Alrighty chickadees, part 5 is up and ready! Sorry it's so late, but here ya go! As always, please let me know what you think!
Dollhouse Part 5
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Sang
As I lay on the bed, the warm weight of Seth to my left and Jaimie to my right, I felt my heart soar. Jaimie snuggled deeper into my chest as Seth continued answering questions on the cell phone. The sheer joy that coursed through my entire being at that moment left me feeling giddy and weightless. My boys were on their way and they were going to take us all far away from this house of horrors and the monster that was Dr. Sir.
A slight twitch in my left hand distracted me instantly. The feeling of the minuscule movement seemed almost foreign. It had been so long since I had the ability to move that, or really any, part of my body that it took a few moments for the implications to really set in. A muscle in my hand had twitched. As in, it had moved. While the movement had been involuntary, it was movement nonetheless. Desperate hope bubbled through my system and I focused all of my will on the same hand. A larger twitch, intentional this time, moved through the hand and I suddenly had to fight the urge to cry. I focused on my other hand and received a small twitch of a finger in response
Jaimie noticed the growing movements of the fingers of my hand and his golden eyes lit with an internal glow as his face broke out in wonder. He lightly traced his fingers over my hand and I focused on lifting my pinky finger. Without hesitation, he looped his tiny pinky in mine and grinned up at me. The muscle in my cheek twitched in response and I wondered at the tiny movement. If I hadn't felt so content then, I would have cried in relief.
I continued on focusing on moving different parts of my body with varying degrees of success, listening to Seth's soothing voice and the cool and warm timbres of Mr. Blackbourne and Dr. Green over the phone. But peace was never meant to be mine. For the door suddenly swung violently into the wall with savage force. A loud bellow of rage roared through the room and Jaimie and Seth both popped up in fear. As I locked my eyes on the madman that hovered in the doorway, all of my happiness drained out of me in one fell swoop and I was struck by a strong sense of déjà vu.
Dr. Sir stood in the doorway and the only way I could describe his expression was absolutely unhinged. Jaimie started screaming in terror as Seth began yelling into the phone desperately, only for Dr. Sir to suddenly materialize at the side of the bed, like a demon straight from hell. He ripped the cell phone from Seth's grip and hurled it into the wall with great force. The electronic shattered into tiny pieces, plastic and metal showering across the room. When Dr. Sir whirled around, I flinched at the look on his face. If I had thought him frightening before, it was nothing in comparison to his countenance now.
His normally freakishly neat and bland appearance had given way to a wild and terrifying beast. His straight brown hair was disheveled and askew on his head, as if he had frantically shaken it up with his hands. His face was a deep red and veins bulged out of his skin, throbbing grotesquely. His eyes were feral and dark as he frenetically surveyed the three of us, his expression screwed up into a deep snarl. As his eyes landed on Seth's trembling form, they turned icy and I flinched again.
"You! I should have known that you were responsible for all of this, you fucking waste of space. I am going to kill you!"
He launched himself at Seth, his meaty hands wrapping around Seth's delicate neck, and began to squeeze. I frantically tried to move to intervene, but my limbs were still uncoordinated and largely unresponsive. A blur of movement followed by a resounding crash froze every occupant in the room out of shock. Dr. Sir suddenly released Seth as blood blossomed across his head and slid to the floor. His face looked completely shocked and betrayed. Seth sat on the bed, hunched over. He was desperately drawing in massive gulps of air, his face blank in shock and fear. And Jaimie? Little Jaimie held the remains of a broken vase in his tiny hands, the vase he had used to smash into Dr. Sir's head. Dried rose petals fluttered to the ground in an artful shower that would have been beautiful if the situation was any different.
"You leave him alone, you monster! You can't hurt him anymore. Seth or Sang. I won't let you!"
At Jaimie's fierce and defiant statement, Seth tensed before launching himself in front of his little brother. He was quick enough that he was able to intercept the flying fist of his enraged father. A small moan of protest was forced out of my throat, but I was too horrified to acknowledge the first sound I had made in forever. Jaimie's cry of dismay and Seth's small pained groan were lost in Dr. Sir's bellow of rage.
