Forgotten Past
Chapter 6:
By: Miranda Rochelle Inc
Ben walked out of the house and stood on the porch. He needed to think. As much as he disliked admitting it, he was desperately afraid for his youngest son. Thomson was toying with them. He had proven that he could get to Joe whenever or wherever he wanted; he could even kill Joe while Ben sat obliviously in the next room.
That was a most terrifying thought. He whispered a soft prayer for God to protect his youngest. It was a fairly well known fact that he was extra protective of Little Joe; just a consequence of being the youngest. No matter how old Joe got, he was still Ben's baby boy, and always would be.
A slight movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He quickly turned to see the cause. His hand instantly went to his hip and drew his gun. His blood started to boil at Thomson's audacity.
"How dare you stand there? I should kill you where you stand," Ben spat.
Thomson gave been a sadistic smirk and leaned back against the barn. "Hello, Ben." His voice was smooth and even; his calm attitude only fed Ben's anger. He even had the gal to tip his new looking black hat in mock- politeness. "How are you this morning? It sure has been a while, hasn't it?" His smirk widened into a full-toothed grin, "How's those boys of yours? That youngest should be a grown man by now, right?"
Ben tried to quell his anger, he needed to keep a level head. It was taking everything he has to not empty the barrel of his gun into his son's tormentor. "Be quiet," Ben snapped in clipped tones, "I'm taking you to the sheriff's office in Virginia City. Mark my words, I'll see you hang."
Thomson started to laugh, "It's been eleven years, Ben! What can you arrest me for?"
Ben took a deep breath. His heart was screaming at him to kill the monster right where he stood, because there was nothing that the law could do until something happened to one of his sons; but his mind forced him to go against his heart's most dire wish. He took another deep breath, trying not to show this bastard his emotion. "Breaking into my home, beating my son, I'm sure I can find enough."
"I doubt those are hanging offences, Ben." Thomson shook his head and he pushed off of the barn and walked closer to Ben, "Such determination, Ben. You've changed. You use to have such heart, such kindness.........what happened?"
Ben gritted his teeth, "Stop, Thomson. Just come quietly—"
Ben was startled by the front door slamming closed, "Hey, pa," Joe called, "Hop Sing—"
"Joe Thomson smiled, his evergreen eyes suddenly no longer looking at Ben, "your father and I were just talking about you."
"Get out of here, Joe!" Ben called, without looking away from his target. Knots started to form in his stomach, had Thomson set them up?! Was there a man, just out of sight, waiting to fire the deadly bullet that would end Joe's life?! Ben could feel that his son had not listened to him and added quickly, "I said, get into the house, young man!"
Thomson's eyes found there way back to Ben's, "Come now, Ben, if the boy would like—"
"Quite! You're coming with me."
A shot rang out and as soon as Ben realized that he wasn't hit, he whipped around to Joe. His son had his gun drawn and was looking around for where the shot had originated.
Adam and Hoss came carefully running out of the door, hurriedly asking what the shot was.
Ben didn't answer, he turned back to the barn, but Thomson was already gone. He sighed exasperatingly. "He's gone, again!"
Adam and Hoss looked at each other for a moment slightly confused, before they realized that there could be no other "he" than Thomson.
A/N: Another chapter. Hazzah. I know that in the last chapter I left a few things, like why Joe is afraid of doctors kinda open, but it will eventually be explained. I just haven't been able to work it into the chapters yet. I was reading a fic that was talking about Joe not liking doctors, and this little idea hit me. It connects with the whole, when things happen when you're a kid, it sticks.........which seems to be intertwined into this story.........I don't know, I'm just randomly coming up with things to keep myself entertained, I'm sorry. But if you have any questions, please e-mail me, either Amanda or Miranda will answer, depending which mood I'm in. Miranda prefers to answer.........cause evil clones are like that. Glory hogs.
Spoiler for the next chapter: All the waiting is over. Thomson is sick of waiting to get his revenge. Ben Cartwright's misery will finally begin.
Oh! Does anyone know where I can get the Bonanza theme ring tone for my phone? I spent four hours looking for it, but everyplace I went charges. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to pay four dollars to have my phone ring, ok. Well, the American sites charged. The ones for the UK and other places didn't! Americans are really greedy it seems.........how sad. Bowdees, peeps, keep those reviews coming.
