Title: House Arrest 19/20 + Epilogue
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: William/Xander
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: William is under house arrest after assaulting his teacher. When he starts people watching he notices something strange about his neighbour.
Warnings/Spoilers: Human Verse. Out of Character.
Note: (An S/X adaptation if the movie 'Disturbia'.) Uses actual dialogue from the movie Please don't sue!
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
Part Eighteen
William sat at the kitchen staring off at nothing.
"This is his second violation. He is due in court at nine A.M tomorrow morning," Jenny told Joyce.
"Can he press charges?" Joyce asked concerned about what could happen to her son.
"Your son was in his house, Mrs. Rayne." Officer Walsh said. William remembered that was the officer who held him back. "So yes, Mr. Michaels could file charges if he chooses."
"Thank you," Joyce sniffled and showed them to the front door. "Goodnight."
"Thank you so much, Ms. Calendar and Officer Walsh." Joyce nodded to them and opened the door. A few more inaudible words were exchanged before she gently closed the door behind them. Joyce headed back into the living room and sat across from William.
"I can't believe this…" Joyce started.
"I can't believe you are actually buying that guys bullshit!" William slammed his hand down on the table with a loud bang.
"What after the bullshit you just pulled?" Joyce yelled. She was frustrated with William and just everything. "And after all the shit you pulled this past year you're lucky they didn't lock you up!" She paused trying to calm herself. "I have to go talk to him."
William whipped his head towards his mother. "What the hell are you talking about? Now?"
Joyce ran a hand through her hair. "He could press charges."
"I don't care if he presses charges!" William yelled and stood up. His mother couldn't go over to that psycho killer's house!
"SIT DOWN!" Joyce ordered. "I care." William stood there stunned before sitting back down. "You are breaking my heart Will." Will looked down at the table miserably.
William entered his room amidst a few more lightning flashes and distant rolls of thunder. He paced back and forth a few times before he headed to his window and glanced out at Michaels's house. His mom stood at the front door and knocked on the door. With a sigh William drew the shade and stuck his cell in the charger.
He collapsed to the bed and stared at the roof over his head. Like a Virgin suddenly blared on his cell phone. William stared at it... then jumped from his bed, raced to the phone, ripped it from the charger and flipped it open -
On the phone's LCD screen a text message came up. 'LOOK AT YOUR TV.'
A wide eyed William put the cell phone on his desk and slowly shifted his gaze to his computer monitor - a grainy image popped on, shaky at first. Then it finally steadied, and cleared up. A torso and face come into focus: Oz, lying in the corner of a very enclosed space. Eyes open, head tilted against the wall. Dead.
"OH MY GOD!" Nearly hyperventilating, Kale leaned closer to the screen; he saw a pile of clothes and his Twinkie Tower lying next to Oz.
"Shit…" William realized that Oz was in his closet. Slowly William turned and eyed his closet door. He then stepped towards it, reached out and slid the closet door open. Oz was lying in the corner…dead.
"Oz," William knelt down to Oz who suddenly popped back to life!
"Boo!"
William screamed and fell back to the floor as Oz cracked up.
More lightning flashed and thunder. William staggered to his feet. Stunned. He didn't know whether to hug Oz or beat the shit out of him.
"Dude, don't kill me, don't kill me. I can explain…" Oz raised his hands to protect himself from any possible blows. A giggle escaped and angered William.
"Do you have any idea what I've been through?" William grabbed Oz by the front of the shirt and slammed him into closet door frame. He had been sure that Oz was dead some where in Michaels's house.
"Hey come on…" Oz looked scared.
"I thought you were dead." William pushed away from Oz and walked about breathing hard, his hand on his chest.
"Did you want me to popped out to the cops and say, 'Oh yeah, officers, my friend's right, I was just in that house, I'd gone to get my cell phone out of the guy's car I broke into earlier.' Are you kidding me?" Oz asked following William out. "Look all I could think about was 'I don't want to go to jail. Hide, Hide.' And I went into the closet and yeah… okay, okay that was a bad joke but I just wasn't thinking straight. Please. Please," Oz begged.
"I get it. I get it." William placed a hand on Oz's shoulder, partly in comfort but another to make sure he really was there.
Oz sighed in relief. "Good. Good." He smiled a little. "But I do have to ask... what was in the bag?" Oz asked he wondered if he should consider going into therapy for almost touching a dead body
"Dead deer." William replied and sounded disappointed. He knew he wasn't wrong about Michaels.
