Chapter 18
Chris was in his training room, in just his black shorts, and a pair of shoes of course. He was throwing punches at the bag, sweat rolling down his face, his body, and the tips of his hair. He threw an especially hard punch, and all of a sudden, there was a loud clank, and the bag quickly hit the ground. Chris just stared for a minute until the next thing he knew, he was on the ground, unconcious. The chain had hit his head and knocked him out.
Sinister laid on the couch attempting to cradle her baby by holding her stomach gently. She reached out inches in front of her, grasping the glass of milk taking it, she took a nice long drink. Reaching back out to place it upon the table she heard a loud noise. She jumped causing the glass to fall and break. She sighed, grabbing the broken glass, and mopping up the mess quickly. Making her way as fast as possible back to the weight room, she searched for the noise. Down the hallway she yelled out for Chris. Once there, she saw him on the floor and the slight gash in his head. She hurried, kneeling at his side. Taking his head in her lap, she leaned down, kissing his head gently. Ripping her shirt off, she bandaged the slight wound and blew cool air upon his face. Leaning down once more she kissed him gently stroking his hair softly."Wake up baby.." She whispered into his ear lovingly.
His eyes started to flutter a bit before slowly opening, his vision blurred, and his speech slow and a bit slurred. "Sin-- Sinister. Wha-- What happened?" His hand reached for his head, as it was pounding it seemed to him. "Ooohhh... Damnit... My head..." The cool air in his face felt nice. "I-- the bag... It broke off of the ceiling."
As she knew he was going to be ok. She smiled, leaning down kissing him once more to quiet him. Pulling away she nodded, pressing a gentle finger to his lips. "Shh, i know love, it's ok..you're going to be ok.." she smiled.
His eyes shut gently when she put her finger on his lips. But spoke a bit through them. "I think... I-- I need to go lay down for a while." But of course, he would need help getting up after he was just hit with a big chain.
She smiled, nodding in agreement. "i'll help you up". She stood, balancing herself,reaching out her arms to him. "now, attempt to pull yourself up,smiled.
His arms reached out, and grabbed hers, and he slowly started to pull himself up. After he got to his feet he stumbled a bit before regaining his balence somewhat. He started to walk slowly with her to the room, trying to take off his handwraps as they walked.
She held him up the best she could. After all, being pregnant, she didn't have much stregnth after cleaning the house up and cooking dinner. As they neared their bedroom, she reached her arm out to open the door. Turning the knob and pushing in they made their way into the room. She walked him over to the bed, laying him down. Slightly stifled, she took a deep breath in, then letting out a long sigh, covering him up. "You need to rest, no more training for awhile either. It's getting to extreme, you're hurting yourself.." she sighed.
Just as they had gotten into the room, Chris had just gotten his second handwrap off. He layed down on the bed, and slipped off his shoes. His eyes were still shut. "Thank you... Sin..." He smiled when she covered him he smiled and fell asleep almost instantly.
She smiled seetly, leaning down, kissing his forhead ever so gently. "No problem Chris.." She smiled. Making her way slowly back into the living room, she noticed a box of chocolates on the table in the kitchen. She hadn't remembered it being there before but , her cravings were clouding her judgment on the matter. She walked up to the table, then enjoying one of the chocolate treats. Suddenly her vision began to blur and she felt very dizzy. Falling back, she passed out on the ground. That's when "they" ran in.
Being asleep, or more or less unconcious from a wound on his head from a chain, wouldn't stop his ears from picking up multiple bootsteps near his door. His eyes opened slightly and he looked at the door. It was slowly being pushed open. He quickly shut his eyes, and listened to the slow bootsteps approaching him. The bootsteps stopped. Soon after they had stopped, he heard a click. He opened his eyes quickly to see a large cylindrical object in his face. His left hand quickly slapped an arm away from him and his left leg had been launched into the back of a left knee. The man fell backward, and Chris had sprung out of the bed and on top of him, forcing his right forearm into his throat, holding it there until the man stopped moving. He then looked at the ground and saw the handgun with a sound suppressor (a silencer ). He quickly grabbed it and began walking slowly back out of his room. He looked both ways down his hallway, and started to make his way toward the kitchen. He raised the gun up in the air, both hands gripping it, with his left arm bent slightly. He peeked around into the kitchen. He looked out the window to see the large black van. "No..." He saw that the two people standing outside the van were getting impatient. One of them drew his weapon and started to walk back toward the house. He quickly moved to the door and stood to the side of it, where he wouldn't be seen if the door opened. And sure enough, it did open. When the man walked inside, Chris raised his weapon and aimed it at the back of his head. "You move, you die, you understand me?" The man stopped moving, and slowly put his hands up. "Put your weapon on the counter." Sure enough, he did. "Call your friend in here and get on the ground." The man called out a bit loud. "Simon!" Then he proceeded to lay down on the ground. Soon the other person walked in, and as soon as he saw his friend on the ground, he turned and tried to raise his weapon. Chris was too quick for him though, and the gun was smacked out of his hand, Chris's leg was
wrapped around his and he was pushed down onto his friend, they collided heads, and were unconcious. But, Chris had been hit in the back of the head again, and was unconcious, again. He did hear a name in his subconcious. 'Harry Powell' Someone who he had fought before. But it may have been a previous owner. He knew where he lived, and as soon as he woke up, he looked around, the gun that he had taken was missing, the guys that he had knocked out were gone, and so was the guy that he had knocked out in his room. He quickly threw on a black T-shirt and a pair of black jeans. He armed himself just as he did the last time, with a handgun, a knife, a phone, and his keys. He walked outside quickly and into his car. That son of a bitch Powell was going to pay, no matter what. He quickly sped off down the street to go 5 miles to Powell's house.
