*God Loves You*
A/N: Enjoy and leave reviews!
Cal stood there, his hands tied high into the air and his head hanging down. His feet were barely touching the ground so he didn't have much to support himself with.
Jack crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair, "What should I do with you?" He chewed on the end of a pen and tapped his head, "Anything that you prefer?"
"Just shoot me."
"Oh wait... you still have your... last call... but I was thinking I would wait until you were really hurt and could barely speak... you know... and then I could kick you and it was just break her heart. Gillian's and Emily's... I just love to hear people cry... this will be rich!" He clapped his hands and fell forward in the seat, becoming serious, "Do you like me?"
"No."
"Wrong answer." Jack shrugged and kicked Cal's knee on his bad leg.
Cal gasped in pain, but held in his rage. He took a deep breath and looked at Jack, "Shouldn't you be killing the people who killed your family? Not me...?"
Jack thought for a minute and nodded, "Wait... no! I'm killing YOU."
"Are you sure that's what you want to do? I didn't actually do anything... they are the ones that looked your wife and kid in the face and tortured them..."
"You're right..." Jack whispered thoughtfully.
"So maybe... you should let me help you find those guys.. and then I can go..." Cal suggested.
"No. Shutup! You're trying to get into my head!" Jack yelled madly.
"I'm just thinking... that would be better..." Cal said calmly, hiding his smile.
"Well... I'll just kill all you. The gang members AND you... how do you like that?"
Cal stared at him and shrugged.
"That's what I thought." Jack said, throwing the pen at Cal.
Cal stared at the red pen on the floor and then looked at Jack, "Do I get my call now?"
"Shutup."
"Yes sir."
"I said shutup."
"I was being polite."
"Shut. The. Hell. Up!" Jack yelled madly.
"What happened to you?" Cal asked.
"What are you talking about?"
"You are getting totally pissed because I won't shutup but you aren't really doing anything... I think you're losing it."
Jack placed his hand on his neck and rubbed it slightly, "No I'm not."
"You've become softer."
"Shutup." Jack repeated.
"Naw... How long are you gonna wait before you kill me?"
"Shutup."
"Yeah... I was thinking we could do it sooner rather than later so everyone isn't just sitting in suspense. You know... plus if you wait longer... Somebody might find me and then your whole plan will be ruined." Cal shurgged and smiled.
"Shutup."
"See I was thinking you could just shoot me... It's painful AND quick... it's like a package deal... you know?"
"Shutup."
Cal stuck his lips out, making a weird face and then turned his head, studying Jack, "Your scared." He finally announced.
"Shutup."
"You aren't going to hurt me anymore."
"Shutup."
"If you really wanted me to shutup you would have punched me or kicked me by now."
"Shutup."
"It would be nice if you would say something more than that... this is really boring for me."
"Shutup." Jack said calmly.
"Hurt me."
"Shutup."
"Punch me."
"Shutup."
"Kick me?"
"Shutup."
"Ok... if you aren't gonna do anything... just let me go."
"Shutup."
"Um... dad... I have it." Mitchel said, walking into the isolated room.
Cal looked at Mitchel and felt the fear take over his body, "W-What's that?"
"No so cocky anymore... huh?" Jack asked, waving a rusted knife in Cal's face.
Cal stared at the knife and examined the red crusty stuff on it, "Is that...?"
"Blood? It is indeed. I think... everbody that I have taken get's a little of this knife... and now it's time to add your blood to it." He smiled and spun the knife in his hands.
Cal winced and tried to turn away.
Jack turned around and walked to the opposite end of the room. Picking up a metal bat, he walked back. "I would like to have this bat... meet your head..." Jack smiled and lightly touched Cal's haed with the bat, then brought the bat back, then did it again as if he was trying to get the aim just right.
"I would like to talk to my daughter."
"Twins right?"
Cal nodded and kept a steady eye on the knife.
"Interesting... How long has it been?"
Cal tightly closed his eyes, searching for the date in his mind, "Three and ahalf months..." Cal guessed, keeping his head turned and away from Jack.
"Wow... does she have a little baby bump?"
Cal nodded.
"Did you know... that I was born premature... at 5 months... I was so small and adorable... I could fit in my mothers hands." He smiled with a matter-of-fact nod.
"You? Adroable?" Cal chuckled and felt the immediate pain to his ribs.
"And you thought I wouldn't hurt you." Jack said through clenched teeth.
Cal gasped, trying to breath and looked at Jack, "Just kill me now... you already punctured my lung..."
"When? Just now?" Cal nodded and he threw his hands up in voctory, "I didn't know I could do that... what does it feel like? Does it hurt to breath."
"Kinda..." Cal said madly, trying to stay as still as possible.
"Hmmm..."
.:.
Gillian paced frantically and looked at Ben, "Jack has him... I know it." She said to Ben.
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because Cal looked absolutely terrified and then he said he had to go and that he loved me... doesn't that seem the least bit suspicious to you?"
"I don't know."
"We need to find Jack." She said.
"How do you suppose we do that?"
"He probably left clues... like last time." She began to run around his office, searching for something - anything - that might help. She stopped at the bookshelf and stared at a small sign that read: Cherokee. She bit her lips and searched around it. "5th ad 6th Cherokee." She annouced, looking at Ben.
