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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-Six
"You can pee y'rself just like your friend here for all I care." Kiles said angrily as he flipped his head towards Starsky.
"Please, I really need to go bad, I don't think I can hold it." Billy pled.
Andrews and Kiles looked at each other and then back at the boy as Andrews picked up a phone that was a way to communicate with the driver. "Find a place that is outta the way so the kid can shake his snake." Andrews spoke into the phone, and then hung it back up quickly as he looked at Kiles. "I don't know about you, but I don't wanna make the rest of this trip with piss all over the place." Andrews explained as Kiles shook his head in agreement.
"Can you take these off?" He asked, lifting his arms up as far as he could behind him.
Kiles leaned forward as he used a small silver key, unlocked the cuffs that bound Billy's wrists.
Billy brought both of his hands in front of him, rubbing his wrists gingerly trying to stimulate circulation. The limo pulled off the highway and onto a desolate side road as it continued on its winding journey. Billy had taken to sitting on the floor board of the car as it traveled over pot holed roads and dusty trails. Hutch looked out the window, noting how far they were traveling from any civilization as he began to get antsy. He wasn't sure if they were actually pulling off for Billy to relieve himself or if they were planning on making this Starsky and Hutch's last stop. He felt his heart rate begin to increase as they continued over rough terrain.
Looking up, his sky blue eyes locked with Starsky's cobalt blue orbs, letting him no that it was probably now or never. They needed to look for an opening and make their move. He saw a sense of understanding and acceptance in his unusually quiet partner, and for that he was thankful.
The car pulled off any type of road and onto flat dirt grounds. Hutch looked back and saw the road growing smaller and smaller in the distance the farther they got away from it. He noted how isolated the area was as the car slowly came to a halt. Hutch heard the front door opening and closing, and within seconds the back door opened as Kiles wasted no time in grabbing Billy and throwing him out of the car roughly, climbing out after him and then pointing his pistol back in the car at Starsky.
"Get out! I'm bored." He commanded as he attempted to drive fear into the traumatized detective.
Starsky glanced at Hutch nervously, swallowing hard and then back at the gun pointed at him.
"I wouldn't make him wait if I were you…" Andrews advised as a broad smile washed over his face, and he drew his own weapon out, pointing it at the blond.
Hutch's stomach leapt to his throat as he had to fight to control his urge to dive on top of Starsky, protecting him from Kiles bullet.
Starsky slowly moved towards the door as Kiles backed up, using both his hands and bracing them against the frame of the door to pull himself up. He groaned and gasped as he struggled with the movements, every muscle screaming at him in protest.
The other door open and a weapon was pointed in, aimed right at the tall blond detective as Andrews' spoke clearly. "Your turn…get out!" The ex-police officer shouted sternly as Hutch cautiously made his way out of the vehicle himself. Hutch, Andrews and the driver stood on the right side of the car as he looked over the hood of the stretch limo and saw Kiles, Starsky and Billy.
Kiles shoved Starsky sending him flying forward, causing him to trip and land on the ground on all fours. He panted heavily as he rode the wave of hot burning pain that tore through his entire body.
"Stay the fuck down on all fours like the fucking animal you are!" Kiles growled, pursing his lips together.
Hutch noticed Starsky's tentative actions as he did as he was told, obediently and with a sense of fear of repercussions. Andrews made a gesture at Hutch, instructing him to move around the car, to the other side with the other trio. The six people grouped together, but no close enough for contact. Andrews and Kiles made sure that their weapons remained raised and aimed at their captives, and that they remained far enough away to prevent any kind of an attack. Starsky's back heaved up and down as the pain slowly subsided.
Without warning, Andrews walked up and drew back his leg, letting it fly forward, connecting with Starsky's side, sending the detective reeling to the ground gasping for air.
Hutch took one step towards his partner and was met with the barrel of a weapon aimed right as his forehead. "Do it…I'd like nothing better then to splatter your fucking brains all over your partner!" Kiles warned.
Billy's eyes were wide with fear as his mind raced, trying to figure out someway to stop this abuse. He turned, taking a quick stance and then bolted away, sprinting for his life, running as far away and as fast as possible as Kiles shouted after him.
"You little piece of shit! Get the fuck back here!" He shouted as Billy ignored him and continued to run, feeling the wind against his face, his body tensed, halfway expecting to feel the hot burning metal of a bullet entering his back, but if it gave Starsky and Hutch the split second they needed to make a move, then his death would be worth it.
"We still have your old man, and believe me, I'll kill him if you don't stop and get your ass back here!" Kiles shouted again as Andrews looked at him in disgust.
"You gonna sit there and shout at the kid, or are you gonna go after him you idiot!" Andrews chastised the man as he sighed and then took off on foot after the teen.
Kiles kicked at the ground is frustration as he took off after the boy, Hutch exchanging his worried glances between his injured partner on the ground and the boy that was running through the isolated sandy grounds as a known killer chased after him. The tall blond took his chances, shouting out at the top of his lungs, preparing Starsky and letting him know it was now or never.
"Starsky!!!!!" He screamed as he shoved Andrews towards Starsky who was still on the ground as he prepared himself for the initial contact, turning over and ready to receive Andrews stumbling body. Starsky grabbed Andrews ankle, and mustering all the strength he could, he lifted his ankle higher, knocking the blond officer off balance while swinging his leg around and wrapping it around his calves, squeezing his legs together, bringing the man slamming to the ground.