Of course Chris knew where he was going. He parked about a block away from the house. His normally tanned face was red with rage. His lights were already off, and he was wearing all black during the night. He grabbed his handgun from its holster and checked the ammo inside of it, keeping the safety off, but his finger away from the trigger. After holstering it, he stepped out of his car, and shut the door quietly, locking the door with the remote. He then started to move quickly toward the designated house.
After finally reaching it, he stood across the street behind some hedge bushes in the yard across the street, surveying the area, how many guards there were, what they were armed with, and what he would need to do. It would take careful planning to keep himself, and more importantly, Sinister alive.
Awakening with a stabbing migraine, inside her head she groaned slowly opening her eyes. Looking around, she couldn't see much, image still a bit blurred from a mixture of tears and sleep. Suddenly, reality struck once she felt that ever so familiar cold metal, grinding into the skin of her wrists as she hung. One after another, guy after guy, came up punching their big fists deep into her stomach. Of course it wasn't long after that, she was hanging there, bloody,bruised and crying. Screaming for Mercy of her unborn child. They showed no second thought, in any case the punches came harder once they found out. She screamed and shook in pain. Feeling the life inside, fade and bleed out down her bare legs. It wasn't until this second she looked down to see she was naked again. What was going to happen next, she didn't know, but these guys had to die, for killing her baby.
He finally decided it was time to make his move. After quickly moving across the street, There was a guard standing with his back toward him near the sidewalk, and another walking toward the house. He had already slipped on a pair of leather gloves. After the first incident, he decided it was best to cover his tracks.if it ever happened again. He quickly grabbed the one closest to him and wrapped his arms around him, his left forearm pressing very hard against his adam's apple, and his right arm attempting to keep the guards arms down, The guard put up too much of a struggle, and Chris threw a quick knee in between the guard's legs and slowly brought him down to the ground after he was unconcious. He then quickly but silently ran up to the guard moving toward the house. He did the same incapacitation tactic to the guard as he did with the last one. Just as he was setting the guard down, the door on his right opened and Chris quickly drew his handgun and raised it to the door, seeing another person there.The guard seemed like he was going to reach for his gun, and he spoke loud enough for him to hear, but nobody else. "You move, you die, you understand me? Walk outside and move away from the door, and turn around." The guard slowly moved, and sidestepped to his right to keep out of sight from the door. "Where is Powell?" There was no answer from the guard. "I don't want to ask you again... Where is Powell?" the guard spoke with a slight nervous stutter in his voice. "He's downstairs, with your slut of a girlfriend." Chris grunted slightly and moved his left hand to the back on the guard's head and slammed it into the brick wall, knocking his unconcious. "You were a big help." Chris then moved to the door, and looked inside, there was nobody, but he could hear laughter, a woman screaming, and clanking of metal downstairs. He moved quickly to the stairs and moved slowly down them, hoping that none of them would creak. Fortunately none of them did, and as soon as his foot hit the cement floor, he spotted Sin chained up, Powell standing in front of her, and two other people. Chris, out of anger and fear for her life, let out a primal scream and kicked Powell in the back of his knee, knocking him to the ground, then the two guards raised their weapons, about to shoot, when Chris raised his weapon faster and shot one of them twice in the chest, then moved to the other and shot him dead center of the forehead. Chris then quickly ran and kicked Powell in the chest as he was trying to get back up, and shot twice. Once in each kneecap. Powell screamed out in pain, until Chris kicked him in the jaw, seeing a few teeth fly out and roll across the floor. "Shut the fuck up!" Powell was unconcious, and bleeding. He looked up at Sin, his eyes filled with tears. He then quickly ran to her, his arms around her. "Sinister... Baby... I'm here. You're gonna be fine..." His voice was hoarse, and a bit stuttering as tears rolled down his cheeks. He immediately wiped them away. What he did seemed so strange, but he let go of her, and picked up the bullet casings that he had shot, and stuffed them in his pocket. He then unchained her, slowly bringing her down. "I'm gonna get you to a hospital..." He picked her up, and brought her back upstairs, and out the door he went, down the street, and to his car. He put her in the passenger seat of the car, and then back to the driver's side he went. After he was in and buckled, he slowly brought her down across the center of the car, and put her head in his lap, and immediately started to drive toward the hospital.