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Dedication: To many of my friend's that inspire and sometimes push me to write…THANK YOU ALL!

Warnings: This one may be a bit dark at times and some scenes of torture lie ahead…The views of this story are in no way reflected by the author!

No Turning Back

Chapter Eleven

Jason finished his task and looked at the unconscious detective with disgust and disdain. He looked at his artwork and then over to one of his men, "Get him outta here, he makes me sick!" He ordered as the men jumped into action, untying the brunet, and holding him to keep him from falling out of the chair as Jason continued to instruct his men. "Hose him down, he's starting to stink." He finished as he left the room, and headed back towards his office.

The men continued preparing the prisoner, as they drug him, carrying him out if the office, his bent knees and legs dragging behind his limp form. They carried him out to the courtyard, and onto a large concrete slab in the middle of a wide opened space, his hands were shackled to tall iron poles, hanging him from his wrists as his knees rested against the hard surface.

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"What the hell do you want?" Montag spewed at the pre teen that had just burst into the room.

Billy looked around the room, his face paling as the perspiration continued to bead up on his skin.

Hutch quickly saw the gravity of the situation, and the shear terror on child's face as he took control of the situation. "I thought I told you to wait in my room!" He shouted in mock anger at the frightened boy. "You sure don't listen very good, now do you?"

N-n-no Sir…" he stuttered, quickly regretting his rash decision to find the tall blond after witnessing the horrific torture that the brunet had just endured.

The tall blond approached the young man, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and jerking him closer. "Now I want you to listen, and this time I want you to hear me…go to my room and wait there. I've got shit to do here, and this is no place for you to be!" He commanded as yet another man entered the room, looking at Montag.

"Kiles wants you, in the courtyard, now!" He relayed the message before quickly disappearing out of the room.

Montag looked at Hutch and the boy, seemingly satisfied with Hutch's handling of the situation, "I think you both better get back to your room. Why don't you escort Billy Goat here back to the dorm, I gotta go see what Jason wants." He stated as he headed for the door, holding it open for the two guests.

Hutch and Billy passed through the doorway, the tall blond still holding the boy by the scruff of the neck. As they continued down the hallway, Hutch looked around. Montag followed them a short way and then branched off, heading down another corridor.

Hutch bent slightly, whispering in the young man's ear, "What the hell were you thinking, coming in there like that, he coulda hurt you?" Hutch explained as he felt Billy starting to tremble under his hand. "What's wrong?" Hutch became quickly aware of Billy's desperation.

"It's that guy, the one you told me to keep an eye on…" His voice low and barely audible as he kept his eyes forward, "they hurt 'im…they hurt him really bad…" his voice trailed off.

Hutch felt his heart sink into the depths of his chest, "What you mean hurt him? What'd they do?"

"They had him tied to a chair…they hit him a couple times…" Billy tried to convey they events as they replayed in his mind.

"Go on…what else did they do to him, come one Billy tell me, is he okay?" The tone of Hutch's voice made evident the slight hint of panic as his voice pitched.

"T-t-then they took a knife…" Hutch stopped him in his tracks as his face paled with what he had just heard.

"They did what?" The tall blond asked in disbelief as his brow furrowed, his eyes darting around as his heart started to race anticipatorily. "Oh Jesus, no…" Hutch gasped as he started to push past the boy and out the door of the building.

Billy stopped Hutch by grabbing his wrist and tugging on it firmly, causing him to turn around sharply. "You can't go rushing out there…you'll get you both killed…he's okay, he's just hurt…don't screw this up." Billy warned as Hutch saw the wisdom in the young innocent boy's face as the curly haired boy's dark features penetrated his heart. This boy reminded him of someone very close to him, he was wise beyond his years.

Hutch paused and took a deep breath; nothing in his police training prepared him for this, to stand by and watch his best friend being tortured, and not do anything to stop it. He knew Billy was right, he knew that he had to be careful if he stood any chance of getting them both out of their alive. He looked around the hallway where they stood, and then back down at the young boy in front of him, "Okay, okay…lets get back to my room, we have to figure out a way outta here, and I'm gonna need your help to do it." Hutch noted as Billy opened the door and then looked back at him, over his shoulder.

"Listen, no matter what you see out here, just keep walking…don't react…we'll get him out of here, but you have to listen to me." He said quickly and then started to walk away, Hutch following close behind.

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Hutch and Billy walked across the compound, the smaller boy in front. Hutch tried to be inconspicuous as he scanned the camp, looking for weaknesses and possible escape routes. He noted that Billy's pace increased as Hutch needed to step up to keep up. He heard laughing coming from around the corner of a concrete wall, watching water as it trickled off a slab and into the dirt. The cool damp air brought a chill to the tall blonde's frame. He heard roars of laughter and whoops and hollers of joyous celebration as both males made it around the building.

Billy whispered a warning that Hutch that made the tall blond shudder, "Just keep walking, 'member?" he stated quickly as he was almost jogging at this point.

Hutch hopped to keep up, and then stopped immediately as he rounded the building, catching sight of his partner, suspended from to poles, chains harboring his red and swollen wrists. Several men surrounded Starsky as they used a high power hose to spray down his friend. Starsky shivered, his skin was a light shade of blue, his naked body hung, his knees barely touching the concrete slab below him. Hutch took a step toward him as he felt a tug on his shirt, looking down to see Billy's large brown eyes staring up at him, pleading with him to follow.

He looked nervously at his injured partner, down at the boy, and then back to his partner. He closed his eyes briefly as he whispered a silent prayer for Starsky and then followed Billy back towards his room. He fought with everything he had to fight off the urge to rush back to the concrete slab they had Starsky restrained on, wanting nothing more then to rip everyone of the miserable people that were hosing him down, limb from limb. He had to fight against his own will and his own heart as he tried desperately to keep his wits about him.

