapter 2 Fear
Rick was just sitting on the window-sill ready to jump out of the window because he'd heard something in the garden when he heard this earpiercing scream which belonged to Evelyn. He grew stiff and then he heard something what caused him to panic. A shot resounded through the house and his heart stood still, he was paralyzed. For a few long seconds he couldn't move a muscle.
He gasped by the thought of Evy and Alex and suddenly he could move again. As fast as his feet could carry him he stormed back into the living-room. His heart hammered in his chest and ran upstairs overhasty.
When he arrived the hallway he stopped in dead tracks. He shook his head, trying to get the picture out of his head. There he laid, his Alex. Motionless. The fear he felt overwhelmed him and he fell down on his knees besides his child. "No! No", he muttered the whole time. He couldn't get this, he couldn't understand what just happened. And wihout noticing it his eyes filled with heavy tears which were about to fall down. .
His mind went blank, the panic left him breathless and he feared to lose the rest of control he had. He couldn't lose Alex. He couldn't lose his only child, his beloved son. He didn't dare to touch him, was almost too scared to look at him.
But all of sudden something caught his eye and he turned his head and stared at Alex. And then he cried when he saw that his chest was moving. Horrible long seconds passed until his trembling fingers found his pulse. Alex was alive, still.
He pulled his limp body in his arms and took a deep breath. He'd never seen him like this, lifeless ane pale. Although he feared what he would see he began to check his son's body for the bullet wound. But to his confusion he didn't find any. Confused he looked at the wall beside him and noticed a huge hole in the wall. He gasped in relief. They missed him. The bullet missed him!
For the first time since he had found Alex he could realx again. He stroke his face softly and grimanced when he saw the nasty cut on his forehead. He took a deep breath. "Calm down you idiot! He's fine! He's okay", he kept telling himself but nevertheless a single tear rolled down his cheek and splashed on his sons face. He couldn't remember ever feeling this scared, only once when Evy had died in his arms. He quickly shook his head. Alex was fine. And so was his wife.
Wasn't she?
He wanted to stand up to look for her but he already knew that he wouldn't find her. She was gone and he knew that. His first intention was to jump up and look for her but then he saw Alex in his lap and knew he had to stay with him. He would find her, he always had and he always would.
He sat there in the dark in the middle of the hallway with his son in his arms. And when he heard footsteps he looked up arlamed. But it was Jonathan, his brother-in-law which had a terrifed expression on his face. His eyes widen when he saw his little nephew.
He rushed to their sides and knelt besideAlex. "Is he okay? He is okay, isn't he"? He yelled and for the first time he realized how much this little boy meant to him.
Rick nodded. "He'll be okay I think."
Jonathan stared at him. "But I heard a shot, I almost freaked out and came over as fast as I could".
"I know, they.. they tried to kill him. The bastard tried to kill my son, a kid. But they missed him. See the hole in the wall. That was the bullet which wanted to hit Alex", he said trying to repress his anger.
"Where is Evy? Where is my baby sis"? Jonathan asked althought he already knew the answer. It was always the same. She was a O'Connell now, that meant trouble, danger and kidnapping over and over again. But he didn't blame Rick, his sister had unusal talent for getting in any kind of trouble.
Rick looked at him and his eyes were full of hate and pain. "She's gone"! "They took her", he repeated and stared down on his son. "Again".
Jonathan groaned. "Oh good old Mom, what did you do this time?"
Rick cleared his troath. "I don't know why but maybe because..we.. kinda stole a ring", he answered and looked down embarrased. "What kind of ring O' Conell"?
"Don't know, some of these things she wanted for her museum. But I swear she told me this one isn't cursed. She promised", he tried to defend himself and his irresponsible actions.
His brother-in-law had to grin by the thought of his little sister. "Rick you are married with her for such a long time and yet you have no idea what kind of girl she is", he said and laughed slightly.
"She one of the complicated ones Jonathan. Believe me I know that. But she promised me and I believe her. She wouldn't lie to me, or at least she wouldn't have let Alex go with us. She loves him more than everything. She wouldn't let anything happen to him. I know that";he said and stared at Jonathan confidently. He really believed in that.
