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Chapter 19: Revenge

'Where are you Little Man,' Dirk mentally screamed as he ninjaed his way from one uninhabited room to the other, hoping to find any sign of either Dave or Derrick. And so far, the only thing he was finding was that his fuse was growing shorter and shorter by the millisecond. He couldn't find a soul to be seen anywhere. It was like the place was deserted.

"Maybe that woman told me the wrong add,"

"NO! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!"

'NO!' Dirk mentally screamed, instantly recognizing the terror filled voice.

"DAVE!" Dirk screamed as he took off running towards the horror filled scream without so much as a second thought.

"Dave! Dave where are you?!" Dirk frantically called out.

Dirk stopped when he got to the base of the stairs and tried to listen to where the screaming was coming from.

"NO! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!"

Dirk felt tears pour down his eyes as he heard his beloved baby brother beg and scream for mercy.

"Don't worry Little Man! I'm coming!" Dirk cried to the of his lungs as he rocketed up the stairs.

'Derrick, you better pray to God for mercy, cause I won't have any!'

"NO! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" Dave begged as James and Austin threw him on the bed in the camera filled room and Derrick locked the door behind them. Derrick had perfected this room just for this, he didn't want anyone disturbing them.

James and Austin stared into Dave's terrified, teary eyes as they pinned him down to the bed.

"Don't worry pretty boy, if you behave we won't have too," James said holding Dave's face in his hand, licking the trickling trail of tears flowing freely down his face.

Dave could only turn his head away in sheer horror and disgust as both of the men explored his lean body with their big, filthy hands.

Dave was too tired, and they were too strong for him overcome them. But that doesn't mean he still didn't try. Dave fought, kicked, and bit with everything he had left in him. But the only thing he achieved was adding more bruises to his already bruised face.

"Looks like it's going to have to be the hard way then," Austin said.

Austin ripped his shirt open and started biting down on his nipples. While James rolled Dave over and undone his pants and yanked them down to his knees, completely ripping off his underwear in the process. Causing Dave to cry out in even more fear of what is too come.

"D-DAD, DAD PLEASE, PLEASE HELP ME!" Dave begged his father, who just stood there and watched as his two friends sexually assaulted his son.

"That's right, cry for daddy little boy," James said giving Dave a good smack on the butt.

"Don't worry my son, Daddy is right here," Derrick said as he climbed on top of his sobbing child.

"DAD, DAD PLEASE, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!" Dave pleaded, tears furiously pouring down his face.

"Because, my boy, you need to be taught a good, HARD, lesson," Derrick leaned down and whispered into Dave's ear.

Dave tried with all his might to fight and get away, but the three men holding him down were just too strong.

While James and Austin held down Dave's upper body; Derrick grabbed ahold of his shaking son's hips, unzipped his pants and pressed himself up against Dave, when...

"DAVE!" Dirk screamed as kicked in the door to the room, sword already in hand. Dirk burst into the room with his sword raised and ready to fight, but in the sight that stood before him, he froze in absolute horror.

There was his poor innocent baby brother; bent over the side of a bed, naked if not for his torn shirt and his pants yanked down to his knees. Being held down by two men as their father was fixing to...

"Why hello there Dirk, how good it is to see you," Derrick said looking up at his eldest son, "Care to join us? We were just fixing to start having fun."

"BRO?! BRO IS THAT REALLY YOU?! PLEASE BRO, HELP ME!" Dave cried turning his head around, trying to get a glimpse at his bro.

"Oh Bro, it really is you!" An ear-to-ear joy filled smiled drew itself onto Dave's face once he finally saw his brother. His bro was here to save him!

Even though Dave couldn't see Dirk's eyes, Dirk could see his. Dirk saw all the pain, all the fear, that a human being could express were in those two blood shot rubies.

"Dave...oh my God Little Man!" Dirk finally spoke as tears trickled down the sides of his face.

"Bro..." Dave sniffled, after all the horrible things he said to him the night before, his bro was still there for him right when he didn't him the most.

Dirk had to close his eyes for a moment, he couldn't stand the sight of his baby brother like that. He opened them and put a death glare on the man responsible for all this. All the anger towards the man that Dirk had experienced through this whole ordeal had come back with vengeance and hit him like a ton of bricks.

Dirk had his sword in a death grip, he took off running towards Derrick at full speed.

"You...YOU! I'LL KILL YOU MOTHERF..."

