Chapter 16: Through the Gates of Hell

Miller couldn't say that he was entirely shocked to see his daughter standing there but something about her did surprise him. Couldn't really tell what it was, but there was definitely something different. A smile crept across his face and he wrapped his arms around her in a mocking manner.

"Madison!" he exclaimed hugging her. "Honey, where have you been! I have been looking all over for you! Are you ok? Are you hurt? Get in here, you must be starving," he pulled her into the room harshly and closed the door.

At first Madison was unsure why he was making such a scene when there had been no one in the hall way but after spotting two police officers sitting on one of the two beds in the room trying to get Molly to talk she understood. Madison's teeth gritted as she eyes a purpling bruise on her fore head. Molly's head snapped up when she saw Madison walk in the room and she leaped off the bed and run to her. Madison held Molly and glared at the two men.

"Who's this?" one of them asked.

"Detective Karson, Officer Tyler this is my oldest daughter Madison," he said, placing a firm grip on her shoulder.

"Well you little lady have caused quite the ruckus," said Detective Karson. "Where are the other children?"

"I don't know," she said flatly.

"Young Lady, do you have any idea just how much trouble you are in?" asked the other man, whom Madison assumed was Officer Tyler. "You could very well be charged with arrest."

"Why?"

"Four counts of kidnapping, fraud and theft," he snapped. "Your father would have every right to throw your butt in jail after all the crap you've pulled."

"Look, Madison, if you tell us right now where the other three are we won't have to take any drastic measures," said Karson. "If not we can take you down town right now and work it out there."

"I don't know," Madison said casually. "Maybe you should check the basement of our house where Dad keeps the rest of the bodies."

"Madison, just tell us where the kids are," Karson said, trying to keep his patience.

"No," she said firmly. "And you can throw me in prison for all I care but we are not going back with this perverted son of a bitch."

"You ungrateful little spoiled brat," Tyler growled. "I've seen your house, and your room. You had everything. I've never seen a dad so grief stricken over losing his kids as your father has been."

"That's probably because he's been going through with drawls," she muttered. Madison felt his grip on her arm tighten painfully.

"And you have the audacity to stand there and slander him. You don't deserve anything he gave you."

"You're damn right about that, Mister," she snarled back.

"So you're not going to tell us," Karson said rubbing his temples.

"You'd have to kill me first."

"Well we're sorry you feel that way," he said pulling out a pair of hand cuffs and pushing him self off the bed.

"Wait," Miller stepped in front of Madison and Molly. "Detective, give me the night with her. Maybe I can convince her to talk to me. There might just be enough of her mother in her to do the right thing."

"You are somethin' special, Mr. Miller," said the detective. "God knows the world needs more people like you in it," Madison snorted under her breath and received a glare from Tyler. "Alright, we'll be by tomorrow around two o'clock. If she hasn't said anything by then we're going to take her in."

"Understood, Detective," he said, escorting them to the door. "I'll try and get through to her."

"Good night, Mr. Miller," Officer Tyler tipped his hat to him as the door clicked shut. Madison felt him turn around and come up behind her, his cold hands gripped her shoulders painfully but she refused to let him see it.

She didn't have to say anything to Molly but the little girl read her eyes clearly. Molly went and curled up in the corner behind the chair.

"Daddy's missed you, Maddy," Miller leaned down and kissed her neck, causing her skin to crawl. "You've been a very bad girl running away like that. You should be punished."

"And you're been a very sick pervert who should go to jail," she snarled.

"Probably," he smirked. "Except for the fact that I have those idiots completely wrapped around my finger; if I say 'jump' they say 'how high?' And if I wanted to I could call them back here and have them cart you off. That would give me some time with Molly." he smirked again. "But I have missed you all so much I'm not going to do that just yet."

"Well aren't we special," she growled. "You have 6 seconds to get your hands off of me."

"Or what?" Miller buckled over when Madison hit him in the groin and walked forward. He gasped for breath uneasily and looked up at Madison, rage burning in his eyes. "You're going to regret that," He got up and decked her hard across the face. He expected her to fight back, block, or at least flinch, but she didn't, she didn't move at all. He scowled when the expression on her face was completely emotionless. He wanted her to fear, he wanted her to hate; give him something to feed upon but she didn't. He hit her again but Madison stood her ground. Seething, Miller picked up the phone and brought it up against her head and she went down. Miller pounced on her like a cat and began beating her. "You think you're tough, Madison? Huh! You think you can take me?" Madison didn't make a sound. She didn't scream, didn't cry out; didn't even groan. Miller's anger grew after every swing. "Scream, Bitch!" he snarled. "Scream dammit!"

"No," she said gruffly into the carpet as her father's shoe came down on her back.