Chapter 6:
By: Miranda Rochelle Inc
Ben walked out of the house and stood on the porch. He needed to think. As much as he disliked admitting it, he was desperately afraid for his youngest son. Thomson was toying with them. He had proven that he could get to Joe whenever or wherever he wanted; he could even kill Joe while Ben sat obliviously in the next room.
That was a most terrifying thought. He whispered a soft prayer for God to protect his youngest. It was a fairly well known fact that he was extra protective of Little Joe; just a consequence of being the youngest. No matter how old Joe got, he was still Ben's baby boy, and always would be.
A slight movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He quickly turned to see the cause. His hand instantly went to his hip and drew his gun. His blood started to boil at Thomson's audacity.
"How dare you stand there? I should kill you where you stand," Ben spat.
Thomson gave been a sadistic smirk and leaned back against the barn. "Hello, Ben." His voice was smooth and even; his calm attitude only fed Ben's anger. He even had the gal to tip his new looking black hat in mock- politeness. "How are you this morning? It sure has been a while, hasn't it?" His smirk widened into a full-toothed grin, "How's those boys of yours? That youngest should be a grown man by now, right?"
Ben tried to quell his anger, he needed to keep a level head. It was taking everything he has to not empty the barrel of his gun into his son's tormentor. "Be quiet," Ben snapped in clipped tones, "I'm taking you to the sheriff's office in Virginia City. Mark my words, I'll see you hang."
Thomson started to laugh, "It's been eleven years, Ben! What can you arrest me for?"
Ben took a deep breath. His heart was screaming at him to kill the monster right where he stood, because there was nothing that the law could do until something happened to one of his sons; but his mind forced him to go against his heart's most dire wish. He took another deep breath, trying not to show this bastard his emotion. "Breaking into my home, beating my son, I'm sure I can find enough."
"I doubt those are hanging offences, Ben." Thomson shook his head and he pushed off of the barn and walked closer to Ben, "Such determination, Ben. You've changed. You use to have such heart, such kindness.........what happened?"
Ben gritted his teeth, "Stop, Thomson. Just come quietly—"
Ben was startled by the front door slamming closed, "Hey, pa," Joe called, "Hop Sing—"
"Joe Thomson smiled, his evergreen eyes suddenly no longer looking at Ben, "your father and I were just talking about you."
"Get out of here, Joe!" Ben called, without looking away from his target. Knots started to form in his stomach, had Thomson set them up?! Was there a man, just out of sight, waiting to fire the deadly bullet that would end Joe's life?! Ben could feel that his son had not listened to him and added quickly, "I said, get into the house, young man!"
Thomson's eyes found there way back to Ben's, "Come now, Ben, if the boy would like—"
"Quite! You're coming with me."
A shot rang out and as soon as Ben realized that he wasn't hit, he whipped around to Joe. His son had his gun drawn and was looking around for where the shot had originated.
Adam and Hoss came carefully running out of the door, hurriedly asking what the shot was.
Ben didn't answer, he turned back to the barn, but Thomson was already gone. He sighed exasperatingly. "He's gone, again!"
Adam and Hoss looked at each other for a moment slightly confused, before they realized that there could be no other "he" than Thomson.
A/N: Another chapter. Hazzah. I know that in the last chapter I left a few things, like why Joe is afraid of doctors kinda open, but it will eventually be explained. I just haven't been able to work it into the chapters yet. I was reading a fic that was talking about Joe not liking doctors, and this little idea hit me. It connects with the whole, when things happen when you're a kid, it sticks.........which seems to be intertwined into this story.........I don't know, I'm just randomly coming up with things to keep myself entertained, I'm sorry. But if you have any questions, please e-mail me, either Amanda or Miranda will answer, depending which mood I'm in. Miranda prefers to answer.........cause evil clones are like that. Glory hogs.
Spoiler for the next chapter: All the waiting is over. Thomson is sick of waiting to get his revenge. Ben Cartwright's misery will finally begin.
Oh! Does anyone know where I can get the Bonanza theme ring tone for my phone? I spent four hours looking for it, but everyplace I went charges. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to pay four dollars to have my phone ring, ok. Well, the American sites charged. The ones for the UK and other places didn't! Americans are really greedy it seems.........how sad. Bowdees, peeps, keep those reviews coming.