"Nah ah uh, son. I'd be careful what you do with that thing," Derrick said pulling out his 12 inch bowie knife, grabbing a fistful of Dave's hair as he stuck the blade to his throat, "Someone could get hurt."

The knife was pressed so hard up against Dave's throat that every breath caused the blade to dig deeper into his skin, even drawing blood in some places. Causing several cries to escape from Dave's lips.

Not wanting to anymore harm to come to his beloved baby brother, Dirk lowered his sword as he stopped dead in his tracks.

Derrick smirked, "Good boy, we wouldn't want anything bad to happen to this little beauty now would we," Derrick mocked Dirk as he pulled Dave closer to himself.

"I don't believe you all have met," Derrick said looking over toward James and Austin.

"Dirk, these are two of my business partners, James Nickel and Austin Johnson. Nickel, Johnson, this is my eldest son Dirk. He..."

The approaching sound of sirens began to creep into the room.

"Well, I believe that that is enough chit-chat. It's time for David and I to get going," Derrick said as he adjusted himself and pulled Dave's pants back up while still holding the knife to his throat.

"YOU'RE NOT TAKING HIM ANYWHERE!" Dirk yelled as he was fixing to charge at Derrick again, but he was quickly reminded of who held the cards here.

"Oh I don't think you're on the grounds of giving the orders here," Derrick said as he pulled Dave up, with the knife still held close up to his throat. With one arm wrapped around his terrified son and the other holding Dave's life in the balance, Derrick began dragging Dave toward the door on the other side of the room.

Dave began kicking and screaming for his brother to help him, but in deathly fear for his brother's life if he done so; Dirk very, very reluctantly held his ground. Dirk wanted absolutely nothing more than to rip that's scum of world's head clean of his shoulders; but as long as Derrick still held the life of his baby brother in his hands, he was powerless to do so.

"Nickel, Johnson, take care of my eldest son. I can't risk him meddling in my affairs any longer," Derrick said as he continued to drag Dave out of the room.

"NO! BRO! DON'T LET HIM TAKE ME!" Dave screamed as he was drug out of the room.

"DAVE! NO, DON'T WORRY! BIG BRO IS COMING!" Dirk started to bolt for the door, but the two burly men blocked his way.

"Where do you think you're going?" both men said popping their knuckles, trying to intimidate Dirk.

"Get the hell out of my way!" Dirk demanded, not showing one ounce of fear toward the larger men.

Noticing their threats done little, if nothing to successfully intimidate their would-be victim, they tried a different tactic to get under his skin.

"That was one mighty fine, tight piece of ass, your brother was. I'll have to pay him another visit tonight," James cockily said.

Dirk felt his eye and the corner of his mouth twitch.

The men took notice these involuntary facial movements and decided to play with them a bit more.

"Awww, what's the matter Dirk, you don't like to share?" Austin toyed, "What? Don't act like you're never tapped that before."

The two men's words made Dirk's blood boil and his complexion turned an odd shade of red. No one, and I mean NO ONE messed with his little man, in ANY way, shape, or form, and lived another day.

Oh no, Dirk was about to open up a Texas-sized can of Whoop Ass on the two men.

Dirk put his sword down on the bed beside him, before he lunged at the two men. Dirk grabbed both of them by the throat and slammed them up against the wall.

"YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU SORRY SACKS OF SHIT! I WOULD NEVER IN MY LIFE LAY SO MUCH AS A FINGER ON MY BABY! THAT BOY MY LIFE AND I WILL PERSONALLY KILL ANYONE WHO DARES TO PUT THEIR HANDS ON HIM!" Dirk yelled at the two men, just inches away from their face.

Dirk could look into both the men's eyes and see the sheer fear deep within them. But, before he launches his attack, Dirk has one last thing to say.

"Oh and by the way," Dirk leans real close to whisper something into James' ear and growls, "You won't live to see tonight."

"There, this ought to keep you quiet," Derrick said as he wrapped the last bit of duck tape around Dave's mouth and wrists.

With his wrists taped behind his back and duct tape wrapped around his mouth, Dave was helpless as Derrick led him from room to room and down another stair case as they heard the police storm into the mansion.

Derrick peeked down the mansion's main hallway and saw a few police officer make their way upstairs. The garage was on the other side of the hallway. If he could sneak by them undetected, he could get to his car with Dave and drive off to make his next escape.