"How dare you, you little shit?! You turned him against me! He was mine! He was mine and you poisoned him! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
He was shaking Seth violently as he screamed into the small boy's face, spittle flying. Jaimie launched himself at the enraged man's open back and began pummeling it with everything he had. Unfortunately, it was largely ineffective and only served to draw the man's attention to him. A large hand snapped out and caught one of Jaimie's tiny arms and twisted. The resulting sharp yelp of pain shattered my heart and I began to desperately try to move, to do anything to stop the horrific scene in front of me.
"Sto-….ple-"
My half formed pleas were ignored as Dr. Sir whirled around and marched out of the room, dragging both struggling boys with him. I heard Seth's cries of protest and Jaimie's pained wailing ringing through my ears long after they disappeared from my sight. I frantically continued my desperate attempts to move, to do anything. I knew that if someone didn't intervene this time, that unhinged monster was going to kill the rest of his family tonight and me along with them.
/
Jaimie
My arm burned in Sir's large grasp, sharp pains shooting through it. As another cry was wrenched from my throat at the agony, the large hand merely twisted harder and I cried again. I could hear Seth's angry voice threatening as we were dragged up the basement steps and to Seth's room, his prison. I was never allowed inside, usually, and I felt my fear climb higher as we were dragged into the dark confines of the small room. The tiny space was mostly bare except for a small, rickety bed and an empty dresser. I felt myself suddenly pulled forward with a rough yank on my captured arm.
I caught myself, barely, on the thin mattress and felt Seth fall to my side. I wanted to close my eyes and wish this all away, but I knew that would never happen and forced myself to look at Sir. His eyes seemed like two black pools and the pure hate within them scared me. I heard Seth take a shuddering breath before I felt his warm arms draw me into his side. I looked up at him and saw the defiance on his face as he glared at Sir, despite the fear in his eyes. I drew some strength from Seth and turned to glare too. I had hated him for a long time now, especially for all of the times he had hurt Seth. If Seth hadn't had made me swear to pretend, I would have spat in his face a long time ago.
Sir had been breathing hard and glancing between the two of us, his large meaty hands clenching sporadically at his side. Thick blood ran down his face, giving him a frightening appearance. I found myself watching a large vein throb in his almost purple face in time with his racing heart. As I locked my eyes back onto his crazed eyes, I renewed my glare, trying to infuse as much of my own anger and hatred back at him. I saw something die in his eyes, dulling them briefly, before they flared in anger once again. He must have reached a decision, because he a mad grin raced across his face.
"You hate me, eh, Jaimie boy? You going to try to leave me too? Like your momma tried? This monster is trying to take you and your momma away from me, but I won't let him. I won't let any of you leave me, ever!"
Sir practically yelled this last part at us both before he reached for Seth again. He yanked him from the bed and I held on tightly to try to protect him. When he saw that I wasn't letting go, he drew his fist back and then all I saw was stars. I slammed into the corner of the dresser and heard something snap. Then the pain hit me like a white hot tidal wave and I screamed. My cheek and arm began throbbing sharply in agony and I curled up tightly to try to stop the pain. Tears trickled down face and a small sob escaped my lips.
"Jaimie! Jaimie, are you ok!? Answer me! You son of a bitch, how dare you!"
The panic and strain in Seth's voice brought me back to the present situation and I looked up. Seth was clawing at the firm grip on his arm, his eyes locked on me and concern clear on his face. Sir yanked back one hand and slapped Seth across the face sharply. Seth's head rocked to the side with the force of the hit and I cried out. Seth turned his face to me and gave me a watery smile.
"It's okay Jaimie. It's going to be okay, I'll protect you. It's my job, right?"
