Disclaimer: I do not own the characters to the Power Rangers. They are owned by Saban Entertainment. I do, however, own Sean, Brian, Marcus, and Daniel.
The door was almost in each. Just as the finger tip was about to touch them, a sharp pain entered his back between the shoulder blades. The blade was sharp enough and thrown hard enough to plunge though his body and enter the heart. Poor soul emitted a low groan before his body collapsed onto the ground with a heavy thud.
Unable to see what had happened, Kimberly feared the worst after hearing the harsh words that followed.
"You killed him! You bastard!" screaming out loud. A rapid patter of foot steps and a crash must have meant that Damon and Sean were in the hallway having a scuffle. Bodies were being slammed against the walls, rattling the frame work.
What was happening that Kimberly could not see was Damon wrestling Sean down onto the floor. Pinned down by his fury, Sean was dealt blow after blow from his former accomplice to his face. Nose was soon broken and a tooth was knocked loose.
A body lay near the front door, blood pooling up through his shirt. It was hard to tell at first until it began to ooze out onto the floor. Sitting there, terrified out of her skull, continued to listen to the scuffle nearby, fearing that all was lot, they might kill the rest of their hostages.
"Why? How could you do that?" Damon yelled, clutching the collar of Sean's shirt
"He was a coward," Sean replied coldly, "I'll do the same to you if you decide to run away as well." He really wasn't in a position to make any threats but both of them knew that all was lost at this point. Police were most certainly coming and Damon wanted to get out, now.
The two stared at each other for several tense seconds, then Damon let go. There was to be no killing on his hands, even if that meant Sean.
"I'm getting out of here. You are not going to stop me. I'm going home and tomorrow I'm going to the police and telling them all about this. You will go to jail for the rest of your life." Damon said moving towards the front door.
"You will go with me as well," Sean replied, getting back onto his feet.
"So be it. But I won't have murder added to my list," Damon spat back.
Suddenly, there was a noise from outside, and everyone jumped. A car was coming or going. Wasn't sure exactly, but it was a car for sure.
"It's the cops!" Sean yelled, picking up the diary and rushing towards the back door. Little coward was running like a scolded dog. Both of them ran, leaving the prisoners alone and a golden chance to escape to which they capitalized on.
It was just a short distance to the laundry room, but by the time they reached it, Damon was hyperventilating from the excitement. They came up to the door and he was led to believe they were running. At last, freedom. To get away from this night mare. Instead, Sean locked the dead bold and began to stack up boxes and anything movable into place to barricade it. His heart fell into his stomach, Damon began to panic and grow furious.
"No! No, you fool" he screamed, trying to remove what Sean had placed, "We need to get out of here."
"No," Sean replied coldly, "I will not give it up!"
"You damn fool! Don't you get it? It's over! We lost. The police are coming for us as we'll get the needle for this. We killed a man!"
"Then run then, if you are a coward. I will not give it up."
The two of them argued over the course of action while Kimberly began to tug at her restraints. They were tight, but her tiny wrists, slippery from blood, managed to slip though them with considerable pain.
Finally free of her bonds, Kimberly promptly tore off her blind fold to see the horror that she did not wish to witness. Blood and Brian, poor soul, still in his chair, body slump to one side. Turning to see Tommy, he was there, and a horrid sight.
"Tommy?" she whispered out to him as she went over and kneeled by his side. Removed the blindfold, she held up his head by his chin. All he could reply was a low moan. Both eyes were purple and swollen shut.
"Oh, god," tears formed in her eyes looking at her boyfriend, "Don't worry. I'll get you out of here." Ropes around his wrists were too tight. Must have not wanted Tommy to escape. He was a bigger risk to them than her or Brian. A set of knives on the counter was her only choice to cut them. The floor was slippery, and she nearly lost her footing a couple of times, but she made it, pulled out a small, smooth blade, and returned, slicing off the ropes and helping Tommy's massive frame up.
"You're going on a diet," trying vainly to crack a joke. With knife still in hand, the two progressed towards the front door. Now was their chance to escape. The bonds of their captors had been broken, both internally and externally. Coming up to the body of the slain Marcus, she looked at it and turned up her lower lip. Little bastard. Not uttering a word of remorse or anger, they stepped over him and opened the front door. By the time they made it out onto the patio, a police cruiser was just pulling up. Perfect timing. Two officers immediately stepped out, pistols drawn.
Kimberly became alarmed, "Don't shoot!" Kim screamed with one hand raised, holding up the knife. Her blood ran cold and body seized up on the walkway as the officers shouted to drop the knife. After a moment, she did and the officers took them in.
"They are still inside," she told them, "We are the hostages, the burglars are still inside." The officer in charge, Swanson, radioed in for back up and an ambulance as he took the two to his cruiser. Officer Gold watched over the house with them. No one could be seen from out here. It was a stand off. Swanson and Gold could not go in. They did not know how many were in there, armed or not.
Two more cruisers arrived promptly. Under Swanson's direction, they began to surround the house. Two of them teamed up with him and Gold, while two more officers took to the rear to cut off a retreat. Precious moments were lost by the time officers arrived and gained access, but to Kimberly, it didn't matter. An ambulance finally came soon after.
"Tommy goes first," she told the technicians offering him up. Even they gasped at the terrible condition he was in and feared the worst but dare not to speak of it in person. It took three of them to lift his powerful phyipic onto the stretcher and into the vechile. Wounds were cleaned and bandages applied in preparation for movement. She tried to get onboard, but they refused her entry. No room, she would have to stay behind for a second ambulance was on the way. Shutting up the doors, Kimberly watched sullenly as the wagon rolled away. Tears in her eyes, she waved lightly at Tommy but he could not see her.
"Ms. Hart," Officer Swanson came up from behind, with a wool blanket in hand. He drapped it over her shoulders and had her sit down in the back seat of his cruiser while the area bustled with activity of all sorts. Patrolmen and paramedics went to and thro. Someone came by to take a look at her wounds. Nothing too serious at the moment, but they wanted to take her to the hospital to be sure, but before she left, Officer Swanson had some news, "Just how many buglars were there?" he asked writing into a small pad of paper while she was being placed onboard.
"There were three," she replied lowly, tired, dirty, and near defeat.
"and how many hostages were there?"
"Three as well," holding up three fingers from her battered left hand, "Why?"
"We captured one of them in the backyard."
There was a great sigh of relief. One of them. But whom? She couldn't ask for their was a burst of activity coming from the house that needed his attention.
"But wait," she yelled, "What about my mother? She's not home"
"We'll notify your mother. Don't worry." Swanson said, "Get her out of here."
Lurching on, the ambulance was a bumpy experience as the technicians applied their bandages and radioed in to the hospital. All the while, she was doing the math in her head. Brian was dead, Marcus as well, plus one was captured, that meant three, then there was Tommy and herself, that meant five, one was missing. Whom? Bet it was Sean, he was a slippery eel….