"But why was she kidnapped?" Rick sighed. "I have no clue".
A few hours later:
Rick wandered around trying to think about what to do now. He had no clue who it was that took his wife away and neither where she was right now. He didn't even know if she was still alive. "Damn", he cursed. "Stop thinking something like that", he told himself. He knew that he couldn't live without her, she was all that matters to him, well beside Alex. And he was the main reason why he had to get Evy back. His son needed her, she needed to teach him all the things he didn't know.
He felt anger rise up again. Who was it that dared to seperate a mother and her child? He feared the answer, was scared that Jonathan was right and that their newest adventure was the reason. After all they had stolen a really expensive ring from the grave. But it was impossible. Evy had ensured him that this ring was important but not cursed. She'd promised him and he believed her, he always did.
But what could be the reason then? Jonathan interrupted his thoughts.
"Rick! Rick come here"! He yelled and Rick raced back to Alex room where they had laid him down to rest. He flung the door open and sat down by his son.
"What is it"? He asked but then he saw Alex eyes flutter open. He sighed relieved, leaned over his face and grabbed his hand.
Alex slowly awoke, his head ached and everything was blurry. He felt so damn dizzy. The first thing he regonized was his father's worried face above him. "Dad", he whispered, his voice shaky and cracking.
"I'm here Alex, it's okay. Thank god", he whispered and stroke his forhead. Seeing him awake was a huge relief.
"Mom", Alex whispered and stared at Rick with horrified eyes. Rick took a deep breath and smiled confidently. But his son wasn't dumb.
"Dad, they grabbed us and she knocked one of them down so I could escape. I ran, I left her alone and then I heard a shot and I was so scared that I tripped and fell down. Oh dad I believe they killed her", he whimpered and began to sob heavily.
Rick pulled him in his arms and held him tighly. "No, they didn't shot her. They shot at you Alex. But they missed you, thank god for that. I heard your mother scream and ran up. I saw you on the ground and.. I thought.. I thought.. God Alex never scare me like this again",. He said trying to hold the tears back.
Alex pressed his father and tried to clam him down. He took a deep breath, glad that her mother wasn't dead. Well, at last she wasn't shot.
Jonathan hugged him tighly and stroke his back. "Scared the shit outta me kid", he said and shallowed hard. "Sorry uncle John. Won't do it again", the boy managed to say and leaned his head against his shoulder. He was still too shocked to think about anything.
Rick whipped away the tears and stood up. "We have to find your mother Alex. And we will find her. I promise you that", he said and kissed Alex forehead. He knew he shouldn't have promised him something like that. Broken promised were the worst especially some like this one. But he wasn't to let his wife down this easy. He was optimistic at last he tried to be. And the thought of her strenght and her great will to survive gave him new hope.
Jonathan jumped up and set his arm akimbo. "Let's get good old Mom back"! Alex managed a small smile and Rick did too. And he wondered what she was doint right now at this moment.
Meanwhile somewhere in a factory:
A man stood in the dark and quiet hall and waited. He looked around, ready to use the gun in his belt. Suddenly another man appeared out of the dark and nodded slightly.
When he was near enough he began to speak. "Do you have her Jonsen?"
"Yeah, as agreed we brang her into the british museum. My men had luck and O'Connell was easily to separate from her. But we had a little accident Mr Banister", he said quietly and glanced around nervously. He was scared someone would hear them.
Banister stared at him. "What kind of accident"? He yelled, and didn't even try to hid his distrust.
Jonsen cleared his troath, almost to afraid to tell him. "One of my men, a stupid idiot did it. I'm going to throw him out of my gang, as soon as I can..", he started but he was cut off.
"Stop babbling around! What happened"? Banister yelled, not even caring about someone hearing them.
"He.. he killed the boy. The O'Connell kid. He wanted to scare him off and shot but wanted to miss him. Well, the bullet hit the kid." Jonsen said and took a deep breath. He was a sick bastard but he still had a heart and remembering the limp body on the floor was almost too much.
