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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 Fifteen
Hutch walked Starsky back to his cell, making it look like he was manhandling the prisoner as much as possible. Once they were at the row of cells, Hutch shoved Starsky against the cold bars, unlocking the door, pulling it open and shoving him inside. Much to Hutch's chagrin, his friend fell forward, landing on his knees, once again exposing the vile words that were carved across his back. The blond felt anger and nausea as he swallowed hard.
Starsky fought through the pain as his body and muscles screamed in protest at him, breathing through the agony. He looked into the cell next to him, seeing the tiny naked frame of little Billy, the boy's back to him, as he curled up into the fetal position trying to keep in some heat.
"Hutch." Starsky whispered as the blond leaned in closer.
"Yeah Buddy?" Hutch responded, looking around and being very thankful that the grounds at the camp were bare, no one out and about. He figured that everyone was trying to figure out what had happened to the electricity.
"Help me." Starsky gasped as he pushed the sweat jacket that had been left in his cell towards his partner. "Cover the kid up."
Hutch took one final look around, determining that the coast was clear, he pulled the jacket between the bars of Starsky's cell and threaded it through Billy's cage, spreading it out and covering the boy's small body completely.
"We…we gotta get him outta here Hutch, he t…tried to help me, I ain't leavin' him behind." Starsky stammered, the chill sinking it's sharp teeth back into the brunet's bones.
"I know he did buddy. He's been helping me too…I'll figure something out." Hutch spoke as he sat back, his rear hitting the concrete below him as he leaned slightly against the cold bars of their cruel confines. He drug his large hand down the entire length of his face, his mind racing as he started to think out loud.
"There's nothing around for miles, we're gonna need some supplies…" Hutch spoke, looking back at Starsky who was huddled up, tucking himself together tightly trying to increase his own body heat. "…and transportation,: Hutch continued, tipping his head at Starsky's leg, "…with your ankle like that, you wont get very far." He noted.
"Then leave me here, get the kid out and go get help." Starsky whispered, his voice quivering as his body followed suit, the cold digging in deeper.
"Forget it!" Hutch snapped sharpley, "There is no way, no way that I am leaving you behind…either the three of us make a break or we all sit tight." Hutch quelled any thoughts that Starsky might have about him leaving his partner behind.
"In…in the shed…" Billy's weak voice barely audible, interrupted the duo as both Starsky and Hutch focused on the quivering boy, lying in the fetal position, his head still covered by the jacket. "…t…t…there's a backpack…its…its under the supply pile…in…in the back…on…on the right…" Hutch craned his head, trying to hear the boy's quite words that were being spoken. "There…there's…a…cart…a motorized one in the garage…Andrews….uses it when he's…here."
Both detectives looked at each other, locking eyes in disbelief.
"What are you talking about Billy?" Hutch whispered, his eyes still looking around him, canvassing the area, making sure that no one was watching him or sneaking up on them.
"In the big metal garage in the back…there's…its like…a…golf cart thing…they keep the battery fully charged…it's ready to go…" the boy stirred slightly, trying to get more comfortable, "I hid a pack…in the shed…there's water…and matches…some snacks…a flashlight…first aid kit…"
"Billy, why'd you pack all of that?" Starsky asked as his eyes too, started to scan the area.
"I…I was gonna get my Pop outta here…but I was too late…they sold him too soon…and now he's gone…you guys are welcome to it." The wise teen spoke as he curled up even tighter.
Starsky moved closer to the walled bars of the cell, Hutch looked at the brunet. "I'm gonna go check it out." He explained as Starsky nodded in understanding, threading his arm through the bars and rubbing the boys' back comfortingly.
Hutch stood and rushed off, leaving Starsky there with Billy. "It's okay kid, we're gonna get you outta here, and then when we do…we're gonna find your Dad, I promise." Starsky vowed, the boys' body tensing up slightly under his touch.
"Sure…" Billy answered, his voice heavy with doubt and cynicism.
"I mean it Billy, Hutch and I are gonna get him back, I swear." Starsky swallowed hard, hoping that this was going to be one promise he would be able to keep. He couldn't stand the idea of letting this young man down. He knew what it was like to lose a father at that age, and to not have him around during the most formidable years. It had happened to him by circumstances beyond his control, and he wasn't about to let it happen to this young man that had tried to help him and ended up paying the ultimate price. "I promise." Starsky whispered as he let his head relax against the cold iron bars that separated them.
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Kiles stood in his office, two candles illuminating the small room. Montag was positioned right behind his boss, both arms crossed across his broad chest. Hudson, one of his other guards stood across the room, leaning against the back of a leather chair, his legs out in front of him, crossed showing a very relaxed demeanor.
"Just where in the fuck did Rigsby disappear too?" Kiles voiced his rhetoric question, "And why did he disappear right about the time the electricity went out?"
"You think he had something to do with it?" Montag asked.
"No stupid, but I think that one has something to do with the other." Kiles finished just a he heard a light knock on his door, bringing both Hudson and Montag to full attention. "Come in!"
The door opened slowly and a young blond man entered the room, in full police uniform, his badge displayed proudly on his chest. The man looked more like a boy then a mature male, old enough to be a police officer with the BCPD.
"Andrews, where in the fuck have you been? We've been expecting you for two days!" Kiles spewed as the nervous officer stammered in reply.