Sir's face contorted in savage rage at Seth's promise and balled his fist. He punched Seth hard and I felt tears run down my face as I scrambled to my feet. A sharp pain shot through my arm as I jostled it in my effort to stand, but I bit back the next cry of pain. Seth was still trying to protect me even now. It's just wasn't fair! I needed to save him for once. As Sir rained blow after blow to my brother's small body I rushed forward, desperate to stop him from hurting Seth anymore. I grabbed onto the arm holding Seth in place and bite down as hard as I could. Salty metallic blood gushed into my mouth and I fought off the urge to gag. Instead, I just bit down harder.
"No, Jaimie!"
The roar of pain from Sir as he dropped Seth made me smile internally before a strong grip on my neck yanked me off and against the wall. The force with which I was thrown into the wall rattled my entire body and my arm screamed in pain. My vision danced with pretty colors and I was having trouble focusing. A sudden blow to my left leg followed by a large snap sharpened my focus momentarily before I was blinded by complete and total agony. I couldn't hear or see anything past the pain and I just wanted to desperately curl into a ball. I was suddenly shoved to the ground by a larger body when a large jolt shook my frame. I opened my eyes blearily to see Seth's pained, green eyes hovering over mine. As another jolt shook through my frame and my leg screamed in pain, I heard Seth grunt.
I opened my eyes in horror as I realized that Seth was shielding me from Sir's powerful kicks. The force of the third hit was harsh and I heard a series of snaps in Seth's side as he screamed so loudly it hurt my ears. I began to cry anew, fearing the worst. As a fourth blow aimed lower, it connected with my broken leg and I released an inhuman shriek. Blackness rose up swiftly to swallow me and I sent a silent prayer that mommy would be waiting for Seth and me when we woke up.
/
North
My blood pounded through my ears and I pushed the pedal just a little bit more, speeding after Mr. Blackbourne's BMW. He had connected us all to his call with the young boy named Seth and I gritted my teeth at the fucked up situation the kid was describing. Our girl had been taken by a psychopathic doctor. A doctor who had killed and kidnapped other women, including his own wife, only to dump them in the woods like they were fucking trash. She had been trapped in her body and subjected to a whole bunch of fucked up shit at this bastard's hands. We had known all of these facts, but hearing all of the gory details described by a small kid just made me want to fucking puke.
This son of a bitch had killed his own wife and tortured his own sons. That alone made this asshole less than human to me. But add to the fact that he had single handedly set about obliterating everything I cared and loved made me want to rip his fucking throat out with my bare hands. Sang, who I loved with every fiber of my entire being, had been forcibly taken out of my life for way too damn long. Every moment that I was denied seeing her, touching her, feeling her chest rise and fall, felt like I couldn't fucking breathe. It was torture of a level that I had never before thought possible. I found myself forgetting what she smelled like, what she sounded like, and that idea scared the shit out of me. If it wasn't for the small collection of photos I had of her, I fear would have already forgotten what she looked like.
Seeing my brother die a little more each day was a whole other type of agony. I remembered how desperately he had tried to get me to talk when we first met, but I had blown off his efforts, off him, with cold silence. As if he had no more worth than the dirt beneath my shoes. When the tables had been reversed these past month and some weeks, I had absolutely fucking hated it. I fucking hated the silence. I fucking hated the dead look in Luke's normally expressive eyes. I fucking hated having to practically force feed him to make sure he lived one more day. I fucking hated that he was working himself to the point of collapse day in and day out. And I absolutely fucking hated the guilt that Luke wore like a fucking blanket, suffocating him day by day.
I gritted my teeth at the memory of those early weeks and flicked a quick glance at Luke in my rear view mirror. He was currently listening to the kid, Seth, answering questions from Mr. B and the Doc. I surveyed the renewed brightness in his eyes and the color in his face, sending another silent thank you to whoever "V" was for the nth time in over a week. Whether it was Volto, as I strongly suspected, or not didn't really matter. They had given us exactly what we needed to begin the hunt for this bastard doctor, Dr. Ayers I reminded myself. I remember putting his file in the to-be-examined-closer pile because he raised a few red flags for me. It might have taken longer, but I was positive we would have found this fucker nonetheless.
