First and foremost, this story is a romance/drama, not a sex 'S NOTE ::: This is the love story of Marty and Todd. It also includes several other characters as well as their storylines. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the hit soap One Life to Live, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot.
*~Marty and Todd ::: Chapter Thirteen~*
"Wait, I'll go with you," Schuyler spoke up. "Hope will need me while you are taking care of that creep Powell."
"He said to come alone," Todd disagreed.
"No way you are going alone," John said as he placed his hand on his gun. "I'm going, too."
"Alright, let's go," Todd said reluctantly. "But let me go in first... We don't want him to hurt Hope, just because I didn't follow his orders."
Just then Jack ran up to his father. "Dad, can I go too?" the boy begged.
"No, Jack, stay here and take care of the women," Todd told his son.
"Schuyler, please be careful," Starr said tearfully as she watched them all get ready to go, her dad, her stepdad and her boyfriend. She prayed to God that they could bring Hope back to her safe and sound.
Schuyler gave Starr a quick kiss. "I'll be careful," he promised.
"This shouldn't take long," John spoke as he gazed into Blair's eyes.
Marty was holding Paloma who was still asleep in her arms as the men were getting ready to walk out the door. She hoped it would go well and that they wouldn't do anything stupid.
Todd glanced over at Marty holding Paloma in her arms. "I'll be back," he whispered in her ear before he headed out the door. John and Schuyler weren't far behind Todd. The three of them got into Todd's car and sped away.
Starr couldn't help but pace back and forth, her heart diving into her stomach.
She sank down onto one of the steps that led upstairs, burying her face in her hands.
"Starr ~ honey," Blair spoke. "I could fix you a sandwich. Your brother's are-." Blair was cut off as Kassia started to cry upstairs.
"Oh, ummm... excuse me," she said, walking by Starr to head upstairs.
Marty raised an eyebrow, and Starr looked confused after Blair's exit. A few moments later Blair came back down holding a newly changed Kassia. It had been time for a diaper change, so now Kassia was wide awake.
"Mom?" Starr said, looking at Blair questioningly.
"Starr...this is Kassia," she said. Your new baby sister."
"What did you do, Blair, pop one out and then shrink back to a perfect size overnight?" Marty asked saracastically as she stood there holding Paloma.
Blair narrowed her eyes at Marty. "You'd love to know, wouldn't you, Marty?"
"Oh- oh wait," Marty said with a small laugh. "Or were you so desperate because I had Todd's baby that you had to steal one... I mean, since you're past your prime and all?"
Blair glared at the other woman. "Don't you dare stand in my house and insult me!"
"Why not, Blair? Can't take the truth?"
"What John and I choose to do with our life is none of your business! You're just bitter because you had Todd's kid and not John's," Blair said with a smirk.
"Both of you - SHUT UP!" Starr yelled, jumping to her feet and glaring at the two women. "You should both be thankful that your children are all safe and sound. My daughter ISN'T! A psycho killer has her and my boyfriend might be walking into danger along with your husband and your- your ... well, whatever my dad is to you! YOU TWO MAKE ME SICK," Starr said with disgust as she walking away and went into the kitchen to get a bottle of water.
"Are you happy now?" Blair demanded. "You've upset my daughter!"
"No, I think that was you, Blair, when you tried replacing her with a younger and cuter version."
"I wish Powell would come and kill you," Blair said nastily. "It would save all us all the agony of having to listen to your insipid little voice."
Marty sneered at Blair's comment and the two women retreated to separate corners for now,
holding their infant daughters.
Starr leaned against the kitchen counter, just praying for Schuyler to make it back to her. *Please God, just let Schuy be okay ... and please, PLEASE let him bring Hope back to me.*
she silently prayed.
*~o~*
Todd, John, and Schuyler arrived at the frat house. Todd parked the car in a hidden place down the street, then went on in alone, so Powell would not realize he had brought along some back-up. "What the hell is Manning up to?" John growled, watching from the shadows as Todd walked up to the KAD house as though it were some sort of casual, everyday thing to confront a psychopathic killer.
"I don't know, but I am hoping he doesn't get us all killed," Schuyler said with a sigh as he hid behind some shrubbery across the street next to John.
Once inside the frat house, Todd was met with darkness. "Come out, come out,
wherever you are!" Todd called out as he shown a flashlight around the place. He looked around, but saw nothing. He didn't hear a baby crying and the place looked delapitated and deserted. He began walking up the tall, narrow staircase leading to the rooms above.
Standing at the top of the stairs, Todd saw the door to the room where the rape had taken place. Almost 20 years ago, his life had changed in that room forever. He felt a sensation of nausea in the pit of his stomach as he pushed against the door and it slowly came open.