When he thought the coast was clear, Derrick tightened his grip around Dave and made it about half way across the hall when,

"FREEZE! FBI!"

Dave instantly recognized the voice.

"AAANNNEEEEE!" Dave tried to scream as loud as he could with the duck tape around his mouth.

Jane Crocker stood in the middle of the hallway with her gun drawn and pointed straight at Derrick.

"Let him go Derrick!" Jane ordered as she slowly started to approach them.

"Uh ah uh, I'd watch how many steps I was taking if I were you," Derrick said holding the knife close to Dave's throat, causing Dave to cry out again. "Back off, or this knife just might slip."

Fearing for Dave's life, Jane withdrew her weapon and didn't take another step further.

"Derrick, please, let's talk. What do you want?" Jane tried to negotiate with him.

"What do I want? Why I have everything right here," Derrick said, referring to Dave.

Derrick then began to steadily continue making his way toward the garage. Jane slowly followed him into the garage.

"I'm warning you! You take another step, and you'll be finding pieces of him from here to Houston!" Derrick warned as he saw Jane follow him into the garage.

Without putting Dave's life in serious jeopardy, Jane could only peak her head around the corner of the door and watch as Derrick threw Dave into the back seat of his Escalade and drive off toward the back drive way.

When Derrick started driving off, Jane tried to shoot his tires out of his speeding away Escalade. But when she got to the third shot, her gun jammed.

Jane could only stand there as she saw Derrick drive off with Dave in the Escalade.

By the time that Dirk had got finished, death was now welcomed with open arms by the two men. No, Dirk didn't kill them. He felt that death would have been too easy on them. He just made them wish that they were dead.

Being the main instigated, James' face was beaten to a near unrecognizable bloody pulp, he was missing about 60% of his teeth and 20% of his blood was coagulated all across the room. Both his arms and legs were broken in multiple places. And due to Dirk using him as his own personal trampoline, every few, if not all, of his ribs were broken.

Austin got away with fewer, but still a staggering amount of injuries. While his face still had some shape left to it, his jaw was crushed and all of his front teeth lie somewhere, scattered across the room. And like James, both of his arms and legs were broken in multiple places. However, not very many of his ribs were broken.

Dirk stood back and wiped his bloodied fists onto his pants. He looked over at his katana that lied untouched through the savage beating. He thought about using it, but that would have been more mercy than the two deserved.

However, he thought of one way he could use it.

"Alright you miserable piece of shit! Where is Derrick? Where did he take my baby?! Tell me or the pain you're feeling now will be nothing in comparison," Dirk said pointing the sword to Austin's throat.

"To,"

*cough*

"the, airport. He, he has his own plane. He's going to the Dominican Republic," Austin gritted what was left of his teeth.

"Thanks," Dirk simply says as he grabbed his bag of death and quickly ran out of the room before the police stormed in.

Dirk ran from room to room and ultimately down the stair case that led to the hallway across from the garage. Dirk heard gun shots being fired and automatically assumed the worst.

"Dave!" Dirk yelled as he ran into the garage.

When he got into the garage and was surprised to see Jane in there.

"Jane, what happened? Where's Derrick?" Dirk asked as he approached her.

"Dirk, I'm so sorry, I had them. Derrick had Dave at knife point, I was scared that if I tried to take a shot that, that Derrick would...And then Derrick drove off with Dave and I tried to shoot the tires out but the gun jammed," Jane sobbed.

"Oh Jane, we have to hurry! Derrick is going to the airport, he's going to the Dominican Republic. If we don't get there soon..."

"Go," Jane said.

"What?" Dirk looked at her confused.

"Go get that son of bitch and get that baby back! I'll have all the units right behind you. There's no way he'll be able to escape," Jane said with fierce determination.

Dirk didn't need to be told a third time.

"Yes ma'am," Dirk smirked as he smashed the window of a Mercedes open with the handle end of his katana.

He opened the door, but he couldn't find the keys anywhere. It's a good thing he's hot wired a few cars in his day.

"How do you know how to hot wire?" Jane could not help but ask.

"Me and English, partners in crime in high school," Dirk said as he twisted the last few wires together, starting the car.

"Alright, which was did he go?" Dirk said getting in the car.

"He went down that way," Jane said pointing down the back drive way.

"Okay, I'm on it," Dirk said flooring it, taking off down the secret back drive way.

'Please Dirk, be careful,'