These last ten days had re-invigorated our entire team. We were sleeping better, eating better, and with an actual direction to focus on, we were all better able to push back the mind numbing fear and doubts that existed at the backs of all of our minds. Thankfully, Victor had bounced back at break neck speeds when he realized the dead girl in the photo had not been Sang. If another one of my team, my brother's fell apart, I would have fucking lost it. The added bonus to that e-mail was that it had revived Luke from the early grave he had been driving himself into.
He had begun to take care of himself, eating and sleeping on his own. His voice now silenced the rest of us, so I knew I wasn't the only one who had missed hearing it. Gabriel wore an almost permanent look of relief now, and his voice was oddly gentle whenever he spoke to Luke. We were slowly drawing back from that fatal edge we had all been toeing with this last month and a half. The only thing we needed now was to rescue our girl and fucking rip this bastard psycho to fucking shreds. Once we got Sang back, safe and sound, I could finally breathe again. And she was never ever leaving my fucking sight again. Ever.
A sudden commotion on the phone instantly drew my focus and I listened in dawning horror as I heard the little boy plead only to be abruptly silenced. My foot was already pushing the pedal down hard as I could by the time Luke and Gabriel both demanded I speed up. I could hear Victor drumming his fingers in anxiety behind me, as he tended to do when upset. Silas sat to my right and punched suddenly at the dash board. I would have normally gotten after him for manhandling my Jeep like that, but right now I couldn't give a flying fuck.
The drive to Orangeberg blurred together into a dizzying rush of panic, desperation and mind blowing anger. I battled back the dark scenarios that my mind was conjuring up from that horrifying end to the phone call. Sang, crying. Sang, broken and bleeding. Sang, pleading for help and all alone. Sang, dead with her throat cut open. I shuddered violently at the thought of that last scenario and forcibly pushed down the rising bile in my throat. We raced off the exit into the small town and weaved through the sleepy traffic. I ignored the honks and yells of outrage and instead sped up just a little faster, practically sliding around the corner. I barreled up the abandoned street and slid next to Mr. B's car in the last driveway. Without bothering to shut the car off I was out and opening up my trunk.
The guys who had ridden with me lined up and we quickly armed ourselves with guns, ammo, and tasers. I knew that the guys with Mr. B were doing the exact same thing from his trunk. We were not going to be taking any fucking chances with this fucking psycho. Sang's life and the life's of two small kids depended on it. As I locked the cartridge into my Taurus Model 92 9mm, I looked up as Mr. B began giving orders. I imagined shooting a round into the bastard quack's face and I tightened my grip on the gun. As I listened intently to the orders, I felt a grim smirk curl the edges of my lips.
/
Sang
My heart had practically jumped out of my throat as the first cry of pain from Jaimie echoed through the house. What followed next had been the cruelest of tortures. I could hear every bellow of rage and cry of pain and my stupid body was not allowing me to do anything to stop it. I had just managed to flip/flop over onto my stomach when the cacophony from above abruptly ceased. I strained my ears in a desperate attempt to locate either of the brothers or Dr. Sir's location, but the house remained eerily silent.
My desperation to find the boys fueled my uncoordinated limbs and I managed to crawl off the edge of the bed. The fall to the floor knocked the wind out of my lungs and it took me several agonizing moments to roll back onto my stomach. Slowly, but surely, I was regaining the use of my muscles. I had just started the torturous process of crawling to the open doorway when Dr. Sir abruptly appeared. We both froze and stared at each other in surprise. He recovered quickly and swooped down on me.
"Nnn- do't to- mmm"
My throat was slow to recover from the drugs in my system and I knew he couldn't understand me. No, don't touch me, I thought again to myself. He dropped me gently on the bed and set down a bag of medical gear that I had missed before. I wanted to desperately ask about the boys, as the blood on his hands and shirt were doing nothing to assuage my gut wrenching fear. It took me a moment to realize that the mad man was muttering to himself.