"You think you're brave coming here trying to face me?" he sneered grabbing her hair and yanking her head back. "You're almost as stupid as that slut of a mother of yours. And you know what? I'm gonna take care of you the same way I took care of her. And after you're gone I'll take care of the others, including that little basterd of yours."

"You touch him," she snarled, spitting blood onto the carpet. "And I will kill you."

Miller flipped her over and straddled her sneering evilly, "Not if I kill you first." He struck her hard across the face and kept hitting her until she went completely still. He grinned in triumph at his unconscious daughter.

He started unzipping her jacket when he noticed a green pendant around her neck. He picked it up and turned it over in his hand looking at the patterns on it. Grunting under his breath he snapped the necklace off her neck and tossed it next to the TV; maybe he could get a few bucks for it. Looking back to Madison's lifeless form he snorted a laugh and got up.

"You're not going to get out of your sentence that easy," he said in a low growl. "You're going to watch every second of It," ginning wickedly he kicked her over on to her stomach and eyed her body. "And even if you don't enjoy it, believe me I will." His eyes shifted to Molly shivering in the corner. He walked over to her and crouched down. "Are you afraid?"

Molly's pressed herself up against the wall and nodded.

"Good," he sneered, gripping her chin harshly. He kissed her hard before slapping her across the face. Molly's eyes filled with tears and she curled tighter into the corner. Miller cupped her reddened cheek in a mocking fatherly affection. "We'll bond later, little mouse, I want to deal with your sister first," he got up and smiled down at her. "Good night, Molly, sweet dreams."

Miller flipped off the light and got into bed. But as he slipped in under the sheets Madison's hand slipped into her pocked, grasped the small black object in there and pushed a button on the top of it. A soft click was heard through the fabric and she felt Molly curl up next to her on the floor. She turned her head and smiled at her weakly. Molly smiled a little, seeming to understand that everything was going to be ok. She snuggled underneath her sister's arm and waited in the pitch black darkness with her for their father to start snoring.

"Are you alright?" Madison whispered softly. She couldn't see her face but she knew Molly had nodded. "I need you to listen carefully, Honey, go and unlock the balcony door but be very, very quiet. Ok?"

Molly nodded and got up. She tiptoed across the room and unlocked the sliding glass door. Madison was able to force herself to sit up a bit and motioned for Molly to open the doors. The little girl pushed the curtains back allowing some of the moon to light the room. She flinched when the door made a bit of a screeching noise. The two girls froze dead in their tracks and waited. Thankfully their father just snorted, rolled over and began snoring again. Molly got the rest of the door open and waited for Madison to walk over to her; her worried eyes monitored her sister's limp.

"Come here, Sweetie," she whispered and hoisted Molly up on to her hip even though lighting hot pain went shooting through her body.

"I'm scared," she murmured into Madison's shoulder.

"You'll be ok," Madison walked out onto the ledge of the short balcony. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," the child replied meekly.

"Good," Madison set her on the ledge and whistled. "Jump."

"What!"

"You have to, Baby," she said. "Don't worry, you'll be ok."

"B...b...But, Maddy!" she exclaimed louder than Madison would of preferred, and clung onto her sister's neck. "No! No! No! I don't like this!"

"Molly!" Madison hissed, grabbing the hysterical child. "I know you're afraid but you have got to jump! Trust me!" Madison knew convincing her to jump was going to be difficult. The little girl hated heights and it did not help that they were 3 stories up. "Molly, you have to do this before…"

"What the hell are you doing!"

Madison whirled around and saw her father standing in the doorway staring at her in utter shock. Madison didn't wait for Molly to make up her mind; she picked up the child and threw her over the side of the ledge. Molly screamed as she started plummeting to the ground. When she landed safely in someone's arms instead of splattering on the ally pavement, she opened her eyes and looked up at Leo who winked at her. Molly cried tears of joy and threw her arms around Leo's neck.

Madison stared over the edge of the balcony and sighed in relief when she saw Molly being cradled safely in Leo's arms on the ally floor below. She smiled when Leo gave her thumbs up and disappeared into the shadows. Madison cried out in surprise when her father caught her off guard by grabbing her by the hair and dragging her back into the blackened room. "You… psycho… bitch!" he roared bringing his fists down on her with each word. "Do you know what you've just done! You probably killed her!"

"Was a kinder fate than what you had in store for her," Madison spat in his face.

She knew Miller's face was purple with rage as he wiped the blood and saliva off his cheek. He reached into his pocked and pulled out a small object. Madison's eyes narrowed at the switch blade in his hand, the blade glittering in what little moon light there was.