"What"? Banister screamed full of anger. "Are you crazy. I needed the brat, I needed this boy. Fuck! You destroyed my whole plan. Are you aware of what you've done? No, you're not. I should kill you right now"!
Jonsen looked at him full of fear. He knew this man and was very aware of how much people he had already killed. "No, no please! I brought the woman. I brought his wife and .. and I made sure O'Connell is going to save her. I did everything you wanted me to.. it wasn't my fault the idiot killed the kid", he stammered.
Banister took a deep breath and shook his head. "Without the kid, he's useless. I need the whole damn family. Are you sure the kid is dead, did you check him"?
"No, no we didn't have time. We heard his father coming and left. But I'm sure the bullet hit him. Carter shot and a second later the kid fell down on the floor", he answered.
Banister looked at him thoughtfully. "Well, you can't be sure if you didn't check him. Believe me I killed enough people to know that way too much of them survive. And as long as Carter didn't shot him in the head, he could be alive. And when O'Connell was with him a few minutes later he could have saved him. Maybe he brought him in a hospital... I want you to call every hospital in the city to make sure he isn't at one of them, copy that"?
Jonsen stared at him. "But.. but I finished my job. More wasn't agreed", he said but seconds later he was grabbed by the collar. Banister glared at him full of hate. "Yeah but you made a mistake. And your job is finished when I tell you it is, right? And now get your sorry ass out of my sight and find out if the kid is still alive. And I would pray that he is otherwise I'll have to kill you Jonsen", he yelled in his face and dropped him to the floor.
"You have 3 hours. I'm going to the british museum, I want to make sure everything is working out the way I want it to", he said and quickly he left, leaving a gasping horrified Jonsen behind.
A/N: Okay, I hope you liked it. I tried to enlighten the situation with Evy and Alex with a little humor but I guess that didn't work out that well. I didn't want to make it this dramatic and with this many tears and stuff. And I hope I'm not swearing too much *g* If I do I'm sorry. I hope you like it anyway. Please, please review!!
Rick was just sitting on the window-sill ready to jump out of the window because he'd heard something in the garden when he heard this earpiercing scream which belonged to Evelyn. He grew stiff and then he heard something what caused him to panic. A shot resounded through the house and his heart stood still, he was paralyzed. For a few long seconds he couldn't move a muscle.
He gasped by the thought of Evy and Alex and suddenly he could move again. As fast as his feet could carry him he stormed back into the living-room. His heart hammered in his chest and ran upstairs overhasty.
When he arrived the hallway he stopped in dead tracks. He shook his head, trying to get the picture out of his head. There he laid, his Alex. Motionless. The fear he felt overwhelmed him and he fell down on his knees besides his child. "No! No", he muttered the whole time. He couldn't get this, he couldn't understand what just happened. And wihout noticing it his eyes filled with heavy tears which were about to fall down. .
His mind went blank, the panic left him breathless and he feared to lose the rest of control he had. He couldn't lose Alex. He couldn't lose his only child, his beloved son. He didn't dare to touch him, was almost too scared to look at him.
But all of sudden something caught his eye and he turned his head and stared at Alex. And then he cried when he saw that his chest was moving. Horrible long seconds passed until his trembling fingers found his pulse. Alex was alive, still.
He pulled his limp body in his arms and took a deep breath. He'd never seen him like this, lifeless ane pale. Although he feared what he would see he began to check his son's body for the bullet wound. But to his confusion he didn't find any. Confused he looked at the wall beside him and noticed a huge hole in the wall. He gasped in relief. They missed him. The bullet missed him!
For the first time since he had found Alex he could realx again. He stroke his face softly and grimanced when he saw the nasty cut on his forehead. He took a deep breath. "Calm down you idiot! He's fine! He's okay", he kept telling himself but nevertheless a single tear rolled down his cheek and splashed on his sons face. He couldn't remember ever feeling this scared, only once when Evy had died in his arms. He quickly shook his head. Alex was fine. And so was his wife.
Wasn't she?
