Chapter Thirty Four

Note: Sorry for more rushing!

He didn't have the chance to try and open his eyes again before someone was picking him up; a set of strong hands coming around his torso, yanking him to his feet that still didn't quite work on their own. He fell against a solid body, gasping; they felt too tall to be Hunter and too small to be Cody. Fuck fuck fuck! Who was it then?-! Who had him in their fucking grasp?-! They were tall, strong, and very warm. That's all he knew. That's all he had the opportunity to know before whoever they hell they were started literally dragging him away. Shit this was happening too fast!

His head spun as he tried to thrash but hadn't the strength to do it but once and fell into the solid body once more, his face smashing into the top corner of their very broad, very strong chest. Fuck that was NOT Hunter. And it sure as hell wasn't fucking Cody either!-! "Let me go!" He demanded in a breathless snarl, reaching down and blindly finding their hand clasped around his waist and tried to pry it away. They were holding him up, their arm wrapped around his back to keep him steady. And even that extremity didn't feel familiar now that he thought about it. The hand stayed despite his best efforts and he fell against the body as he was yanked onward towards...Towards what? Fuck he didn't know. But there was one thing he did recognize now as his face hit them and this time it made every hair stand up on his body as his heart sped with pure terror. Mother fucker! "Barrette!" He just KNEW it was that crazy fuck! He could smell his nasty, musky cologne from a mile away! "You fucking bitch what did you do to them?-!" He shouted and tried to thrash, "You son of a bitch where's Hunter?-!"

"He's dead!" Wades laughter filled his ears and what he said...Oh god...No! No that just couldn't be true!-! "Didn't you hear me shoot him?-?" WHAT?-! What the fuck no he hadn't heard that! He jerked hard enough and broke away with a sharp gasp, falling to the ground on his side and furiously wiped at his eyes again. Shit he hadn't heard a gun go off or the sound of a struggle! He hadn't heard anyone fucking die! "Hunter!-!-!" His voice was so soft, so hoarse from the dirt and sand choking him up but still he should have been loud enough. Still Hunter should have answered him! And fuck CODY too!-! "HUNTER!-!" He scrambled forward, arms going back and forth from reaching out as he blindly searched the ground to whipping frantically at his eyes.

"For fucks sake have a look for yourself!" He heard Wade snip with a growl before cold water suddenly poured down over his head and at first he fought it, ducking his head stubbornly until it snapped up on his own and angled to hit the spilling water just right along with the falling rain. It cooled and soothed over his eyes and wound, washing away the debris and some of the pain. It occurred to him that he should try to run away the second he had his eyesight back but there was no way he could do that for two reasons; one being that he wasn't physically capable. And two? There was no fucking way he was leaving Cody. He lowered his head as the water soon tapered off and found he could open his eyes now, but just barely.

They still burned; still stung and hurt like hell but he could open them enough to see the outline of a body laying prone not but a few feet away from the very spot he'd fallen to. And he cringed, swallowing hard, choking on both sand and the sight before him. Fuck fuck...fuck...

To his horror, to his utter and complete dismay...It was Hunter.

Oh god!

He gulped. "H-Hunter?" Nothing. His partner didn't move. Didn't make a sound. Didn't breathe. Shit. "Hunter?-!" He scrambled towards him as he cried out, eyes widening as far as they could as he got closer and saw blood seeping from a wound hidden beneath his matted, blood soaked blonde hair. Fuck there was so much blood! He put trembling fingers against Hunter's throat to feel for a pulse, his heart sinking when nothing so much as twitched or bumped against them. "No..." He bent down and tried to listen for his heart, swallowing hard as he took the time to also scan the ground for Cody. But he was nowhere to be seen. What the fuck?-! God damn it they must have taken him already! Shit shit shit!-! Over Hunter he came back up, blinking hard, his eyes now a dull burn but still hurting as he grabbed Hunter's face and shook it, "Oh god Hunter please no! Dude come on please wake up!" He begged him but it was useless, he knew because...Because...Fuck. Hunter was fucking dead. "Oh god fuck Hunter I'm so sorry!" He started whispering to his friend he would soon leave behind to face his own likely fate and had to fight to urge to gag. God damn it Hunter didn't deserve to go out like this! Oh god fuck this just wasn't right!-! "I swear I'll make this right Hunter! I'll make those bastards pay for this! For everything!" He seethed with his own words, meaning every one as he gazed wide eyed at his partner and felt something very dark and disturbingly deep come to life in a furious flare of heat and undeniable rage. This…This was just fucking IT. After everything Mizanin had put them through, after everything they'd suffered and endured he just finally fucking SNAPPED! He felt it surging, so deep, so hot; burning a hole into his stomach and dragging him downward into a very dark, very dangerous place he'd never been to before. It was cold there too only, this was an entirely different kind of cold. It was hollowing almost, touching him down to his very core and dueling with the fire of his rage.