"What the fuck?" he gasped as he walked in, seeing candles lit all over the room on wooden stands.
In the place where the bed once stood was now filthy, stained mattress. Upon the mattress lay two dead women. Todd stared in disgust as he saw the bloody corpses. "Tea?" he gasped, recognizing his ex-wife as one of the victims.
"Hello, Todd," Powell spoke as he stood in the doorway directly behind Todd, holding a squirming Hope in his arms.
Todd turned quickly, seeing Powell Lord blocking the doorway, his baby granddaughter in his embrace. "Powell, give me the child," Todd insisted.
"Your life for hers, Todd," Powell said with a wicked laugh.
*~o~*
"Let's go in..." John said to Schuyler as he saw a flickering light in an upstairs bedroom of the frat house.
"Alright," answered Schuyler as the two of them approached the KAD fraternity house.
*~o~*
"Okay," Todd reasoned with the mad-man. "You can do whatever you want to me... just let me get the baby to safety."
"I think she looks like Marty," Powell said as he turned the little girl around and raised her up to look at her. Little Hope let out a whimper of protest when Powell held her too tight. The child began to kick and squirm in an attempt to get down.
Todd took that moment to move closer, reaching out for his grandchild. He touched Hope's little arm, but Powell jerked the child away. "Don't touch her!" Powell said in a loud shout.
*~o~*
Downstairs, John and Schuy could hear the commotion. "Come on!" John yelled as he began taking the stairs two by two.
With no regard for his own safety, Todd began wrestling with Powell. He took hold of Hope and wrenched her out of the killer's arms. Cradling the little girl close, he looked her over to see if she was unharmed.
"It's okay, Hope," he said soothingly as he kissed her tiny cheek.
Suddenly he felt a crushing pain in his chest as Powell's shiny knife made contact with his torso. In that instant, he saw Schuyler and John approaching and handed off the baby to Schuyler. Schuy took Hope in his arms and rushed back down the staircase with her, his only concern the child and getting her safety.
"Die, Todd! DIE!" Powell hissed, sending the knife in his grip deeper into Todd's chest. Todd's legs buckled beneath him as he fell to the ground in the same moment a gunshot split the night.
From his cell phone, John called 911. Todd was bleeding heavily from the wound on his chest, but there was no hope for that scum Powell Lord. He was dead. John looked around, finding two bodies on the floor. "Damn," he said,
noticing that one of the victims was attorney Tea DelGado. He placed a second call to Bo, telling him what had happened. Bo said he would get there as soon as possible and take care of the scene.
An ambulance arrived a few minutes later and John watched as Todd was taken away on a stretcher. Only then did he go outside in search of Schuyler. Schuyler was on the front steps of the frat house, comforting Hope. The little girl was dirty, scared, and crying but otherwise unharmed.
"She okay?" John asked.
"She's fine; she just needs her mother," Schuyler explained.
"Let's go," said John.
A few minutes later, Schuy walked in the door, carrying Hope. He placed the child into her mother's arms. The little girl cried as she was hungry and in great need of diaper change.
Relief was the first thing Starr felt as she accepted the baby from Schuyler. With Schuyler by her side, Starr washed her daughter's tiny face and hands. Tears fell from Starr's eyes as she cradled her daughter close.
"Schuy, I'm so glad you're okay; that Hope's okay," Starr spoke.
Schuyler remained at Starr's side as she changed little Hope. Soon the baby's cries just became tiny whimpers when she realized she was safe and back in her mommy's arms. "She's okay," Schuyle assured Starr when he saw all her tears. "She just needs something to eat."
John had rushed over to Blair, holding her close. He had no idea how he would explain to the Blair, Marty, and Starr that Todd had been injured by Powell. He looked around, relieved that at least the boys weren't present to hear the news.
"What's going on here?" Marty questioned, realizing that Todd hadn't came in with John and Schuyler.
"Powell is dead," John spoke. "I shot him."
Then he let out a heavy sigh, his gaze shifting to Marty. "Marty, you better get to the hospital,"
he quietly spoke.
Blair was relieved as she embraced John, knowing he was alive and well. "I'm glad that psycho is dead..." she began, but her voice suddenly trailed away hearing John's urgent statement to Marty that she needed to get over to the hospital.
"John, what happened?" Blair demanded.
"What?" Marty gasped fearfully. "Where's Todd? John, what happened?"
"Todd insisted he go into the frat house alone... and he wouldn't listen to me. He rescued the baby from Powell and handed her off to Schuyler, but Powell attacked him. He was hurt; stabbed in the chest... and taken to the hospital," John explained. "Marty, you better head over there now. It doesn't look good."
Marty's face went completely white and she looked as though she might pass out.
"No," she said, her voice nothing more than a whimper.