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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 Sixteen
"Cop? What the hell are you talking about cop?" Kiles asked, his voice rising in fear and concern, his eyes darting around the camp, things quickly swimming out of control for him.
"Just what I said, he's a fucking cop you idiot!" Andrews fumed as he ripped the keys to the cage out of Kiles' hand and began unlocking the cell, "His name's Starsky, Detective Sergeant David Starsky, homicide division." Andrews explained as he pulled open the heavy metal door.
"Nice to see you again Raymond T." Starsky hissed wearily, knowing that this case was coming to a close, one way or another, it was nearing an end, he only hoped that Hutch would get himself out safely, and not endanger himself any further. He prayed that the tall blond already knew that their cover was blown and he was going for help.
"He's got a real soft spot for niggers too!" Andrews spewed as he walked up to the brunet, pulling back his leg and delivering a vicious blow to the dark haired man's side, " 'specially dead ones!" He laughed as he knelt next to Starsky, listening to him cough and gasp for breath. "How's 'bout it Starsky? Gonna tell me where Hutch is?" he asked, resting his forearms on his bent knees.
"Go fuck yourself!" Starsky heaved as Andrews fist connected with the side of the brunet's face.
"Andrews…this ain't good…I wasn't plannin' on taking down no cops…Jews or not!" Kiles stammered as he nervously.
"I've waited 2 years to pay you back for ruining my reputation in the department." Andrews continued to concentrate his rage on the man before him, "You know they won't even consider me for promotion because of your accusations…?" He whispered ominously. "Sure, sure, I was cleared of any wrong doings, but I still have that mark on my record. Shit, my new department won't even let me go out on patrol on my own! Their afraid I may beat the crap out of some nigger thanks to you!" The young blond officer spoke, his voice lowering, seething with anger. "So tell me Starsky, how they treatin' you in here? Same as all the other fucking Jews I take it?" Andrews spoke as he took his right hand, grabbing a fistful of the curly man's hair, slamming his head onto the concrete ground with a satisfying bounce.
"This is all your fault Andrews!" Kiles shouted at the man who was oblivious to his ranting, "you shoulda been here to check him out…I knew this would happen!" The panic in Kiles voice became more and more evident, "This was all your idea, I knew I shouldn't of believed you! I'm out of here…you're on your own! I want no part of burning a fucking cop, Jew or not man, that'll get you the death penalty in this state!" Kiles shouted as he turned and ran across the courtyard, on his way to God knows where.
Andrews looked up at Rigsby and Hudson, who were both frozen, staring at Kiles as he ran off. "Don't just stand there! Help me get him to the conditioning room!" He demanded as both men squirmed their way into the small cell, awkwardly maneuvering themselves into position, each of them grabbing the detective on both side of him, lifting him up and half dragging, half carrying him towards the building in the back while Andrews followed from behind.
They roughly drug him up the side stairs, his knees and shins hitting the planks hard as Starsky tried in vane to move his legs protectively.
Once they disappeared through the doorway, Hutch knew he was safe to make his move, the first of many.
Slithering his way through the shadows, Hutch made his way to the row of cells, hunkering down near Billy's cage.
"Psst!" He attempted to gain the boy's attention that up till now was fixed on the happenings surrounding him. "Billy…it's okay, it's me Ken…um, I mean Kent." He whispered intensively.
Billy looked around, his face void of any color, his eyes wide in terror and fear. "T…they t…t…took him…they're really gonna hurt him this time…" Billy stammered. "You gotta help him…go…now….he needs you!" The young boy pled, his eyes begging with Hutch.
"Look, it's okay, were gonna be okay…I need your help okay?" Hutch asked, dipping his head in emphasis, his brow furrowing. "Think you can help me Billy?"
"I'll…I'll try…" he vowed as his big brown eyes looked at Hutch, tearing into a piece of the tall blonde's heart. "What ya' need?"
Hutch threaded his hand through the bars of the cell, handing Billy a set of keys. "When the coast is clear, I want you to get yourself out of here and run as fast as you can, don't look back, just keep running. I want you to meet me behind the supply shed." Hutch explained as his eyes darted around him, keeping an eye on his own surroundings. "I'm getting my friend out of here, and I promised him, I'd take you with us…" Hutch smiled. "Think you can do that Billy?"
"Y…yes Sir…" Billy stuttered, feeling Hutch's ice blue orbs boring into his soul.
"Billy, you don't have to call me Sir." Hutch said softly, "You can call me Hutch."
"Yes Sir." The boy said out of habit more then anything causing the tall blond to snort in laughter.
"We'll work on that." Hutch stated as he looked back at the building, pulling a gun from his waistband, checking it, and then replacing back into position.
"Where'd you get that?" Billy asked in amazement, part of him feeling safer already.
"When was the last time you saw Montag around here?" Hutch pointed out, Billy nodding in understanding.
"Cool." Billy whispered in complete admiration for his tall blond idol.
Hutch took one last look around, canvassing the area before looking over his shoulder at the caged boy. "Okay Billy, don't forget, I want you behind the supply shed, wait there, I promise I'll be there as soon as I can, you got me?" Hutch made the directions very clear.
"Yes Sir." He spoke without thinking, dipping his head and looking up at a smiling Hutch, "Sorry…" he said sheepishly.
