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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!
A/N: This one is drawing to a close, just a few more chapters, I want to thank ALL of you that have been reading and reviewing through out. Feedback is important to a writer. Special thanks go out to my partner in writing, Brook, with out her, I may not even be writing right now, so thank you!
No Turning Back
Chapter Twenty-Five
The cab pulled down a small dead end road, a concrete barricade separated the car from a crowded sandy beach. The amount of people and traffic worried the two detectives more then anything else. If something were to go down here and they were forced to use their weapons, there was too much of a chance that innocent people would get hurt or even killed.
The cabbie looked over his shoulder at the two, speaking out of the corner of his mouth, "Well, here you go, I hope you two enjoy your visit here to San Diego, it really is a beautiful city."
Starsky and Hutch looked at each other in confusion, Hutch finally being the first to speak up, "I thought you were taking us to the border." He questioned.
The gray haired man picked up his clip board reading of his directions, "Pick up-Memorial Hospital Bay City…Drop off-South Mission Beach, San Diego. Nope, this is it alright…now if you don't mind, I gotta long drive back home. Enjoy your time here, lots of fun in the sun if you catch my drift?" He winked as Hutch reached for the door handle, looking over at his partner and then back at the driver.
The tall blond opened his door as Starsky did the same on his side, both men climbing out, Starsky taking more time and holding his breath frequently as his mind struggled to fight against his discomfort just to get through the next step. They both closed their door in complete unison as they looked at each other over the hood of the cab as it pulled away, leaving the two standing there dumbfounded.
They closed the space that separated them as they both scanned their surroundings. The boardwalk of the beach was bustling with young fit bodies, bikini and Speedo clad women and men, roller skating and riding bikes, some couples just walking hand in hand under the bright warm golden sun. Off to their right there was a small amusement type park with an old wooden roller coaster, the air was filled with the sound of the cars speeding over the noisy tracks, children and adults alike screaming with joy. Towards their left was a row of stores that sold everything from surf boards to bathing suits. Behind them was the beach, the powerful waves cresting and crashing down, just to slowly make its way to shore disappointingly, and then ebb back to the vast ocean it came from. They saw families and teens frolicking in the sand and wading in the water and playing games of Frisbee all along the shore line.
Looking back towards the road they had come from they saw a long stretch limo, ominously making its way through the intersection and onto the dead end road, coming towards them.
They watched the car come closer; Starsky's heart began to race. His body screamed in protest with each and every movement. He felt the sweat bead up on his forehead as he experienced something he rarely felt before, fear.
Just the thought of being back in their clutches caused the brunet to tremble, Hutch watched Starsky's reaction as he worried about his partner's ability to function under such duress.
The long vehicle made its way down the short and narrow road, pulling straight towards them before veering off and turning to the side, exposing the passenger door to the officers and continuing to pull forward until the door to the rear of the car was at their reach.
Hutch backed up one step, touching Starsky's arm and encouraging him back as well. The blond could feel Starsky's body shaking as he tightened his grip, more for moral support then direction.
The door opened slowly and all the detectives saw was a pale hand as it pushed it open further, then nothing. Hutch cautiously bent over, looking inside seeing Billy kneeling on the floor board, his hands tied behind his back, his mouth gagged tight, covered with duct tape, his eyes wide with fear and red from crying. The tall blond slowly closed his eyes, his pale lashes hiding the sadness he felt for Billy's circumstance, no should that age should have had to endure even half the trials and tribulations that this boy faced head on. He saw a hand appear to Billy's left, holing a pistol and pressing it roughly against the childs' temple and pulling back the hammer.
"Get in!" The faceless man spoke as Billy's eyes locked with Hutch's pleading for help and then shaking his head no.
Hutch knew immediately that Billy did not want Starsky or Hutch to get into the car; it was as if he had accepted his fate, but did not want the officers' blood on his hands. He shook his head no again as several tears broke free, traveling down Billy's bruised cheek.
"I wont ask you again Jew lover! Get in the fucking car!" The man spoke as Hutch registered the voice and recognized it as Kiles.
The blond again scanned their surroundings, knowing that any type of struggle here would probably lead to the end of Billy's life and probably bystanders that were simply there enjoying the beautiful sunshine that San Diego had to offer, all none the wiser that just a few feet away from there a volatile situation was unfolding.
Hutch stood up and looked at his partner, "Think you're ready for this Gordo?" he asked with deep concern.
"As okay as ready as I'll ever be…" Starsky mumbled quietly as Hutch put his hand on the small of his friends back and guided him into the limousine.
As they climbed in the black leather upholstered interior, Starsky's eyes quickly spotting Kiles as he attempted to sit on the opposite bench seat, just to have his collar grabbed and found himself roughly jerked to the seat next to Kiles. Starsky let out an unintentional shout of pain as he landed heavily on the bench next to the red head, earning a chuckle from Kiles.
"Miss me motherfucker?" Kiles hissed in Starsky's ear.
Andrews smiled approvingly as Hutch climbed in, hands up in front of him and was instructed to sit next to Andrews, the blond complied immediately.
