Disclaimer: I own Amelia, Hendrix (Drix), and Reagan, but that's it.
Southampton, England, August 20, 2003
Drix sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. It was eight 'o' clock, time to get up. He threw the blankets off himself and went to his closet, pulling on a pair of trousers over his boxers and a crisp shirt. He sat down on his bed to put his socks and shoes on when the door to his dorm room opened and Mr. Williamson, his headmaster, came in.
He grabbed Drix's arm and pulled him off the bed. Drix didn't know what he had done wrong though.
"S-sir, what did I do?"
"Just shutup, I don't have time."
Drix was dragged through the halls and downstairs. Mr. Williamson took him on the elevator and pushed the button to go down all the way to the maintence floor where it was dark and cold, where Drix was put when he was bad.
"I didn't do anything!"
"SHUTUP!"
Mr. Williamson slapped Drix across the face, hard. Drix wasn't going to take it this time. Something in him had snapped, he was tired of being beaten and locked away, he was tired of his life. He wanted something more, he wanted out! He began struggling.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
The one thing Drix hadn't calculated though was that Mr. Williamson was so much stronger than him and blow upon blow reigned on the child's body until finally Drix went unconscious. Mr. Williamson put his body on the cement floor of the lowest level of the school. They would never find him here and with that he pushed the up button and left Drix in the dark.
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Southampton, England, August 20, 2003
Wesley had the pilot land the jet half a mile from the school. They had made good time and they would surely be able to find Drix now. Fred and Wesley had instructed the girls to stay on the plane with Angel, since he couldn't come out into the sunlight. They would go ahead with SWAT and try to find Hendrix.
They made their way to the grounds quickly and came upon the school just as Roger pulled into up in his black Bentley. Wesley looked at him for a moment and then approached the man who had ruined his life more than once.
"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you're here."
"No, you shouldn't, I put a lot of money into this school and often visit it to see that my money is being spent right. Is that a crime?"
"Well, no, but kidnapping is."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Just then a shot was fired into Roger's knee, sending the man to the ground. Wesley looked next to him to see his wife holding a smoking revolver.
"Do you know what we're talking about now or should I fire another shot?"
"I. . .honestly don't know. . .really."
Fred cocked the gun and Roger held up a hand.
"Alright, alright, I do know something, you're looking for your son, my grandson."
"Keep talking, we know you know more than that and I don't think Fred's in a patient mood today."
Roger looked up at the woman who had the gun trained on his left leg.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you, though, that the boy passed away last winter of an pneumonia. He's departed this world. The gravestone's in the church cemetery."
Fred shot Roger in the other leg, sending him into even more agonizing pain.
"You're lying, my baby isn't dead. He's alive!"
"No, he's not."
Fred cocked the gun again and trained it on Roger's crotch.
"Do you want me to take that off or are you going to tell the truth?"
Just then, Mr. Williamson came out of the school and ran to Roger's aid.
"What is the meaning of this?"
"We know you have our son and we want him back now!"
"What is the lad's name?"
"Hendrix."
"No one of that name goes to this academy, I can tell you that now. Perhaps, you're mistaken."
"NO! YOU'RE MISTAKEN. TAKE US TO DRIX NOW!"
Fred trained the gun on Mr. Williamson's head and being the coward he was, he broke.
"He's here, you're right but you can't have him back."
"Where is he?"
There was silence from the man and Fred fired a warning shot in the air.
"I'M NOT PLAYING WITH YOU, WHERE IS MY BABY?"
"He's in the basement."
"Take me to him."
Wesley and Fred followed the man as he took them inside the school. The SWAT team stayed with Roger to keep an eye on him. Mr. Williamson took them to the elevator he had dragged Drix on less than three hours ago.
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Southampton, England, August 20, 2003
Drix lay on the floor, beaten and exhausted. His small body ached too much to move and he was freezing cold. No one would probably ever come back for him since he had been so disobedient. He probably should have gone quietly, then he wouldn't be in so much pain.
Just then, he heard the elevator coming down the shaft. This was going to be bad. He laid still and kept his weary eyes closed. He heard the elevator stop, the door open, but where there should have been only one set of footsteps, there was three.
He opened his eyes, slowly, to see a figure above him. It crouched down getting closer and closer, until a hand grazed his cheek, a warm, tender touch.
"Baby? Hendrix?"
Fred gently pulled the child into her arms, he was shaking and his skin was cold to the touch. His poor bruised body lay limp in her arms.
"Wesley, give me your jacket."
Wesley lowered the gun he was holding on Mr. Williamson and handed Fred his jacket, which she wrapped around her son.
"Drix, sweetheart, do you know who I am?"
Drix looked at her and nodded, weakly. She was the woman from his dreams and from his nightmares. She was torn away from him.
"It's. . .just. . .a thunderstorm. . .right?"
Fred nodded and smiled, weakly, her baby remembered.
"It's just a thunderstorm, you're safe with Mommy."
Tears silently poured down Drix's pale, bruised face as Fred held him close. Her little baby was safe.
"Come, let's go home, now."
Wesley helped Fred by lifting Drix into his arms. Drix felt more memories come back as this man held him close. The stubble that now tickled his ear being the strongest.
"D-Daddy?"
"Yes, Hendrix, Daddy's here."
With that, Wesley carried Drix onto the elevator with Fred pointing the gun at Mr. Williamson. She pushed the 'up' button and then watched as the doors closed, leaving Mr. Williamson in the dark.
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