He wanted to stand up to look for her but he already knew that he wouldn't find her. She was gone and he knew that. His first intention was to jump up and look for her but then he saw Alex in his lap and knew he had to stay with him. He would find her, he always had and he always would.
He sat there in the dark in the middle of the hallway with his son in his arms. And when he heard footsteps he looked up arlamed. But it was Jonathan, his brother-in-law which had a terrifed expression on his face. His eyes widen when he saw his little nephew.
He rushed to their sides and knelt besideAlex. "Is he okay? He is okay, isn't he"? He yelled and for the first time he realized how much this little boy meant to him.
Rick nodded. "He'll be okay I think."
Jonathan stared at him. "But I heard a shot, I almost freaked out and came over as fast as I could".
"I know, they.. they tried to kill him. The bastard tried to kill my son, a kid. But they missed him. See the hole in the wall. That was the bullet which wanted to hit Alex", he said trying to repress his anger.
"Where is Evy? Where is my baby sis"? Jonathan asked althought he already knew the answer. It was always the same. She was a O'Connell now, that meant trouble, danger and kidnapping over and over again. But he didn't blame Rick, his sister had unusal talent for getting in any kind of trouble.
Rick looked at him and his eyes were full of hate and pain. "She's gone"! "They took her", he repeated and stared down on his son. "Again".
Jonathan groaned. "Oh good old Mom, what did you do this time?"
Rick cleared his troath. "I don't know why but maybe because..we.. kinda stole a ring", he answered and looked down embarrased. "What kind of ring O' Conell"?
"Don't know, some of these things she wanted for her museum. But I swear she told me this one isn't cursed. She promised", he tried to defend himself and his irresponsible actions.
His brother-in-law had to grin by the thought of his little sister. "Rick you are married with her for such a long time and yet you have no idea what kind of girl she is", he said and laughed slightly.
"She one of the complicated ones Jonathan. Believe me I know that. But she promised me and I believe her. She wouldn't lie to me, or at least she wouldn't have let Alex go with us. She loves him more than everything. She wouldn't let anything happen to him. I know that";he said and stared at Jonathan confidently. He really believed in that.
"But why was she kidnapped?" Rick sighed. "I have no clue".
A few hours later:
Rick wandered around trying to think about what to do now. He had no clue who it was that took his wife away and neither where she was right now. He didn't even know if she was still alive. "Damn", he cursed. "Stop thinking something like that", he told himself. He knew that he couldn't live without her, she was all that matters to him, well beside Alex. And he was the main reason why he had to get Evy back. His son needed her, she needed to teach him all the things he didn't know.
He felt anger rise up again. Who was it that dared to seperate a mother and her child? He feared the answer, was scared that Jonathan was right and that their newest adventure was the reason. After all they had stolen a really expensive ring from the grave. But it was impossible. Evy had ensured him that this ring was important but not cursed. She'd promised him and he believed her, he always did.
But what could be the reason then? Jonathan interrupted his thoughts.
"Rick! Rick come here"! He yelled and Rick raced back to Alex room where they had laid him down to rest. He flung the door open and sat down by his son.
"What is it"? He asked but then he saw Alex eyes flutter open. He sighed relieved, leaned over his face and grabbed his hand.
Alex slowly awoke, his head ached and everything was blurry. He felt so damn dizzy. The first thing he regonized was his father's worried face above him. "Dad", he whispered, his voice shaky and cracking.
"I'm here Alex, it's okay. Thank god", he whispered and stroke his forhead. Seeing him awake was a huge relief.
"Mom", Alex whispered and stared at Rick with horrified eyes. Rick took a deep breath and smiled confidently. But his son wasn't dumb.
"Dad, they grabbed us and she knocked one of them down so I could escape. I ran, I left her alone and then I heard a shot and I was so scared that I tripped and fell down. Oh dad I believe they killed her", he whimpered and began to sob heavily.
Rick pulled him in his arms and held him tighly. "No, they didn't shot her. They shot at you Alex. But they missed you, thank god for that. I heard your mother scream and ran up. I saw you on the ground and.. I thought.. I thought.. God Alex never scare me like this again",. He said trying to hold the tears back.