And he really wished he hadn't dropped his gun.

Never really had he thought he was capable of actually taking human life. He'd said he'd do if he had to but in his heart he'd always know that wasn't true. Because in his heart he didn't want to kill anyone, not even the "bad guys". Truth was Randy didn't want to hurt a soul because knew he just how…How…Well to put it simply he knew how official death really was. He knew the pain, the horror, the overwhelming soul crushing emotion that dropped him to his knees when he'd first heard the news of his fathers passing. Oh yes he knew death and its horrid aftermath and couldn't help but think of the families that might be left behind if he were to ever kill anyone. And he just couldn't do that to someone else. He couldn't steal someone's brother or father; he couldn't rob their families like he had been robbed! He just couldn't!

Until now.

Because now it just didn't fucking matter.

Knowing he was pressed for time he lent down, carefully lowering Hunters head to the sand that once placed there he laid a lingering kiss to the only clean patch of clean skin above his brow. And he made a very serious promise in a very serious, soft, whisper, "I remember when I first came here you said once, blood for blood." At the time he didn't understand it and thought it was barbaric, hypocritical even. Because Hunter was basically saying they would return the favor if one of their own got hurt; meaning if the suspect put up a fight while being taken into custody they'd beat the holy hell out of him for it later. Blood. For blood. True Hunter did everything by the books but in the Las Vegas police department, that WAS by the book. Their book. And at the time he ended up only using it as an excuse to hate Hunter all the more but, now? "Now I add, a life for a life..." He made it a vow, "I won't let you down."

"Wade!"

"Sorry boss-"

"What the fuck is taking you so long?-! I told you to make this quick!" Michael put his hands on his hips as he came to a stop beside them and entirely too close for Randy's comfort; tapping his foot against the ground impatiently, "Are you trying to get on my nerves today? Stop fucking standing there get him in the car with Cody! NOW!"

Randy shook his head at that, jerking back as Wade reached down to grab his shoulder and bought himself a few more seconds, glaring up at Michael threw squinted eyes. Fucking shit they did have Cody! "How did you find us?" Might as well ask why he still had the chance. He may not have the time later when he was blowing their fucking heads off!

"Actually that part was pretty easy." Michael replied and shrugged, "Tristan told me everything."

Randy jerked again, wincing as he felt the hot trickle of blood begin down his forehead once more. He wiped it away, again ducking Wades reach. Tristan told?-! No! "He wouldn't!" That just couldn't be true! Tristan would never sell out the only person who'd ever cared about him enough to help him! He would NEVER do that! Michael HAD to be lying. He just had to be! "Tristan wouldn't tell you anything unless you forced him to!"

Michael's head dropped back slightly in a firm laugh, "Oh but he did! All on his very own!" He was so fucking arrogant, so fucking proud! "Hell he was MORE than happy to talk when he heard that you and Cody would be running off together without him. In fact he jumped at the opportunity to save himself and told me just what exactly the two of you were up to!"

"No way! I know Tristan wouldn't do that!" He just wasn't going to believe him this time! Michael had to have done something horrible to Tristan to make him talk and now he was trying to make him believe otherwise because Michael knew it would hurt him! He fucking knew it would just kill him to know he shouldn't have trusted Tristan!

