Title: Dead Sober
Part IV
Rated: R
Krista sat up suddenly and looked around even though the only light they had down there was a hallogen lantern. All she knew is that there was a knock on the door and James quickly unstrapped her and pulled a gun. He ordered Elliot out of the cage and then forced them down into the basement locking the door behind them. All that was down there were two blankets, a cold cement floor, and of course the lantern. There were two tiny little windows that were perpendicular to the ceiling, and even though they were tiny they had bars on them so there was no way to escape. Krista was still a little messed up from the demoral but it was slowly wearing off and she was getting adjitated and weird.
Elliot was holding her in his arms, but carefully. She had no shirt or pants cause they had cut them both off, all she was in now was a bra and panties. The cut on her arm, the one that ran from shoulder to elbow, had been stitched up but that was not the only cut that had been made. She had one from her navel to her sternum that had been stitched, one from her ankle to knee, and one across the small of her back. She was shivering terribly from the cold and from the withdrawl of the demoral.
"You...you...you heard that...right...right...right?" Krista spat out and looked at Elliot holding up the lantern so she could see his face. "We're gonna die...oh god we're gonna die..." She started to twitch and pick at the stitches on her arm. He grabbed her arm gently and puller her hand away so she couldn't do more damage then was already there.
"Yes I did hear that," He picked up the blanket that he had wrapped around her shoulders and placed it around her again, "We aren't going to die I promise we won't." He was convinced that no matter what happened he'd be able to save Krista, even if he had to take a bullet. Even in a situation as dangerous as this he was willing to sacrafice himself to save someone young and innocent. Krista pulled at her hair and once again started to pick at her stitches. Elliot took her hand in his and squeezed it slightly.
"You promise?" Krista said softly looking into his eyes.
"I promise." Elliot replied with total conviction in his voice, even though he really had no kind of authority to promise her that. She squeezed at his hand and rested her head against his chest. He brought his hand up and started to stroke her hair gently as he thought of Olivia. She was still out there as far as he knew, and he hoped that she would be coming back with reinforcements.
Outside Olivia was looking at the door, she knew that she could shoot the locks but that would draw attention to her and it might not work. She also knew that if they found her then they at least had a gun, probably taken from Monica. Olivia didn't like to think about the fact that Monica might have been the one to get shot, she was hoping for the best. She heard some voices outside, and so she crawled up the stairs and creeped to the side of the house where she could have a view of the door. She peaked around the corner and saw a man and a woman.
"You think we should leave her lying in there while we go search her car?" The woman she recognized as Liz asked the man she was standing with. Olivia's heart dropped when she heard that, she was sure they were talking about Monica.
"She can't walk and will most likely bleed to death without medical attention, she's not going anywhere." The man said, "Now put the key under the mat and lets get going." He pulled out a flashlight and turned it on. Liz sighed and locked the door and put the key under the mat and they both walked away. Olivia waited until they had vanished into the forest before slowly creeping up to the house and lifting the welcome mat. Under there was a silver key, she picked it up and put it into the lock and turned it. There was a click and so she turned the knob and pushed the door open. It opened into a nicely decorated room with a down home country feel to it. Compaired to the room she saw through the window it was absolutely normal.
"Monica?" She said softly after closing the door behind her, she locked the three locks that were on the door and walked deeper into the house. "Monica it's Olivia those people are gone." She heard a groan from a room in the back so she walked in there. On the floor Monica was bleeding from her ankles. Olivia hurried over to her and got down.
"They cut my achillies tendons, at least I think that's what's in your ankles..." Monica groaned and veyr carefully got into a sitting position. Olivia looked at her feet and gently lifted on leg up to see what kind of shape it was in. The cuts were pretty deep, Liz was right if she didn't get some sort of medical attention she would bleed out.
"I'll be right back, just try not to move." Olivia said and then left the room, Monica groaned and laid back down on the floor. When Olivia came back she was holding two light blue towels from the bathroom. She quickly ripped one in half and slid it under Monica's ankle and tied it as tight as she could, Monica bit her lip and tried not to scream.
