Damaged Goods

Ch8. Bags of burden

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Kane finally willed himself to move and once he got started nothing was going to curb his momentum as he charged down the halls barley able to stop in front of his door. Heat pushing outwards at the crowd gathering all debating amongst themselves at how Carrie was fairing and how they would get the jambed door would be opened. But one person in the hallway was all that Kane could see. "You want to be me? Touch what's mine? Then feel my pain" He tackled his copycat into the ground sandwiching him on top of the duffel bag he'd been carrying Kane went automatically on the offensive mercilessly berating him with punches. "I'll kill you with my bare hands you fat, slimy, son of a bitch" He wrapped his hands around the throat of the pummeled man. "Don't. . .Don't you ever touch her-"

"To late" Was the coughed response. Kane was beyond anger, beyond rage he as a brutal animal out for blood and he would rip his captive apart.

"Kane the door's opening" Lizzie yelled as metal tools worked away at the hinges. Kane let one hand slip away from it's choking motion. "You, have no idea what I'll do to you if she's so much as singed" He bolted for the door. "Carrie" He waited for a response but none came. "Carrie" he pressed his hand against the door till it began to burn his palm. He knew what it was like to be caught in a fire, the panic a person feels as all hope goes up in smoke. He slammed his shoulder into the steel door, once, twice till four pairs of anonymous arms pulled him back. Once the hinges gave way flames poured out.

"Carrie?" Lizzie called into the inferno. They watched helplessly as the 'professionals' went about snuffing out the fire and rescuing Carrie. Kane couldn't wait for the ok to enter he couldn't let her feel anymore pain He walked in slowly being enveloped with the stifling heat.

"Carrie?" It was the only word on anyones lips. Kane put his arm up over his face as it grew unbearably hot around him. He kept looking around, the flames slowly being controlled and everything became clearer.

"Say something, anything Carrie" Sidney stepped in the scorched carpet.

"No one else is in here, other then you two. That's a good thing I guess" One emergency personnel stated bluntly.

"What? What do you mean, we saw her, we saw her in here" Janet stood behind Sidney as the words 'no one else' hung numbly in the burnt air.

"She isn't here" Sidney spat "She couldn't have gotten out without him finding her. It's all your fault that any of this happened" He gave Kane a shove. "I promised her she'd be ok but you know what? She wasn't worried about herself" He paused biting back excess animosity if he was going to find Carrie he couldn't let Kane and him fight, waisting precious time. But at the same time he couldn't let the issue drop. " She was so concerned about Kane" Sidney gave Kane yet another shove. Kane had far more important things to think about besides the small angry man lightly pushing at him.

"The duffel bag he hid her in that duffel bag" Kane grumbled he ran out the door on the off chance that his impostor was stupid enough to stick around after the thrashing he took. "The God damned duffel bag. . .I had him. . .I had her and I let my anger get a hold of me" His hand rested on the charred chair that he and Carrie had been sitting on hours ago. "He. . .was right she trusted me and now she's in that greasy bastard's hands. He has her, he has my Carrie." He threw the chair across the room it crashed into a wall and fell to pieces.

"How? How did he get her out we saw him leave without her?" Lizzie questioned, but no one had an answer for her

"She's not your Carrie. She's not your anything. Once we get her back I'm going to personally make sure you never drag her into your shit. I knew it was a bad idea, her keeping you company, forming a crush on you. But there was no swaying her, she pitied you, look what came from that" Sidney's eyes trailed over the room he made a move as though he was going to give Kane another shove but he had taken far to much of Sidney's fit. Kane had been penting up rage and guilt, Sidney's remarks hadn't helped. Kane lifted Sidney up by the collar of his shirt. Kane's breath was fast and short as he contemplated if he wanted to take out his anguish on the scrawny man in his grasp. He just gave a frustrated grunt, throwing Sidney carelessly into the ground. 'Pity? Is that what it was? It felt like more, it felt like. . .huh I was crazy to think a woman who I caused so much pain would ever love me' His eyes searched the room unrealistically hoping for Carrie to appear.

"Sid I know you're pissed but-" Janet started, running her hand down a burnt wall.

"Janet I'm more then-" Sidney cut her off getting to his feet only for his own rant to get interrupted.

"She didn't pity him" Lizzie spoke softly.