"I…I couldn't help it, my Captain had me putting in overtime on some fucking case about some niggers that where robbed at gunpoint, like I really give a shit about that!" Raymond T. Andrews fumed, as he stepped closer to Kiles. "I wanted to just shoot the motherfucker and be done with it, like I did the last time."
The room burst into a fit of laughter as they all seemed to share the same despicable hatred for other races, all of the remembering the time that Andrews shot an unarmed black man, claiming it was self defense. He was suspended while they investigated the shooting, eventually finding that Andrews was justified in fearing for his life after completing a high speed chase of a suspected armed robber. Starsky and Hutch both testified on behalf of the victim and both were devastated when IA had ruled in the young racists' favor, nearly taking out their own anger on the IA officer himself. From that time on Raymond T Andrews had been transferred to a different station, different precinct. Everyone in the Bay City Police Department knew that Starsky and the uniformed officer would never be able to work together again, not in this lifetime.
"Well I've got a crisis going on here, powers out, Rigsby's missing and I was right in the middle of a conditioning exercise. I can't keep having you straggle in and out, no consistency. I feel like I cant count on you anymore and I think it's time for you to make a choice, once and for all…us or them!" Kiles spewed as Andrews gaze darted between the men in the room nervously.
"You know I can't do that Jason, I need to stay on the force, besides, if I quit now, who would you get to run all your background checks and get you guys cleared for apprehending your victims?" Andrews protested.
"You think you're the only one on the force that is helping me out? There are more members of mine inside that force of yours then you realize." Kiles informed his charge. "Did you every get me the checks on the two new residents we have here?"
"No, I didn't, by the time I got your message, I was logged out, didn't want to arouse suspicion and risk compromising your operation here.
"Tell you what," Kiles stated as he made his way towards the door, "why don't you come with me, and I will introduce you to 1687, the new Jew on the block, you can have a little fun, and then I'll introduce you to my new an…he's really a straight arrow, I think you'll like him a lot. You two seem to be cut out of the same mold." Kiles finished as he headed out the door and down the hall.
"Sounds good, can't wait." Andrews concurred as he followed Kiles down the hall and out of the building.
Officer Andrews followed Kiles out into the courtyard; he had been down this road many times before. Kiles always liked Andrews to get to meet the new detainees so he could question them, get a physical description of them and then take it back to the precinct to run his checks on the new prisoners, as well as the new hires.
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Starsky was actually enjoying the quiet time that he and Billy had gotten. The brunet detective was able to provide and be some source of comfort to a boy that was severely lacking attention and positive affirmation. They made small talk, Starsky promising to help him out of the terrible lot that his life had become, Billy talking about his father and how much he missed him. Starsky realized that he had it easier…his father was dead, there was no chance or hope to see him again in this life time…Billy's father had been cruelly ripped from him, alive and breathing, but still unable to make or receive any contact at all. It was tearing that child up, but that remarkable boy continued to forge forward, hoping and dreaming for the day they would be reunited again. Starsky was amazed that the wise child, never gave in, never gave up. He was determined.
"12687…rise and shine, it game time!" Starsky heard Kiles voice bellowing from afar as he struggled to sit up.
He saw the fear in Billy's face as well as his body, tensing up, the color draining from his face completely. He didn't outwardly show fear, and if it weren't for Starsky's police training, he probably never would have been able to read the body language that the young man was exuding.
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Hutch found himself in a small shed as he frantically looked around until he saw the pile of food, water and other supplies. The tall blond headed straight for them, his head bobbing and weaving, examining the pile for signs of disturbance, signs of things being out of order, signs of what Billy had sent him there for in the first place.
Around the very back of the pile Hutch saw a lifted spot, just barely noticeable, but worth checking out. He stooped down low, one hand lifting the stack of supplies every so lightly, the other digging underneath, fishing and feeling for anything that felt foreign or out of place. His hand feeling a strap, latching onto it and pulling out from under the heap, sitting back down on his rear, he opened the zippers and started rifling through its contents.
3-bottles of water
4-packages of beef jerky
2-packs or trail mix
Small loaf of bread
1-small first aid kit
Matches
A small plastic tarp
Flare gun
2-Flares
Compass
Blanket
Hutch was impressed by the young mans planning, he had the essentials, and for now, that would have to do. The blond shoved the items back in the pack and slung it over his shoulder as he made his way out of the shed. He knew that Billy had originally planned on these items for just himself, but now it would have to supply the three of them, they would have to ration the contents, but Hutch believed they would suffice and if worse came to worse, he would give Starsky and Billy his share, he needed them the least. He quickly made his way out of the shed and over to the garage, wanting to check on the cart and make sure it had an ample supply of gasoline to take them as far away as possible.
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Billy pulled himself backwards into the very corner of his cell, bringing his knees up to his chest, trying to protect his space. Starsky watched him empathetically as he pulled himself to the front of the cage prominently; ready to protect Billy at any costs. The curly haired brunet first noticed Kiles, and then noticed the man following him, flanked by two more men on either side of him. His eyes widened in shock as he the man's face let way to the eerie shadows that had plagued him.
"What the fuck are you trying to pull here Kiles?" Andrews gasped in horror as the gravity of the situation struck him, "He's a fucking cop!"
Starsky instantly recognized the young officer as one that he had a run in with before, no stranger to his already racial biased opinions after the man had gunned down a good friend of his.
"You can be damn sure his partners around here someplace!" Andrews spewed as Kiles face turned red in anger.
To Be Continued…