They both looked out the window again. Michaels just opened the door. A few words were exchanged that neither William nor Oz could hear and than Joyce entered the house.
"What is your mom doing over there?" Oz asked looking between the house across the street and William
"Keeping me out of jail," William said, he was worried both for his mother and himself. What if he was wrong?
Oz's eyes widened. He pulled out the cam he had with him. "Oh, you know what then. Before the cops get a hold of this evidence you should check this out." Oz walked over to the computer. "I got my whole great escape on video." He plugged the camera into the computer. "I hope this works I dropped it."
William only half listened as he grabbed the binoculars again and looked across the street just to make sure his mom was safe. He saw Michaels and his mom walking across the kitchen and into the living room.
"Dude I was in your closet for like two weeks! I gotta take a leak." Oz started it up. "Check it out, it's genius." With a snap of his fingers Oz spun around and walked out.
The video played on in the background as William stared out the window. When video Oz screamed William turned around. In the video the camera dropped from Oz's hands and slid across the floor towards Michaels's bookcase. For a split second it was aimed under the bookcase before Oz had picked it back up and kept running. "What the hell…" With one last look at his mom William walked backwards to the computer. William scanned the tape back, where Oz dropped the camera.
Joyce and Michaels sat on his couch as she talked to him. "Yeah but it's just been real hard on him," Joyce explained to Michaels. Her arms were wrapped around herself as she tried to give herself some comfort. "He still blames himself."
"I understand that. Feelings like that… they just don't go away." Michaels said in an understanding voice as he took a sip of wine.
Just as the camera slid to a stop at the bookcase and aimed underneath it, William froze the image. It was dark and grainy. William scooted closer to the screen amidst another flash of lightning and a louder clap of thunder. With his finger he pressed the frame by frame button. He started to see something under the bookcase.
"Thank you so much." Joyce said to Michaels, who walked her to the door. "You've just been so great about this."
"Well it's been my pleasure." They smiled at one another.
Before Joyce could open the door, Michaels grabbed a chunk of her hair and slammed her face first into the wall.
Oz entered the kitchen and started to rummage through the fridge. He pulled a soda out and then went for the cabinets
William pressed the button a couple more times. On the screen- The next frames were blurred. On the video Oz just grabbed the camera back - but – William pressed the advance button one more time. The next frame popped into focus. There under the bookcase, was woman's face! Her long red hair partially covered her ghostly, wide open eyed that stared right into the camera.
William recoiled in horror as lightning ignited his room. He ran to his door screaming, "Oz, get your ass up here!"
But a roll of thunder drowned out William's voice
Oz threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave, punched the clock and pressed start. As he reached behind him for his soda can on the island, suddenly Michaels appeared and swung a baseball bat across Oz's face - FWACK! Oz dropped behind the island.
"Oz?" William called over his shoulder. He had returned to the computer, just staring at the face that stared back at him
A reflection appeared in the screen. Michaels stood a few feet behind William. When Michaels brought the bat down, William swerved left. The bat barely missed his head and smashed the computer screen.
William ran from his room and down the stairs. He spotted Oz on the floor jumping over his limp body, and ran to the central tracking unit to unplug it. The cops would hopefully show up before he was the next victim of Michaels.
Michaels appeared taking another swing at William who ducked it and grabbed for the black box. Michaels grabbed both ends of the bat and hooked it around William's neck, pulled him away with a hard yank, tossed him over the island and sent both William and various pots and pans to the floor.
Struggling to stand, William scurried across the floor and out the door but tripped on a well-placed garden gnome on the steps. Michaels or the Greenwood brats must have put it there. Regardless, it slowed William down. He staggered into the yard and screamed for anyone to hear. But the wind and thunder drowned him out as Michaels came up right behind him swung the bat and tripped William up. William fell just short of his kite string boundary line. Like a quarterback pressing to the goal line, William lunged forward, but Michaels's hand swiftly grabbed William's ankle just as the ankle bracelet was about to cross the line.
William screamed and dug his fingers into the earth as he tried to pull himself forward, but Michaels was too strong. He dragged William backward, flipped him on to his back and pinned him to the ground, before he sent a solid punch to William's head knocking him out cold.
He pulled out a roll of duct tape, quickly and efficiently wrapped some around William's mouth, hands and ankles. Michaels grabbed William by his bound ankles and dragged him across the yard back into William's house.