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Stockholm Syndrome Redux
While Theo is star gazing:
Miley is busy doing something she's not sure whether Theo will approve of. She's cooking. Why?
If Jake taught me anything, its that food makes people happy. If Teddy's happy, I'm safe.
If Teddy's happy, I'm safe.
If Teddy's happy I'm safe.
If Teddy's happy I'm safe.
(Faint crash)
I turn down the heat and let the onions simmer. I begin to think
(Muffled scream)
I hope Teddy likes it. He has to be hungry. So am I, but that doesn't matter. All that's matters is.
(Clamouring)
What was that? Oh hell, it's probably just Teddy's business.
(Violent Bumping)
Besides this' probably Teddy's place. Teddy'll protect me anyways. He has to.
(Closer bumping)
I can't help but wonder, about Teddy. Complex yet I can't help but feel so…so…
So curious about him. And thankful. And maybe…
Just maybe…
Whoa Miles, not yet…
How do I know Teddy really…
(click click, click click)
What on earth?...
click click
Teddy?
Creek (the door lock and knob bending)
Who's there…
"Honey, I'm home," a muffled and very unfamilitar yet sinister voice.
"Hey!" Miley screamed.
"Aarrgh," the muffled voice continued.
"Teddy!" shrieked Miley.
Boom
The sound proof door is violent ripped off its hinges as the locking mechanism is literally twisted off and the knob is pulled out completely.
"Teddy can't help you now, Stewart."
Miley sees the over six foot tall monster in front. The 'courier'
"Get OUT" Miley tries ending with a scream.
But the courier just lunges himself at Miley.
Miley, braver than she was at any time since the ordeal started, scrambled back to her counter.
Taking the bottle of cooking wine, she was just using, by its neck, Miley swung it down and broke it on the man's neck as he lunged for her center of mass.
No effect.
The courier tackled Miley and got hold of her and used his terrible tree trunk arms to wrap Miley in a bear's squeeze. All the while being high on PCP, the courier speaks, threatening Miley.
"F-k you Miley, I wanna rip you up…"
It was a miracle that Miley's body wasn't broken there and then.
"HEEEEEELP!"
On her way down, Miley knocked over the pan. Miley now saw another way.
She grabbed it and shoved the still hot metal base into the courier's neck.
Despite the loud and terrible scream in pain, this only weakens the courier's resolve temporarily.
He then rolls on the floor 360 degrees, taking Miley with him, disarming her and now free to start dry humping her, while the sheer weight of his body on top of hers was suffocating Miley.
'In' and 'out'
'In' and 'out'
Miley felt hard and violating thrusts of the courier's member being buried into her most feminine area, aggravating her body in the most egregious of ways and slowly destroying her.
Miley was powerless to do anything. And her screaming expletives didn't help either…
"Teddy…" Miley tried one last time.
All the meanwhile…
Theo scrambled down the stairs to find the cook almost imprinted against the wall. The cook's body completely broken by full body violence from a person physically dominant over him. The cook's hands barely registered any signs of resistance; such was the strength of the courier. His neck snapped like a twig and blood coming out of his ears.
Theo's horror lasted half a second…then he heard Miley's scream…
"Teddy…" Miley tried one last time (from before).
Thoughts raced a mile a minute for Theo…
He turned the corner and rushed in…
The scene of Miley being mercilessly violated and broken had met Theo's eyes.
Theo's POV.
Theo's sees all and can't look away.
That sight had slammed rage into me so powerful it almost threw me back.
Never had I or will I feel this enraged like over anything in my whole life. That I am sure.
I feel my chest puff up and my nostrils flare as I seethe with pure, unholy rage.
No one crosses my family and lives.
No one breathes wrong on my family's asset without paying.
No one HARMS MY girl and LIVES.
(This POV moment took but a second)
Theo sprints to Miley's rescue.
He draws his gun, points it to a point in the back of his head, making sure the bullet won't hit Miley when it goes through.
Click
Failure to fire. (The gun failed to fire)
Unfortunately, the man stopped only to try to turn around to confront Theo.
Thinking quickly, I take a few steps back, thankful that he's now coming after me. I look to the right of me I see…
The man struggles to get up.
A chair. A very heavy, thick and solid, one piece dense metal chair.
Still so enraged, I pick it up with one arm by one of its legs, not noticing it weighs at least 25 lbs.
The courier is on his knees. Miley just continues to struggle.
I now have both hands on two legs of the chair. Both because my hyperactive had temporarily waned along with the initial rage, and I wanted to get a good aim so I could…
CRUNCH (CREEK).
I use both hands to slam the whole weight of the chair against the courier's head neck and shoulder area with so much force that it took all my strength to fight the recoil of the metal twisting.
That's right you heard me, the force and impact were so hard it mangled this heaviest of duty chair into an unusable wreck of twisted scrap metal.
Yet, the courier doesn't fall.
Hell he hardly flinches.
He just pauses and with a vengeful roar, gets up on both his feet and turns around.
At full height and strength.
This wasn't a man. This was a beast.
I'm stunned, but I ready myself for another blow, but he was having none of it. He sidestepped my second swing and threw my chair away.
He then picked me up and threw me back against a wall.
Theo is released and thrown but not by much against a wall, but he recovers in time to literally catch the courier's right hook punch that came to him right after.