"You're not leaving me again Eve, I won't let you. I killed those monsters. They were trying to take you away from me again. They tricked me. I thought my Jaimie had survived, but he was killed by one of those monsters. It fooled me all this time, but it wasn't our Jaimie. I finally got rid of those bastards!"
Instant nausea hit me and before I could stop it, I leaned over the bed and heaved up bile from my clenching stomach. I heard a harsh curse and felt his clammy hands support my weakened body. When I had nothing left, tears welled up and spilled over. Wracking sobs wrenched out of my throat and I found myself pressed up against the mad doctor's blood soaked shirt. The thick, sickening scent of Spring soap and the metallic tang of blood forced its way into my nose. Jaimie and Seth's blood was smearing across my face and suddenly I was struggling as hard as I could. I wanted to bash the bastard's face in. Unfortunately, my struggles were pathetically feeble and I knew I was doing little to harm the monster. A sharp prick in my neck stilled my movements and I felt that terrible numbness seeping through my veins.
Dr. Sir quickly set me back into that damned chair, holding me back up. Within a few moments, he had a new IV line set up and placed into my right elbow. As my recent mobility was cruelly and swiftly snatched away from me, I felt despair begin to take over. I couldn't protect Jaimie and Seth. They were dead and I would never see their beautiful faces or feel their gentle warmth ever again. Weird flashes of heat traversed my body and I felt my throat begin to tighten. As the numbness fell complete over me once again, my breathing began to shorten. It only took a few moments to realize that my struggle to breathe was not a result of my new found despair. Something was really wrong and my breath was soon wheezing in my tight throat. A sharp ringing alarm suddenly sounded through the room.
I felt Dr. Sir stiffen at my side and suddenly he was in front of me, making demands.
"Who did that monster call? Who the fuck did he call!? The police?"
But it was already too late. I couldn't answer him even if I wanted to. I knew it had to have been my boys, but I couldn't muster up any relief. Between the gaping wound in my chest where Seth and Jaimie had been and my ever increasing struggle to breathe, I just didn't care anymore. A slight creak above us sent the mad doctor to the open doorway. He swiftly shut the door before sprinting to his bag. He began rummaging desperately through its contents before he found whatever he was looking for.
"They won't take you from me! Not this time. You're mine, do you hear me?!"
I saw a slight glint of light catch a metallic surface before Dr. Sir cupped both of my cheeks. My gaze was instantly directed to the sharp blade of a large scalpel that rested mere millimeters from my eye. My skin crawled violently as he placed a gentle kiss to my forehead only to step away and around me. I felt him at my back but I couldn't see what he was up to. My throat tightened further and my wheezing breath was much more audible to my ears. I focused desperately on the closed doorway as my vision began to blur and dim. If I was going to die tonight, I wanted the last thing I ever saw to be my boys.
/
North
Victor and Luke were quick to disable the flimsy alarm system and break into the dark house. We all had our guns at the ready and we followed Mr. B and Kota's silent cues to split up and search. I felt my adrenaline rushing through my system as Silas and I slipped through the kitchen to a small hallway. There were two doorways in the dark area and I inclined my head to the first one, indicating for Silas to open the door as I lifted my piece. The small room contained a washer and dryer and smelled faintly of detergent. We swiftly surveyed the whole interior, but quickly dismissed it.
We padded silently down to the last doorway and this time, I reached my hand out and silently opened the door, Silas at my back. The first thing that hit my senses was the overwhelming stench of blood. A small whimper reached my ears and I frantically scrabbled at the wall for light. When I finally managed it, I almost wish I hadn't. Sprays of blood dotted the walls and the sparse furniture. My mouth dropped in shock as I surveyed the carnage. A second small whimper drew my attention to the occupants of the room.
"Ο Ιησούς Χριστός!"