"Really?-!" Michael laughed again, "You trust that worthless tramp when I sent him to you in the first place? Come on now man this isn't fucking rocket science! You can't possibly be that dumb!"

Randy shook his head, "I don't believe you! You're so full of shit you'd lie even if that WERE true!" Tristan did not sell them out! THAT JUST WASN'T FUCKING TRUE!-!-! "Fuck you I know your fucking game and I'll give that worthless tramp the benefit of the doubt over anything you say!"

Michael's laughter faded as he grew serious, his hands balling into tight fists at his sides, his face drawn into a nasty snarl; and he came closer, "Did you really think I wouldn't find out Orton?-! I mean, come ON! I've been TWO steps ahead of you the ENTIRE time!" His face redden from ear to ear and trembled, his eyes narrowed to furious bright blue orbs of blue shining against the rain. "I told you not to try anything you useless waste of space! I told you that I would find out! I TOLD YOU I WOULD MAKE YOU PAY!-!-! I'LL MAKE ALL OF YOU PAY!-!-!"

He saw it coming, Michael's foot, but before Randy could brace himself it came forward and slammed into his stomach; right in the middle. He flipped onto his side with the kick as the air left his lungs and pain exploded threw his abdomen in continuous rapid waves of fiery agony. Fuck he wished he was still frozen as he was before because maybe then he wouldn't have fucking felt that! He coughed and gaged around the fire in his gut as he writhed and convulsed into a tight ball around his stomach, shaking, losing more strength. "Pick his ass up and take him to the fucking car." Michael sneered over him and he couldn't stop Wade this time as the older man reached down and hauled him to his feet. But he couldn't walk; and he put everything into it as he gave Wade nothing but dead weight until finally Wade dropped him and he returned to the ground with a thud.

The pain was less now, he could breathe again. He did have to whip his brow of more blood though…

Blood momentarily out of the way he gritted his teeth in a breathy snarl, shaking now with rage as the pain continued to subside. "Fuck you!" He hissed breathlessly to both men, his body once again tensing but this time for an altogether different reason. Something took over him as the pain faded, something like adrenaline he figured took the pain and gave him a surge of strength he'd wished he'd had not but five minutes go! "Son of a bitch!" He hissed, coiling back against the ground like a snake readying to snap up its prey. And that's exactly what he tried to do next. He lunged forward and upwards; catching Michael by the front of his shirt and swung his fist as hard as he could towards his face.

He missed. Apparently his luck had run completely out.

Wade knocked his arm down just before it hit and he fucking missed!-! But Wade was luckier. He didn't miss. And Randy spun and crashed to the ground after his fist connected with his jaw. Yet again he landed with a thud, seeing stars, utterly stunned.

Just as quickly Wade was on him, grabbing his head and forcing it down. And something suddenly stabbed him in the back of his neck.

Shit shit shit! Fuck what the hell was that?-! He tried reaching back to feel but his arms didn't move; suddenly they just wouldn't! He tried again and started to panic. Oh god fuck he couldn't even feel them! Oh god shit fucking FUCK not even his hands! Fuck he couldn't move anything! He did the only thing he could do and rolled onto his back; his heart racing as his body uncurled onto the sand on its own accord, falling completely limp and he was powerless to stop it.

They drugged him. They fucking drugged him! AGAIN! God damn it that just wasn't fair! Jesus how did he even have a chance when they were pulling shit like that?-! How could he possible save them from this if he was knocked out?-! This just wasn't fair!

"There! That should settle his ass down!"

"It's about fucking time!" Michael hissed as he pressed his foot against Randy's chest, holding him in place but more so making a show of his victory. "Fucking hell Wade why do I always end up having to do everything myself? Earn your fucking keep and stop wasting my fucking time! The next time I tell you to do something don't drag your feet so fucking bad or I'll cut them off you got that?-! Now get his ass in the car before I fucking shoot you!"

And he did.