Theo remember's his MCMAP training and begins to subdue the courier by fighting and subduing his right arm with the whole of his left arm, with the muscle between his shoulder and forearm obviously supremely difficult because of the courier's strength.
The courier's strength coming from the PCP. Mine coming from the soul.
All I could think about was Miley.
The more I thought about her and how her life was now truly in my hands, the more I was winning the struggle.
I had gotten the courier to his knees.
The courier had answered my wish as he looked up high enough for me to see his drug fuelled strength showing itself. Also high enough so I could…
Bam.
Give the courier the most forceful downward right hook I could. This aggravates my arm injury like nothing else. Yet not even in war, with superman's arm, would I ever thought it was possible to hit that hard. Yet something inside of me drove me to do it.
For Mil…I mean for the package…the family, the money, of course.
The courier goes down and I look towards Miley. She's just crawled up on her butt with her arms around her knees, sobbing uncontrollably yet watching both of us closely.
I look and feel complete empathy and wish to do something for her.
This distraction is all the courier needs. He gets up and in an instant turns the table on Theo, picking him up by the body and this time…
(Crash! shatter)
slamming him full force through a wall window without letting him go. Unmercifully, the courier does this in a way that rams his already previously injured arm full force into more glass, taking extra care to ram it extra hard against the steel barrier behind the now broken glass.
The pain of my injured arm is absolutely excruciating and violently merciless as I am thrown and ready to be finished off. The sheer pain alone would cause any mortal man to scream and give in to unconsciousness.
But not me. I cannot find the fuel to scream. I don't have time to scream.
The courier now stumbles back and turns around…he's going after Miley again.
I glance at Miley's face as she sees what is about to happen to her.
"YELP!"
Miley's loudest yelp yet. I can't stand it anymore.
Theo's surreal psychological POV in slow motion.
Her angelic face and exasperated eyes shoots out one last cry to me.
It reaches the depths of my soul, the core of my being, and God pulls every last restraint that He had given me for this one moment.
I am now superhuman as I pull myself out of the window and grab a nearby fire extinguisher with my bad arm. Blood gushing, yet was feeling nothing but resolve in every fibre of my body, I took it and with both grips…
Slam the bottom of the fire extinguisher to the back of the courier's head with everything I had and more that I will never have again.
CLUNK
Theo's regular POV.
This stops the courier. Cold. He drops to his knees as the sound of his neck being crushed in one superhuman blow reverberates beyond the room.
Blood starts trickling out of the orifices in his head.
I then look at Miley who can't take her eyes off of me. Every feeling that I have for Miley now drives this last decisive action.
Theo roars his loudest as mad with rage he then…
SLAM-CRUNCH
uses both arms to swing the fire extinguisher, from over his head, downwards, releasing the force of his might and the elongated tubular part of the extinguisher against the top of the couriers head.
The resulting force is so powerful it almost, just almost, ruptures the tube of the extinguisher, risking a mess of flame retardant everywhere and anywhere on the floor.
But the true results spoke for themselves as the force literally breaks in his skull, breaks every neck bone, making the courier's neck only half as thick and long as it once was.
Such was the rage Theo had.
The courier falls forward as blood now gushes out of his eyes, but especially his nose.
Theo gives one short final yell to no-one. Releasing his primal strength and ridding himself of the hate and rage.
He drops the extinguisher.
As I come down from my rage induced high, the experience is surreal. My perspective on what I am seeing is blurred to the point of delirium. Much like the aftershock of a roadside bomb goes off, it rings in my ears.
I turn and see Miley. Dazed and out of tears, she too is recovering from this, yet doesn't know what to do.
She just gets up and says ever so sweetly…
"You're arm's bleeding again"
Silence, yet Miley continues towards Theo.
"Jake couldn'tve have ever done that for me."
At once my composure suffers a crippling blow.
It wasn't supposed to be this way
(sniff) Miley's, such a brave and courageous girl
(sniff, sniff) The fact that I could bring this to her…
I look composed and give Miley a reassuring look as her eyes asks me to hold her.
Like that's gonna help.
Yet I have no more inside me.
At that moment Miley slowly stumbles toward Theo. She opens her arms and embraces Theo. Theo very slowly rocks her toward the nearby twin sized bed. Sitting down, Theo holds her while she collapses into a deep sleep. Theo would hold her for the whole night.
Theo thinks it's because she needs him. She needs somebody.
Yet at the same time, Theo knew that at the same time Miley wanted to tell him that…
It's alright…it's ok. It's not your fault.
Theo replied: Never again. I'll be here for you. From now onwards.
They were too far gone tonight to use words.
Yet the silence between them speaks volumes.
"Maybe one day you'll wake up and this'll just be a dream"
That is the last thing Theo would say to Miley out loud for today.
Yet for what it will be worth from now on, neither realized that Theo hadn't covered any part of his face. Miley saw all of Theo. Miley and Theo hadn't yet begun to notice that for the first time.
As of now and forever more, they understood each other.
Author's Note: From next chapter onwards I will be writing in a cinematographic style. This is because as a guy I can only write about a girl's POV to a certain point. So just sit back and enjoy the 'movie' I promise quality and style will only increase because of this. So keep reading.
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