Jesus Christ was right! A small little boy, the one from the convenience store video, was propped up against the wall, cradling something to his chest. As I stepped closer I realized it was an older kid. Fucking Christ! He looked like he had gone through a fucking meat grinder. I couldn't tell if he was breathing or not and the little boy, Jaimie held on to him for dear life. He stared blankly ahead as he rocked gently side to side. He was probably in shock and he didn't even appear aware that we were there. They both looked as if they were fucking bathed in blood.
"Silas, get the Doc. Now!"
Silas darted out the door in a flash and I put my gun into a holster at my side. I cautiously approached the small child and crouched down to his level. His pupils were fully dilated and they appeared to have trouble tracking my approach. When he finally acknowledged my presence, he curled himself more tightly over his brother and let out a warbling keen. I fought down the acidic rage I felt for the fucker who did this as it thundered through me in response to pathetic sound. This kid needed me to be calm and gentle, two things I was never very good at.
"Jaimie? Is your name Jaimie? Hey little buddy, I'm not going to hurt you, I swear it. My name is North. I'm a friend of Sang's. Your brother, Seth, he called us to come save you guys. He called and we came."
At the mention of Sang and his brother, Jaimie looked back up at me and I was struck by how vivid his hazel eyes were, almost a bright gold. He looked into my eyes for a moment, as if searching to see if I was lying. He appeared to find what he was looking for because he spoke with a desperate hopeful tone and silent tears trickled down his chubby cheeks.
"Sang's family? You came! You need to help Seth. I can't wake him up and he's bleeding and I can't hear his breathing very well and I can't feel his heart. He can't be dead he can't!"
The tiny child was quickly entering full on panic attack mode so I reached out and cupped his round cheek to stall his imminent melt down. At my touch, he stilled in shock and held his breath. I locked eyes with his hypnotic gaze and made sure I infused as much sincerity into what I said next.
"Jaimie, calm down, buddy. Your brother? He's not dead, okay? We have a really nice doctor here and he's going to fix you and your brother up, alright? We're going to get Sang and we're going to take you far, far away from here where you guys will never be hurt again, do you understand me? I promise you that that bas-monster will never ever hurt you again."
"You promise?"
At my firm nod, he closed his golden eyes and leaned into my touch, a tear falling down and ghosting over my hand. I felt emotion rise up into my throat and the desire to fucking maim the sick fucker who did this to his own kids grew exponentially. A commotion at the door distracted me and suddenly the Doc was rushing in, followed by the rest of the team. Some of the team froze upon entering the bloodbath but the Doc didn't even flinch as he rushed to my side. Jaimie opened his eyes at the sound and took in the new arrival. I frowned at the delayed tracking of his eyes and he appeared to grow even paler as I watched. I glanced at the Doc and the twist of concern on his grim face jacked up my concern.
"Jaimie, my name is Dr. Sean Green. I'm going to help you and your brother, but I need you to let go of him, okay? Can you do that for me?"
Jaimie didn't respond to the Doc's gentle voice, but he did release his death grip on his brother. Instead, he reached up and clasped my hand tightly with his tiny one. I moved out of the way to give the Doc room to work and settled against the wall near Jaimie. He watched the Doc's movements raptly and leaned slowly into my side. I was struck at how truly tiny he was and had to resist the urge to swear colorfully. The Doc gently lifted Seth off his brother's lap and rolled him over and I couldn't hold back the words this time. The kid's face was a bloody mess of torn and bruised skin. I clenched my free hand tightly and heard answering expletives and hisses around the room. I had been so focused on the small boy and his brother that I had almost forgotten about the rest of the team. Mr. B's smooth voice broke through the haze of red that was beginning to cloud my vision.
"Jaimie? My name is Mr. Blackbourne. I need you to listen very, very carefully. I need to know where Miss Sore- where Sang is. Can you tell me that?"
I refocused on the small child and I felt my concern rack up a few notches as I saw his pupils dilating and contracting sporadically. I was reminded that he was hurt pretty badly himself, but he appeared determined to answer the question. He gathered himself a moment and then focused on Mr. B.