With his runner trained strides, Hutch took off like a gazelle over the uneven ground, quickly closing the gap between him and Kiles.
Starsky continued to struggle with Andrews on the ground as the limo driver looked on in horror. He lifted his weapon, taking aim at the brunet detectives back, closing one eye and with a trembling hand, he slowly squeezed the trigger.
Just as the shot was fired, Starsky grabbed Andrews by the torso, twisting him around, landing himself on his back against the ground while Andrews wound up on top of the injured man. The bullet that the driver had fired penetrated Andrews' chest, apparently right through the heart, stopping it instantaneously as Andrews' eyes grew wide, and remained that way as the life that once flowed through his veins ceased. While still holding Andrews over him, using him as a human shield, Starsky grabbed the gun out of the blond cops hand and returned fired with far more accuracy, hitting the driver right between the eyes, dropping him immediately.
It took every ounce of Starsky's strength top push Andrews' lifeless body off of him, the brunet rolled over, getting his knees underneath him as he struggle to get to his feet, worried about his partner's well-being. He fought to focus in the bright sun-light as he saw Hutch take a flying leap at Kiles, hitting him hard against the back and taking him to the ground. Panting hard and gasping for more air, Starsky headed towards them, knowing that with Hutch's shoulder, he would be no match against Kiles, and wouldn't be able to hold him off for long. Starsky stumbled towards them, seeing Hutch over the man, delivering several rapid blows to the man pinned beneath them.
"Hey!" Starsky shouted out, lifting the gun he had in his hand and pointing it towards the two. "Let 'im go Hutch, I got him covered!" he said confidently after taking note that the gun Kiles had, had been knocked free, away from Kiles' reach.
Breathing hard, Hutch looked over his shoulder relieved beyond words to see that his partner had survived. He had heard the gunshots and thought the worst, that maybe it was Starsky's life that had come to an end, adding to his strength and fury as he pummeled Kiles.
Hutch rolled off Kiles and to the side as Starsky was worried to seee the blood seeping through Hutch's bandages on his shoulder, knowing that he had probably ripped most, in not all the stitches from his wound.
"Move away from him Hutch." Starsky directed his partner with an eerie sound to his voice.
Hutch backed up slowly, his right arm coming up to press against his bleeding left shoulder trying to stem the flow, wincing in pain at the touch. Starsky stepped towards Kiles as the man laid on his back, his eyes growing wide with fear as the man he had tortured approached him, his weapon raised, his hand trembling. Starsky's eyes were dark with anger and a deep seated pain that Hutch couldn't begin to understand.
"Starsk." Hutch said calmly, just wanting to break this trance like state that hispartner seemed to be in.
The brunet ignored him as he took another step towards the cowering red head. "You really enjoyed your job, didn'tcha? Stealing and torturing human beings, making them suffer and humiliating them beyond any stretch of the imagination. Made you feel like a real big man didn't it?"
Starsky spoke softly, his voice no longer trembling, "You still like a big man asshole?" he asked as he pulled back the hammer on the gun.
"Starsk…don't do this…" Hutch pled, trying to get his partner to listen to him, trying to pull him out of the trance like state, hoping that Hutch's voice alone would trigger something in the brunet.
"Stay out of this Hutch…you have no idea what this piece of shit did to me, or what he put me and others like me through. He deserves whatever he gets!" Starsky said menacingly.
"Y-y-you can't do this," Kiles stammered, "you're a fucking cop…you can't shot me in cold blood." He protested.
"What 'bout what you did to all those men…in cold blood," Starsky took another step towards Kiles as Hutch's panic rose tremendously.
"Starsky," Hutch stood and headed towards him with his hand out, "gimme the gun Buddy…"
Starsky closed his eyes tightly as if fighting with his inner self, "Hutch, just stay back, I mean it….just stay outta this!" Starsky said with such conviction that it worried the blond detective.
"Where's the kid's father?" Starsky asked a frightened Kiles.
"I don't know." He answered, nearly breaking into full on sobbing.
"Don't give me that bullshit! Where's his fucking old man?" Starsky demanded as his hand shook even more violently, scaring both Kiles and Hutch. "You better fucking answer me if you want any chance of saving yourself from an eternity in hell!"
"He's at a camp, just across the border, in Rosarita. T-t-there's a camp on the south side of town, we were headed there ourselves after dumpin' your bodies out her in Otay Mesa. I swear, Andrews put me up to all of this, I didn't want to do nothing, but he made me, just like he made you guys…see, it wasn't me." Kiles squealed.
"Shut the fuck up!" Starsky shouted, his face flushing in anger, "I sure hope you don't think that's gonna stop me from plugging your ass!" He threatened coming even closer as Hutch's face paled in fear.
Hutch looked to the sky, squinting to try and shade his sensitive eyes to the bright sunlight as he heard the rumbling noise that he recognized as a police helicopter heading in their direction.
"Don't Starsk…"
BLAM!!!!
The shot rang out, echoing though the air as Hutch jumped in shock, seeing the blood spread across Kiles chest as Starsky dropped the gun, kicking up a cloud of dust as it hit.
To Be Continued…