A/N: Considering how long it usually takes to update, this is a quick one, lol. This idea just hit me on geography class so I ran with it. It flowed right out of me, lol. I hope you enjoy chapter five...you'd better, I stayed up late to write it, lol :P. OH and there is a scene that has some mention of an attempted sexual assault, but there is no specifics in it and I tried very hard to keep it fitting with a teen rating. I think I did okay with it, but if you think I should up the rating after you read it, I will.
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Chapter Five: Power Struggle
The doors creaking caught Amita's attention and she whipped her head around, an hour must have been up, "I'll take care of it Charlie," she whispered to him breathily, understanding he'd been through enough that day.
"No, Amita, they have no mercy, no compassion, if you tell them what they want to know, you're as good as dead," he told her quietly, his eyes darted to the approaching man as he finished.
"Don't worry," she replied in a soft voice and kissed his now stubble covered cheek.
Rising off the floor Amita faced Dark Shadow as he asked, "What did you tell the FBI?" She remained silent and stood still in front of him. He advanced on her and grabbed her arms, shoving his face only an quarter of an inch away from hers and growled, "What did you tell them!" She held her ground as best she could, trying to keep her face impassive, but it was a losing battle, "Damn it B, tell me what you told them!" Dark Shadow demanded as he slammed her back against the wall.
"You'll just kill me after anyway!" She retorted, knowing that Charlie's earlier words were true and she couldn't let them get any farther ahead of the FBI.
"Listen to me closely," Dark Shadow's eyes narrowed dangerously as he leaned in to whisper into Amita's ear, "The Professor doesn't have to die, but that doesn't mean I can't arrange it."
A tear dripped down her cheek as he wrapped a hand around her throat and began to squeeze the life out of her, "The Prof is next Amita... and it'll be all your fault."
"Okay...okay," she sobbed in a raspy voice and locked eyes with Charlie as she continued, "I-I never really saw anything, I just heard a gunshot and tried to help that guy...Drake Meggers." Upon Amita's confession, he let her drop to the ground, and she lay in a heap, curled up in the fetal position as she tried to regain her breath.
"Amita...you okay?" Charlie found his voice, after remaining silent in terror when Dark Shadow was choking her, he thought the man was going to kill her.
She sniffled quietly and whispered in a barely audible voice, "Yeah."
Dark Shadow grabbed her by the wrist before she could say anything else and hefted her off the floor, "You're a pretty girl Amita, why don't we have some fun, just say the word Sweetheart," his chilling voice echoed throughout the room, making both captives shudder.
"No, get off me!" She pushed away from him, struggling to rip her wrist from his grip, but it was too strong.
"Aw C'mon, you know you can't say no to me," He pulled her against his chest by her wrist and wrapped his other arm around her back, forcing her into a kiss.
"Get off her! Don't you dare or you'll wish you've never been born!" Charlie screamed at him, he couldn't take watching the man try to defile Amita. With all the strength he had he used his arms to push himself towards where Dark Shadow was holding her, dragging his legs behind him. He gritted his teeth to bear the pain and Dark Shadow watched with amusement.
"Ooooh I'm scared now, I'm shaking in my booties," he laughed and pulled Amita even closer to him. She wrinkled her face in digust as she tried to pull away. Dark Shadow narrowed his eyes cruelly at her, ignoring Charlie's movements, "Something wrong Sweetheart?" He asked in a venomous tone.
"Your breath is rank!" She screamed at him and he threw her against the wall. Advancing on her again he kissed her roughly and pinned her wrists over her head with one hand, and flexed the other in front of her face, taunting her. Dark Shadow stroked her cheek and slowly began to lower it, watching the fear in Amita's eyes mount, relishing the power he had over her.
Before he could follow through, two hands gripped his ankles and dragged him out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground and on top of Charlie's torso, "I said, get off her!" He rasped loudly from under the weight.
"You also just got yourself into a whole lot of trouble Professor," Dark Shadow pushed himself of Charlie and looked into his eyes and he could see the angry fire burning inside them.
Amita sank to the floor breathing heavily and prayed that everything would be alright, but something told her it would be awhile before it would be. The door creeped open once again and DryIce looked at Dark Shadow sadly.
"They got your name by now Dark Shadow, they'll be at the house soon. You're the boss now kiddo, I'll turn myself in and throw them off," he answered and shut the door as he left.