"She's downstairs, in the basement. Sir, I mean, the doctor, he has Sang in the very last room in the hallway. At least, he had when I last saw her. He hadn't hurt her then, I don't think."
Mr. B nodded his head at the fading child and glanced at the Doc. He silently shot him a series of questions and the Doc merely shook his head in response. I felt a cold pit of fear drop into my stomach. Seth was in really fucking terrible shape. You could tell that just by looking at him, but the Doc had just confirmed how bad. He didn't think the kid was going to make it in time for the ambulance to get here. And Jaimie was not doing too much better. He was so pale now that if he closed his eyes, I would have mistaken him for dead. I shuddered at the thought and bit back a grimace.
"Sean, Victor, Gabriel, stay here until the ambulance arrives. The rest of you are with me."
I gently untangled myself from Jaimie's weak grasp and felt a deep pang of pain at the loss. As I stood up to join the others, Gabriel was suddenly there, holding his tiny hand. He took off his jacket and draped it over the trembling child. I took in his very pale and pinched features suddenly and realized what this whole situation must have reminded him of. I was grateful for Mr. B's foresight. Gabriel needed to stay here with these little boys, these brothers. Victor crouched down next to the Doc and began quietly asking what he could do to help.
As much as I wanted to stay and see these kids to safety, I steeled myself against the urge. Sang was still unaccounted for and so was this sick fucker. That was simply unacceptable. Mr. B and Kota led the way out as we navigated to the door at the back of the house that led to the basement. I took point and silently but swiftly walked down the stairs, my gun raised high. The ball of rage that I had fought to suppress around the small kid was growing with each passing moment. I slipped past the first door without stopping and rushed to the door at the end of the hallway. I heard the steady breaths of my team and focused in on the tiny crack of light under the closed door.
I put my hand firmly on the handle, my heart pounding in my chest and the blood rushing in my ears. I hesitated a moment to glance back at the others. Receiving decisive nods, I nodded in return then flung open the door, charging in. I only made it a few steps before I froze in complete panic, ice dousing through my veins, as I got my first look of Sang, my baby, in over a month. I felt bile rush up my throat as it was immediately chased by blinding, staggering rage. For there was Sang, looking so vulnerable and terrified, it made me want to fucking shoot the fucker right then and there. But I couldn't do that, for fuck face had a very large, very sharp scalpel pressed tightly against her neck.
I felt my mouth dry out instantly and I got my first real look at the fucking quack that had started this whole fucking nightmare. Physically, he was completely and utterly fucking normal. In fact, I would even go so far as to say he was boringly average. If it wasn't for the gleam of complete insanity in his raging eyes, I would have never pegged him as capable of any of this. But he was capable of all this and more. And he had to have been completely bat-shit crazy to have taken our girl and expect to get away with this unscathed. As it was, he'd be lucky if he didn't leave this house in a fucking body bag. Or multiple body bags at that.
"Dr. Adam Ayers? You don't want to do this. Step away from the girl and no one has to get hurt."
I knew Mr. B was just trying to get the fucking psycho away from Sang, but I had to really control the urge to snort in derision. Oh, someone was going to be hurt, alright. There was no doubt about it in my mind and as I saw Luke inch up to my side out of my perifery, his face set in stone, I knew I wasn't the only one with that thought.
"Step away? So you can take her from me? No, dammit! She's mine! I won't let you take her away! Eve is never leaving me again!"
The deranged look that crossed the mad quacks face chilled me instantly. This man was fucking unhinged! He honestly thought Sang was his wife. A glint of light caught my eye and I focused on the source. A single tear fell down Sang's cheek and I tracked its slow progress down her lovely face. God, she was so beautiful, it fucking killed me, even in this whole fucked up mess. When I snapped up back to her lovely eyes, I saw the fear and panic expressed clearly.
That was before they suddenly rolled into the back of her head and she pitched forward violently. My roar of panic was echoed throughout the small room as Sang pitched forward out of the chair in violent spasms, a pool of blood growing ever wider on the white carpet.