He tried to make eye contact with his partner, but Starsky's head was bowed, his eyes barely open. Hutch was just going to have to try for a better time to make contact with him, he knew Starsky needed him, needed his contact, his words, his support, and he needed it soon.

Reluctantly, he followed Billy back to the building that housed his room. Once inside, Hutch paced relentlessly, his mind racing at a fevered pace. Billy busied himself around the room, looking under the bed and in the small closet until he found what he was looking for, a change of clothes. He pulled them out, holding them neatly folded in both hands offering up to Hutch with a look seeking his approval.

"What's that?" Hutch asked the young man.

"It's a change of clothes, what does it look like?" Billy asked innocently enough. "There's more in the closet."

"What'd you want me to do with those?"

"Nothing stupid…I am…" Billy answered, reminding Hutch of the way he and Starsky always indulged in playful banter. "I'm gonna sneak them to your friend, at least he can where them for a while, help him warm up a bit…they'll take them away when they find him in 'em, but at least he it'll help for a while."

Hutch felt himself drawn into the child's innocence and good nature, wanting to help, to make someone's life, someone he didn't even know, easier…then the reality set in…what if he was caught, it was too dangerous, and even Starsky himself wouldn't want that.

"I can't let you do that Billy, it's too dangerous." Hutch protested as Billy headed for the door.

"Nah, it aint nuthin', I've done this before, don't worry…I know what I'm doing." He explained before disappearing quickly, before Hutch had a chance to object any further.

Hutch fought the urge to follow the young boy, worried about his partner, but also worried about endangering the one person in this camp that was trying to help him. This child was risking his life to help Starsky, he was doing more then even the tall blond was doing, and that realization struck Hutch hard, nearly bringing him to his knees in desperation.

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Billy carefully made his way downstairs and to the brunet. Starsky lay in a heap in the corner of the cell, his body jerking violently, shivering from the cold and twitching from his injuries. Billy heard his labored breathing and his heart seized in sorrow for the man. The young boys mind wandered back to his father, his memories flooding back as his eyes filled with water, as he recalled the way the men beat and tortured his father, trying to break the once strong and proud man that was Billy's idol. He remembered the look in his father's eyes as he succumbed to their demands, complying with their wishes as they held Billy in front of him, threatening to slice his throat if his father didn't obey. He remembered them continuing to condition and abuse his father until the man had nothing left, no strength, no free will, no dignity. He reached his small hand through the bars of the cage, trembling as he tapped the brunet on the shoulder, earning him a subtle grunt from the injured man.

"Pssst…hey Mister…wake up…I brought you some clothes." Billy whispered, trying to sooth Starsky into consciousness.

Starsky's head moved slightly from side to side, his skin glistened with moisture as he lay on his back, face up. Billy poked his shoulder a little harder.

"Come on Mister, wake up. You need to put this on…" Billy threaded a shirt and a pair of pants through the cell bars, laying them next to the waking man.

"…utch…" Starsky groaned, swallowing hard, trying to push the pain and cold from every nerve of his body. "Hutch…" he repeated.

"Wake up…" Billy encouraged the brunet to continue his journey back to him, "Come on, you can do it…I got somethin' for ya." A slight excitement caused the tone of his voice to rise as he anticipated his awakening.

Starsky's eyes opened briefly, then closed just as fast, his dark lashes pressing hard against his cheek, trying desperately to will himself back into the painless world of darkness he was being unwillingly pulled from.

"I brought some food for ya' too." Billy added as he pulled a roll out of his jacket.

Starsky heard the word food and struggled harder to bring himself back, he was famished. He knew that food wood be vital in maintaining his strength. He groaned as he slowly rolled to his side, blinking rapidly as he tried to focus on the young man, staring at him sympathetically. The pain that he construed from the look on the youngsters face, tore at the detective.

He saw the clothes lying beside him, his trembling hand reaching for them, feeling elated by the feel of the flannel pants, and zippered, hooded sweat jacket that he pulled closer to his frigid body. His breaths came in short, quick gasps as he fought to control of it, along with his shaking body.

He slowly pulled on the flannelled, draw string pants, rolling on his side, and struggling to get them on. Billy watched him as Starsky grew more and more frustrated. He was finally successful barely pulling them up to his hips. He looked at Billy, his drawn and weary face showing his exhaustion and pain. His eyes locked with the boys as he looked at the shirt he still needed to maneuver.

Billy reached through the bars, motioning at the detective, "C'mere," he instructed him as Starsky grunted and struggled to scoot closer to the child. "Turn 'round." Billy continued to direct his new found friend. "The guards wont be back for several hours, I'll come back before their rounds and take these back, don't worry." Billy reassured him.

Starsky smiled in appreciation, only have of his mouth curled upward. "Thanks kid." He whispered as he complied.

The brunet groaned unintentionally as he turned his back on the boy, for him to help with his jacket. Billy gasped in horror as he saw Starsky's back, he threw the jacket over the curly haired man's shoulders, and held the arms for Starsky to slowly slip his arms through. His young face paled as he felt his stomach turning, unable to take his eyes off of the cruel wounds that they had inflicted on this man, simply because he wasn't one of them. As soon as the jacket was on, Billy set some bread and cheese down beside the detective and whispered. "I'll be back in a few hours, get some rest and eat." He patted him on the shoulder, carefully avoiding the area that appalled him so.

He rose quickly to his feet and ran off, back to report to the tall blond that was waiting for word. How was he going to take it when he told them what they had done to his friend's back?

To Be Continued…