Alex pressed his father and tried to clam him down. He took a deep breath, glad that her mother wasn't dead. Well, at last she wasn't shot.
Jonathan hugged him tighly and stroke his back. "Scared the shit outta me kid", he said and shallowed hard. "Sorry uncle John. Won't do it again", the boy managed to say and leaned his head against his shoulder. He was still too shocked to think about anything.
Rick whipped away the tears and stood up. "We have to find your mother Alex. And we will find her. I promise you that", he said and kissed Alex forehead. He knew he shouldn't have promised him something like that. Broken promised were the worst especially some like this one. But he wasn't to let his wife down this easy. He was optimistic at last he tried to be. And the thought of her strenght and her great will to survive gave him new hope.
Jonathan jumped up and set his arm akimbo. "Let's get good old Mom back"! Alex managed a small smile and Rick did too. And he wondered what she was doint right now at this moment.
Meanwhile somewhere in a factory:
A man stood in the dark and quiet hall and waited. He looked around, ready to use the gun in his belt. Suddenly another man appeared out of the dark and nodded slightly.
When he was near enough he began to speak. "Do you have her Jonsen?"
"Yeah, as agreed we brang her into the british museum. My men had luck and O'Connell was easily to separate from her. But we had a little accident Mr Banister", he said quietly and glanced around nervously. He was scared someone would hear them.
Banister stared at him. "What kind of accident"? He yelled, and didn't even try to hid his distrust.
Jonsen cleared his troath, almost to afraid to tell him. "One of my men, a stupid idiot did it. I'm going to throw him out of my gang, as soon as I can..", he started but he was cut off.
"Stop babbling around! What happened"? Banister yelled, not even caring about someone hearing them.
"He.. he killed the boy. The O'Connell kid. He wanted to scare him off and shot but wanted to miss him. Well, the bullet hit the kid." Jonsen said and took a deep breath. He was a sick bastard but he still had a heart and remembering the limp body on the floor was almost too much.
"What"? Banister screamed full of anger. "Are you crazy. I needed the brat, I needed this boy. Fuck! You destroyed my whole plan. Are you aware of what you've done? No, you're not. I should kill you right now"!
Jonsen looked at him full of fear. He knew this man and was very aware of how much people he had already killed. "No, no please! I brought the woman. I brought his wife and .. and I made sure O'Connell is going to save her. I did everything you wanted me to.. it wasn't my fault the idiot killed the kid", he stammered.
Banister took a deep breath and shook his head. "Without the kid, he's useless. I need the whole damn family. Are you sure the kid is dead, did you check him"?
"No, no we didn't have time. We heard his father coming and left. But I'm sure the bullet hit him. Carter shot and a second later the kid fell down on the floor", he answered.
Banister looked at him thoughtfully. "Well, you can't be sure if you didn't check him. Believe me I killed enough people to know that way too much of them survive. And as long as Carter didn't shot him in the head, he could be alive. And when O'Connell was with him a few minutes later he could have saved him. Maybe he brought him in a hospital... I want you to call every hospital in the city to make sure he isn't at one of them, copy that"?
Jonsen stared at him. "But.. but I finished my job. More wasn't agreed", he said but seconds later he was grabbed by the collar. Banister glared at him full of hate. "Yeah but you made a mistake. And your job is finished when I tell you it is, right? And now get your sorry ass out of my sight and find out if the kid is still alive. And I would pray that he is otherwise I'll have to kill you Jonsen", he yelled in his face and dropped him to the floor.
"You have 3 hours. I'm going to the british museum, I want to make sure everything is working out the way I want it to", he said and quickly he left, leaving a gasping horrified Jonsen behind.
A/N: Okay, I hope you liked it. I tried to enlighten the situation with Evy and Alex with a little humor but I guess that didn't work out that well. I didn't want to make it this dramatic and with this many tears and stuff. And I hope I'm not swearing too much *g* If I do I'm sorry. I hope you like it anyway. Please, please review!!