"You gonna try and use that on me?" she scoffed a laugh. "Please…"

Miller lunged at her but since she could see his silhouette she easily avoided him and the knife. She could barely make out him turning around and was completely unprepared when he lunged at her again and being able to land a blow across her face with his fist. This stunned her for a moment, just long enough for Miller to bury the knife into her arm. Madison screamed when he ripped the blade from her flesh and she fell to the ground clutching her bleeding arm. Miller had a mad look spread across his face and raised the knife above his head, "See you in hell, Bitch." He brought the knife down, yelping when it clashed with another piece of metal and not Madison fleshy tissue.

"I think she'd rather see you in jail," snarled a gruff voice.

"Who's there!" Miller demanded, not being able to make out who the two other silhouettes were. His answer was a solid fist making contact with his face. Miller hit the ground faster than the figure had hit him. Who ever had hit him grabbed him again and hoisted him into the air. "Put me down!"

Raphael held Miller about a foot off the ground. As Madison had instructed, he had forced himself to sit on the next roof top over and keep a look out with Leo. He wanted to go in and take the two by force the second he saw their dad come up behind Madison and kiss her. Every time Miller had brought his fist down on Maddy, Raph had gripped his Sais tighter and clenched his teeth harder. He had been itching to beat the crap out of this guy for over an hour. It wasn't until he saw Miller actually throw a punch at Madison did he really grasped what they had been through and it almost ate him alive to have to sit and just watch him beat her and not be able to do something about it right then. But now… Raph grinned, now he was going to have his fun.

"Get her outta here," Raph ordered.

Madison felt strong arms pick her up and carry her out of the room. She smiled up at Mikey's moon lighted grin as he leaped from balcony.

"Wait a second! You can't do…" Miller was cut off by the tip of Raphael's sai poking at his Adam's apple.

"Hi, I'm Raphael, friends call me Raph," he said with a sarcastic causality friendliness. "And you and I are gonna sit down and have a little chat about what happens when sick little freaks such as yourself hurt my friends…"

Down below Leo was helping Mikey hoist Madison into the back of the Battle Shell, "You guys made great time," she chuckled still clutching her arm. They eased her in to one of the chairs. "Where's Molly?"

"Right here," she said meekly. Molly climbed out of her own chair and walked over to Madison. Madison frowned when she looked at her little sister. Molly was shaking violently, her face was pasty pale, she was sweating and there was a light blue tint to her lips.

"Do you have any water?" she asked the guys, fishing in her pockets for something. She pulled out a little orange bottle before unzipping her jacket and draping it around Molly. She uncapped the orange bottle and shook two pills lose. "Take these Honey, you'll feel better," Molly popped the pills into her mouth before taking a gulp from the water bottle Leo had given her.

"What are those for?" Leo asked.

"Anxiety attacks," Madison said, watching Molly's face. "She started having really bad attacks after Mom died. It got to the point where she will go into shock if she doesn't take them."

"Well that was therapeutic," Raph smirked as he hopped into the back of the van.

"What'd you do?" Mikey asked. Raph ignored him and knelt down next to Molly.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked feeling her forehead. "She's all sweaty and pale. What happened?"

"She'll be fine in a minute," Madison said, re-corking the bottle and setting it on the computer like desk next to her. "She just needs to be calm for a bit."

"Raphy, will you hold me?" Molly asked, tears in her eyes as she fell into his arms.

"Sure, Kido," Raph scooped her up and sat down next to Madison just rocking Molly back and forth. "Hey I brought you somethin," he reached behind the seat and pulled out her stuffed rabbit. Molly snatched it out of his hands like a starving child taking food. "And by the way," Raph held his hand out and dropped a familiar jade pendant in Madison's free hand. "Think you dropped this," he winked at her. Madison smiled and fashioned the precious gift back around her neck.

"Alright, Guys, we need to get Madison to a doctor," Mikey said.

"No, we need to go to April and Casey's," Madison said.

"Maddy, you have cuts and bruises all over you, and a two inch bleeding gash in your arm," Mikey said. "You are going to a doctor."

"Just wrap my arm for now and Donny can patch me up when we get to April's," Madison said firmly. "We still have work to do."

"Don't worry I took care of 'im," Raph said, with a small amount of pride. "He's a beaten and bruised pile of perverted crap laying hog tied with his own belt and tie on his bed. Teach him to treat you guys like that…"

"That is not going to stop him for good," Madison said as Leo began wrapping her arm. "Those police will be back tomorrow and when they find him all tied up they will let him go. Then he'll come up with an elaborate story of some kind and they'll have police out looking everywhere for us and after what I saw up there we can't convince them on just my word."

"So what are we gonna do?" Donny asked, starting up the engine.

Madison reached over to her jacket draped around Molly and pulled out a small black tape recorder. She smirked, "We're gonna use his words."