"If she did, it was some kind of heart felt pity, she cares about him Sid, like it or not" Janet shrugged.

"How can you take his side!" Sidney pointed venomously at Kane.

"There are no sides Sidney, we are all concerned about Carrie and that makes us allies not enemies ok?" Lizzie shook her head at her vengeance filled friend.

"You feel responsible because you promised her since those middle school days that she'd be safe-"

"I promised Janet, I promised her and-" His voice was shaky and angry.

"Let me finish, you're taking those feelings of failure and the inability to help her-"

"I should've ran faster but-" Sidney snapped. Kane remained quiet ' He's not the only one that should've been there. I let her down. She showed me compassion and I couldn't even help her when she needed me' He slammed his fist into the wall beside him, then rested his head in defeat against the very same wall.

"Let me finish." Janet spoke with authority. "You couldn't have known, either of you, what that fucking maniac would do. So you shouldn't be so hard on yourself, or each other" She glanced at Sidney and Kane knowing her words had fallen on deaf ears.

"Janet, that's all well and good but Carrie could be hurt or. . .or dead and-" Sidney huffed.

"Don't say that!" Lizzie shouted.

"Lizzie we half to face the chance-"

"Don't say that, don't you dare say that She's alive and I'm going to find her" Kane stormed out of the room.

'God Dammit this headache is killing me' Carrie gave an injured groan, she blinked a few time but her vision was still dark, she started to panic. She went to sit up but she couldn't move her legs more then a couple inches her arms had an equally constrictive ability to them they ached as she struggled to get free. She began to hyperventilate as she flailed in her cloth prison, she started to black in and out of consciousness. ' Ok clam down Carrie passing out will do you no good stuck in some kind of sack or something' She felt the fabric rub against her injuries. 'Lets try and remember how you got here' She stopped moving as best she could. ' I woke up from my nap. . .If I hadn't staid up all night helping Kane fix Sidney's car' A smile actually found a way across her lips even in such a frightening situation. She remembered how Kane had tried to impress her with his car knowhow. 'I was much more impressed by the kiss he gave me when I got out of the shower that night' She reminisced for a moment till she was bumped up down and back to reality. 'Six bucks I'm in the trunk of a car, What craziness have I gotten myself into?' She frowned she realized she was in real danger. 'Ok so I woke up, I was running late, I hurried to put my boots on. . .I turned around. . .and he was there I tried to run but he was blocking my only exit' her body bolted up and down again her ribs hurting, her arms and legs had a familiar sting. 'Am I burned? I remember smelling smoke. . .I'm getting ahead of myself He cornered me. . .his hand went over my face, I felt numb. . .and tired did he drug me or something? This is beyond hatred, this is criminal. He laid me down. . .then. . .he was talking to someone. Who? What did he say?' That was when the memory became more hazy. 'He left, he locked the door I think. Fire. . .there was fire. I tried to get up, get away, but. . .I fell, I could feel the flames they were growing . . .He came back! Did he have remorse? No. He was pushing and pulling at me. . .Then what?' She couldn't remember no matter how hard she tried.

Minutes or hours passed before the car stopped and the trunk opened. "Awake girl?" He shook her sore body.

"Help Get the hell off me Help!" She screamed hoping someone would hear her she yelled as loud as she could till something heavy crashed down onto her skull.

"Don't speak. You hear me?" he whispered into the trunk. "Well?" He pushed his palm in her throat, her head crushing against the corner of the car. The material of the bag was the only cushion between his hand and her skin. "This is what he did to me. Kane when he saw me I got chocked just like this" he tightened his grip. "I save his little whore and that was the thanks I get?" Carrie was gasping for air when he finally loosened his grip. "Can I tell you a secret?" He chuckled "I was going to leave you to fry but then I got a brainstorm, Why torment him over one incident when I can torture him for days a week maybe? I've got so much planned for us Carrie" he lifted to body filled bag from the trunk to over his shoulder she swung into him, hurting herself more the it inconvenienced him but it was all she could do. "Don't worry though. I'll let you go. You can crawl to him and tell him all the horrible things I did to you. Or maybe you'll come to your senses and join me" He sneered walking from the parking lot to the lobby of the hotel.

A/n- I know this story is getting a bit weird but Carrie will soon be saved, but not by who you expect. Oh and thank you all very much for the reviews I loved them all thanks again.

Sarah