With that Hutch ran off, headed towards the building that housed his partner, his best friend, his other half. He knew that he needed to get Starsky and run, he had no idea what kind of condition his friend would be in, but he knew that it would be largely up to him to get both of them to safety.
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Starsky was tossed into the room, falling to the floor, instinctively throwing down his hands in front of him, to protect himself. Rigsby and Hudson looked at one another and then over at Andrews, who with a flip of his head, ordered the two out of the room, an order that they obeyed immediately. They left, closing the door securely behind them. Andrews walked around Starsky's form, kicking his calves, enjoying the groans that escaped the brunet's mouth.
"Well ain't you a sight for sore eyes!" Andrews noted, "I've been dreaming of this day for 2 long years."
Starsky gazed remained fixed on the floor, "Well I wouldn't go gettin' too excited if I was you. It ain't over yet." Starsky gasped, still fighting to catch his breath, scrunching his eyes together tightly, fighting through the pain, and trying to get the room to stop spinning.
"You look like shit!" The blond uniformed officer stated as he felt a certain surge of excitement run through his veins. "Tell me boy, were they a little rough on you?" He reached down and grabbed a fistful of Starsky's hair, pulling his head back, stretching his neck.
Starsky swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he tried to blink through the nausea that was swimming through his body.
"Yeah, well you ain't so hot yourself," Starsky spat, closing his eyes tightly just in time to feel a hard slap across his face, his head snapping to the side.
"Where's your fucking partner smart ass?" Andrews demanded answers; his voice rising in anger as he slowly began to loose control.
Starsky remained on his knees, his elbows now resting against the floor, his breathing increasing even more. He slowly lifted his head to meet Andrews gaze. His face was pale, the sweat glistening off his skin, being highlighted by the light from the slowly rising sun shining through the window. His right eye was bruised and swollen, his lip split and fat. His body screamed in agony with even the slightest movement that the brunet tried to make.
"Fuck you!" Starsky spewed defiantly as Andrews walked over to him, the officer's face flushing in anger, balling up both of his fists, prepared to make the insubordinate man pay for his disobedience.
Starsky gasped deeply, struggling to slow his breathing, trying to prepare himself for the pain that was about to be inflicted on him. He closed his eyes, mentally readying himself as he heard a third voice bellowing from inside the room, a voice he recognized, a voice that he often turned to for comfort.
"Step the fuck away from my partner Andrews!" Hutch's voice resonated throughout the room, the tone of his voice sending a chill even through Starsky's body.
Andrews turned slowly, his heart sinking as he came face to face with the barrel of the gun. Just on the other side of the gun was a very angry detective, with nothing but pure hatred in his gaze. Hutch glanced over at Starsky, his heart aching as he saw his partner's battered and weak form. "You okay Starsk?" He asked, quickly returning his attention to the shaking, vile man that stood before him.
"M'fine." Starsky gasped, spitting the excess blood from his mouth onto the floor, looking up at his partner, "What the hell took you so long?" He tried to joke, attempting to crack a half smile, but finding that it caused him too much pain, cringing, he rolled back into himself attempting to roll away from the pain.
"Thought this was a private party," Hutch quipped back lightly, "Think you can walk?" The tall blond continued to question his friend.
"Yeah, sure…if you think you can get this room to stop spinning." Starsky informed Hutch of his own condition and feeble state.
Hutch took two large steps towards Andrews, the look in his face causing the man to tremble where he stood. "L…look Hutch, its not what you think…I wasn't gonna hurt him…" Andrews rambled nervously, "I…I…I was gonna help him, gonna get him out of here…"
"You son of a bitch!" Hutch spat, now close enough to make contact with his nemesis, throwing him up against the wall behind him, hearing the satisfying grunt of the air being knocked from him. "What kind of piece of shit cop are you, pulling this crap on a fellow officer? You're a disgrace to the badge!" He continued to fume as he felt an uncontrollable rage that began at his toes and quickly rose, exploding through his hands as he found himself punching the living daylights out of the man before him.
After several hits and brutal punches and once Andrews was on the ground, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, Hutch towering over him, raising a finger in warning. "Never mess with a man's partner." He concluded as he rushed to Starsky's side to assess his condition.
Hutch kneeled next to him, pulling his friend into his embrace, Starsky resting his chest against Hutch's chest, just enjoying feeling the contact again, "You're beautiful, you know that?" He sighed as he allowed himself to finally relax against the person he trusted most in this world.
"You're delirious." Hutch chuckled as he cupped his partner's face in support. "Let's get the hell out of here."
"What about the boy?" Starsky asked.
"Don't worry, he's waiting for us…I made a promise to you didn't I?" Hutch mentioned as Starsky smile, and then struggled to get to his feet with the help of the partner, using his jacket to grasp onto, pulling himself to a standing position. As soon as Starsky was on is feet, Hutch could feel the brunet sway back and forth, knowing that getting him out of here and to safety wouldn't be easy, but he'd manage.
They carefully made their way out of the room, Starsky leaning on his partner for strength and support as they slowly made their way down the stairs and across the yard, Hutch just hoping that Billy would be where he had instructed him to be…
To Be Continued…