"The woman is Liz the guy is James Lovint or Lovett or something like that." Monica said inbetween sharp breaths as she tried to control the pain. Olivia nodded and moved to Monica's second ankle when the name hit her. Dr. James Lovett was wanted for the rape, torture, and murder of two girls in New York City. The case had gone cold a long time ago, about 4 and a half years, her and Elliot had worked on it but the man had a way of vanishing into thin air. She realized she had just stumbled across one of the most sadistic rapists in the state. She tied the other half of the towel around Monica's leg and stood up. She wasn't going to tell Monica who James was or how she knew of him, that wouldn't be very helpful right now.
"Do you know if they have Elliot and Krista?" She asked and put her hands on her hips, she sighed softly at least now the wounds would stop gushing blood. They wouldn't stop completely but it gave them a few hours before Monica absolutely needed to get some medical attention.
"I think they do but I'm not sure..." Monica got to her knees and tried to stand up, Olivia got down and quickly grabbed her arm and helped her stand, she screamed out in pain and lost her footing and fell into Olivia, "FUCK!" She fell back down to her knees and started to cry the pain was terrible, "I casually mentioned that I couldn't find my two friends and next thing I knew she had a gun trained on me...I backed into a doorway that I think leads into a basement and the next thing I knew some one had slashed my ankles. James carried me in here and laid me on the floor, he said he didn't want to ruin the carpet in the rest of the house." Olivia nodded and looked at the blood that was puddled on the hardwood floor.
"Which door leads into the basement? Do you remember?"
"Yeah but don't you think we should find a phone first? Or you at least..." Monica looked down at her feet and then back to Olivia.
"Did you even see a phone anywhere around here?" Olivia asked when she heard voices outside, she quickly got down under the window where she heard the voices and pulled her gun out. Monica laid back down and closed her eyes. The voices got closer and Olivia was able to hear what they were saying.
"I put the key under the mat," Liz said as they passed the window that Olivia was under, as they moved she slowly moved keeping her body pressed to the wall so they wouldn't see her, "But I always leave a window open just incase."
"Damn it," Olivia whispered and then got down and crawled over to Monica, "I'm going into the hall but I have my gun so when they come in I'll ambush them." Monica nodded slowly but didn't open her eyes. Olivia put a hand on her shoulder for a moment before slipping out into the hall and into darkness. She hid around the corner and waited, there was some more chattering from Liz and she heard them both crawl in through the window.
"What the..."
"Fuck?" Olivia said turning the corner and aiming her gun at the both of them, James laughed and looked at Liz who quickly pulled her own gun and trained it on Olivia. "Drop it, now."
"I don't think so," Liz replied and pointed the gun at Monica's head, "You drop it or I shoot her. Plain and simple." Monica's eyes opened and she looked at Olivia, pleading with her eyes for the woman to drop the gun.
"Liz you don't have to do this, we can all walk out of here, no one has to die." Olivia said slowly but she didn't lower her gun. Liz looked at her and shrugged before pulling the trigger, the bullet entered Monica's left shoulder, just above her heart. Monica screamed and grabbed at her chest, as if she wasn't in pain already. Without thinking about it Olivia dropped her gun and got down to Monica. She picked up the second blue towel she had dropped in there and started to apply pressure to the bullet wound. "Monica, Monica, stay with me..." Olivia said completely ignoring the fact that she now had a gun aimed at her head.
"Get away from her or I'll shoot you too." Liz demanded and Olivia looked at Monica, her eyes were starting to glaze over, this was it she had lost too much blood.
"Save yourself..." Monica whispered and put her hand over Olivia's, "Tell Krista I love her and I'm sor..." before she could finish her eyes rolled back in her head and she drew in her last breath. Her body relaxed and so did her head. Olivia took in a deep breath and a tear rolled down her cheek, she quickly wiped it away and stood up, backing away from Monica's lifeless body.
"So...you know Krista huh?" James said as he approached Olivia, "She's a pretty little thing, or at least she was." He looked over to Liz and they both started to laugh. Another tear spilled down Olivia's cheek and she wiped it away angrily. She had given up her gun to help Monica, and now Monica was dead. She was in the hands of a rapist, a sadist, and a murderer, she wasn't sure what to do now.