Dark Shadow stared after his boss for a moment and then called Gargoyle and Mask down to the room. The door opened, and it seemed obvious it hadn't been oiled in a long time, and the two men came in, "Alright guys, Dry Ice passed me the torch. Gargoyle, take the girl and take care of her, she's beginning to bore me. Mask, go get the video camera ready, the Professor needs to give his family another message."
Gargoyle nodded and walked calmly over to where Amita sat on the floor, not questioning Dark Shadow's authority at all, but Mask had other plans.
"The only reason I agreed to take part in this is because I was told no one would die, but already Joker, and Blaze are dead and you're planning this girl's murder. I've had enough, leave her alone," he stood in Gargoyles way, but his eyes were defiantly glued to Dark Shadow's face.
"Oh don't grow a concience on us now," Dark Shadow sneered and pushed Mask out of Gargoyles way, "If she goes free, we're all going to jail for a really long time."
Mask let himself be pushed out of the way, but stormed out of the room angrily to get the video camera. "No one was supposed to die," he muttered as he climbed the staircase.
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"Okay, the clerk's name is Micheal Powers, 27, no priors," David told Don as he came up beside him, surveying the scene. Agents were everywhere question the customers and staff.
"Well, if he ever committed a crime before now, we just never cought him," Don replied quietly as he pondered the information, "family?"
"As far as we know, just his father, his sister was killed last year in an automobile accident, mother dead from complications during the sister's birth," David made sure he had all the information he would need ready, he would not be caught napping on this case.
"Ok, let's pay Dear Old Dad a visit and see if he's seen his son in the past little while, address?" Don asked as he made his way to the car, he'd give his statement later, when they had Charlie and Amita safe.
"385 Geralton Road, here I'll drive," his friend and agent offered and quietly took Don's keys from him. Don didn't protest, he was too worried to drive anyways. He was glad that David was working so hard on this case, he knew that he could trust the younger man with his life... and Charlie's and Amita's.
David drove in silence, keeping his eyes glued firmly to the road as they made their way to the residence. A large house came into view with gates surrounding the property, "These guys are living quite well," Don commented bitterly, knowing that the reason was the poor men's lives they'd disrupted.
Both of them got out of the car and noticed that no one seemed to be home, "We have no probable cause to go in, think we should wait?" David asked carefully as his eyes scanned the front yard.
"We'll get someone to watch the place if no one comes home in the next hour," Don answered as he climbed back into the car and turned up the air conditioning. The hot summer air was getting to him, and the fact his little brother was still in the clutches of a group of brutal men.
They did not have long to wait, about thirty minutes later a navy Mercedes pulled into the driveway and an aging man stepped out of the vehicle. He looked to be in his mid-sixties, but very muscilar for his age, "May I help you two?" He questioned and Don recognized the green eyes right away.
"You," he spat angrily at the man that had orchestrated his brother's kidnapping.
The man's lips turned into a twisted grin, "Yes me, who did you think it was Agent Eppes? Santa Claus? And I might as well get this over with. I am the one the Professor knows only as Dry Ice. I planned his abduction and take responsibily for it."
"George Powers, you are under arrest for the kidnappings of Harold Parsons, Kirk Gilroy, Derrek Filder, Charles Eppes and Amita Ramanjuan," David began and continued to read the man his Miranda rights. He kept his tone calm, but inside he was fuming at the man's cold stature. He didn't care that he was ruining numerous lives, he just laughed at other people's pain. George Powers was a sick sadist and it was apparent that his son most likely was too.
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"You can make this alot easier for yourself," Megan rounded the interrogation room to face George, her hands planted on the table's metal surface, "Just tell us where your son is holding them."
"What do I get if I tell you what I know?" George asked in an obnoxious voice.
"A deal, a reduced sentence. Mr. Powers, you're looking at six counts of kidnapping. That's six consectutive sentences of fifteen to twenty years," Megan told him, trying to shake him with the prospect of 90-120 years of jail time.
"A warehouse on the cross section of Hilth Drive and Baradon Road," he replied easily, "What's my deal?"
"We have to make sure your information is accurate first," she left the room, and went to speak with Don, who'd been watching, "That was too easy."
"I know, put Agent Wilson on it just in case. We need to go through everything George and Michael Powers bought, it may lead us to Charlie and Amita," Don spoke to her briskly and picked up some the numerous folders that had been taken from the house, "but I think it may take awhile."
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A/N: Whoo hoo for me, this update was somewhat quick wasn't it? It might be a smidge short though, oh well, just be thankful you didn't have to wait a month this time! REVIEW PLEASE!