Kiles kept the weapon at Billy's head as he shoved Starsky over across the seat and onto his side, patting him down roughly, checking for either wires or weapons. The brunet grunted several times when the man's strong hands hit him in just his already bruised areas. It didn't take long before Kiles ripped the weapon from the back part of the of his waistband, the metal from the weapon scratching his back painfully.
Andrews then did the same to Hutch, knowing that if one was carrying the other would be. Hutch tensed up and grimaced in extreme pain as Andrews hand came in contact with his bandaged shoulder, feeling the incision tear slightly as a warm fluid seeped from it. He quickly found the tall blonde's gun and confiscated it, handing it over to Kiles.
Andrews instructed Hutch to reach over and close the door, which he obeyed, sucking in air and holding his breath while his own body also protested certain movements, as the driver pulled away from Mission Beach, headed to a destination unknown. Hutch watched Starsky's face pale and he wasn't sure if it was due to his injuries or his fear that was creeping back into his soul.
The limo slowly pulled away from the boardwalk and headed back towards the freeway, slowly making its way through the heavy traffic and back to Interstate 5, once again headed south. Inside the car, the five people sat in silence as Hutch watched his partner and then looked at Billy who was still kneeling on the floor board, his hands behind him. Every time the car took a turn Billy would tip over landing on his shoulder or face, just to be roughly yanked upright again by either Kiles or Andrews, whoever got to him first. Both men appeared to enjoy the boy's futile attempts to stay upright, enjoying his defeat in more ways then one.
Hutch caved first, "Can't you just untie him and let him sit normally?" he begged his captors. "He's not a danger to anyone, just let him be?"
Both Andrews and Kiles let out a roar of laughter as Kiles kicked his foot out, intentionally knocking Billy violently over, the boy's head hitting the door with a thud.
Hutch noted Starsky's silent behavior, noting that under normal circumstances, he would be the one coming unglued by the treatment of this child, but the brunet sat there quietly, and just watched, completely expression list, only adding to the blonde's concern for his partner.
Kiles reached down and grabbed Billy's collar, jerking him back up on his knees. Reaching over with his left hand he brutally ripped off the tape along with any peach fuzz or facial hair and a little bit of skin from his lip with it. The young brunet boy bit his lip to keep from crying out, allowing his tongue to explore the areas that were now raw and bleeding.
Hutch closed his eyes his stomach wrenching in anger and turmoil as he felt nauseous, watching the behavior they were subject this mere child to. He knew that if he said more, Billy would probably be the one to pay the price, so he fought against his urge to scream out, swallowing his furor.
"M'okay Hutch…really…" Billy spoke as he locked eyes the tall blond. "Don't get 'im any madder at me…"
Kiles laughed heartily as he slapped Starsky on the back, taking his gun and pressing it cruelly into his cheek. Hutch's body tensed up as his brow furrowed as he fixed his gaze on the red-haired man as Kiles expression grew angry and curt.
"You 'member all the fucking fun we had together Jew boy?" he hissed, his hot breath radiating across Starsky's cheek, "Did you tell your white friend about all the good times?"
Starsky swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he fought to control the shudders. He looked down at his lap remembering how he was not allowed to make eye contact with them.
"Well didya?" Kiles repeated.
"N-n-no…" Starsky gasped trying to stop his shaky voice.
"No what, you son of a bitch?" Kiles spat angrily, the spray from saliva raining across Starskys face causing him to blink to protect his eyes.
"No S-s-sir." He stammered, closing his eyes feeling ashamed and defeated.
The brunet detectives mind rushed back to their conditioning sessions, feeling the pain and anguish all over again as he felt his emotions on the verge of erupting.
"Did you tell your friend about pissin' all over yourself?" Kiles laughed as he looked to see Hutch's expression. "Did you? Or were you too fucking ashamed of your weakness?"
"Leave it alone Kiles…save it for camp." Andrews instructed as Kiles let out one final laugh and then removed the gun from the brunet's cheek, again slapping him on the back.
Hutch sighed heavily as he sat back, showing his captor's that he did not intend to start any trouble. He looked back over at Starsky who was staring at him intently, expressing volumes to the blond with just one gaze and without speaking a word. Hutch knew immediately that no matter what happened, if it came right down to it and Hutch needed Starsky's help, Starsky would be more then capable of holding his own. Whatever turmoil and anguish was going on inside the brunet's head, he would put aside and be there to have his partner's back. A rush of relief washed over Hutch as he tried to look out the window to get his bearings on where they were actually headed to.
They continued in a southerly direction as they passed some factories and other large buildings. From best as he could tell they were still on the same freeway and headed to the border. Billy cleared his throat, earning him a glance from both Starsky and Hutch as he looked at them nervously. Andrews and Kiles made small talk about leaving the country after they had done away with at least two of their three captives. The still planned on keeping Billy to ensure his fathers behavior, and just for the fun of watching the insignificant Jew squirm. Billy wiggled around on the floor again, balancing from knee to knee uncomfortably.
"Excuse me…" His voice was soft and respectful as he asked for attention.
Andrews leaned in, "Whatta you want kid?" he asked meanicingly.
"I need to take a piss." The boy answered, his eyes staying focused on the floorboard of the car, avoiding eye contact with the men subserviently.
Both Starsky and Hutch looked at each other, hoping that if they stopped they would get the break they needed to make a move.
To Be Continued…