"How do you know that?" He asked, walking over to the bookshelf and examining it himself.
"These books... are different Volumes and the are the 5th and 6 th voumes and he put Cherokee in between them."
"WHy would he just tell us?"
"They have cameras... remember?" She whispered, hpoing for it to be unaudible by the cameras.
"Ahh yes. Let's run."
.:.
Cal let his head hang down, embracing the pain in his side, trying to make small and steady breaths.
"It hurts... doesn't it?" Jack asked.
Cal stared at him and then whispered, "No."
"Aww... you're a little trooper aren't ya?" Jack asked and smiled, "But if you aren't in any pain... then I need to make it so you are."
"How unfortunate." Cal mumbled.
"Yeah..." He walked up to Cal and pulled out the rusty knife, "Time to put this sucker to use."
"That isn't necissary." Cal whispered.
"Oh yes it is."
Cal stared at it and then glanced to Jack.
"Scared?"
"Of course not." Cal said bravely puffing out his chest.
"Oh! I shoudl let you call Gilly now." He smiled and yanked out his phone, "They probably know where we met by now." He dialed Gillian and held it to his ear.
"Hello?" Gillian asked.
"You have two minutes." He then held the phone to Cal's ear and said, "Speak you dumbass."
Cal cleared his throat and whispered, "Gillian."
She stared at Ben and then pressed the phone closer to her ear, "Cal are you okay?" She asked frantically.
"Yes I am fine... for now."
"Cal... where are you?"
Cal looked at Jack who was giving him a stern look, "5943 Redwood Drive." He spit out quickly.
Gillian gasped out a cry when she heard the loud thump of the metal bat on Cal's head. She heard several more and Jacks maniac laugh, "And another!" Jack yelled as he contiued to beat Cal's head in with the bat.
"Cal!" She screamed as she began to cry.
"Times up." She heard Jack's voice mutter "And another..." Jack whispered before he hung up. Another thump and then there was a steady beep after the click of Jack hanging up.
"He is at 5943 Redwood Drive." She repeated to Ben biting her lower lip. "Ben... he was just beating him.. over and over again." She cried again and ran from the building with him.
.:.
Jack stared at Cal's limp body that was hanging there, his arms still tied to the roof. "He is out cold. I guess I have a good swing." Jack said to Mitchel. "Get rid of him."
"A-Alright..." Mitchel muttered, cutting the ropes from Cal's hands. He was just barely able to catch Cal and began to drag him outside. "You know... I kinda... felt something for Emily when she came here... So I'm not going to kill you... Even though you will probably die anyway..." Mitchel whispered... "I'm just going to leave you here. I am not sure how hard my dad hit you, but hopefully you will live and be happy with Emily and GIllian." He sighed and set Cal down, hearing the sirens coming down the street.
.:.
Gillian was out of the car before it came to a full stop, "Gillian! He has weapons in there!" She ignored him and ran in.
Ben followed close behind, keeping his gun at ready.
"Why hello." Jack siad to Gillian.
"Where is he?"
"Probably dead by now." Jack smiled and stuck out his wrists, ready to be cuffed. Ben glanced around and swung Jack's hands behind his back, putting them in handcuffs.
"Where is he?" Gillian asked again.
"I dunno..." Jack said with a shrug.
"Tell me!"
.:.
Mitchel stared at Cal, holding the rusty knife, "But dad would hate me if I didn't do anything." He fell to a knee and placed the knife on Cal's neck, pressing it enough to draw blood. "I'm really sorry man... but I can't let my dad down." He pressed a little harder, watching as the blood spurted from his neck.
"No!" Gillian screamed, tackling Mitchel to the ground. She yanked the knife from him and put it to his neck.
"Thank you so much." Mitchel whispered, letting his head fall back, sighing out of relief.
She dropped the knife on Mitchel's chest and scrambled over to Cal, "Oh God... oh God... oh God..." She whispered, holding his now fragile head in her hands. She began to lightly comb thorugh his hair with ehr fingers and kept his head in her lap. She lightly kissed his forhead, ignoring the blood that found her lips. She looked at the wound and gasped, Ben!" She screamed out.
"Did you find him?" Ben asked, walking into the small alley where she, Cal, and Mitchel were.
"Ben..." She said, barely a whimper. "He needs to get a to a hospital right now. Possible head trauma."
"Really?" She heard Jack yell from inside the warehouse.
"Shut the hell up!" Ben yelled as he picked up Cal's cold body.
.:.
Gillian stood in the waiting room, staring through the doors and they rushed Cal into the OR on a stretcher. Ben gave her a tight squeeze and sighed, "I think we got him jsut in time."
"He might die trying to save himself."
"What?"
"He gave the address which got Jack mad and then Jack pounded his head in."
.:.
18 hours later was when they got the fist update from the doctors.
"He is in horrible condition. His head was beaten very harshly many times. It broke his skull... causing it to puncture his brain. Luckily... it wasn't the part that told him how to breath or anything like that. But... he will have permanent memory loss. It hit the exact spot in the brain where he keeps things... all things... He won't even know his name if and when he wakes up." The doctor whispered, staring at the ground.
Gillian stared at the ground and whispered, "He won't know anything?"
"Nothing... it is possible that he will get small memories back but he will never be the same... As for the science... I really can't say anything... He might remeber bits and pieces... he might remeber all of it... He might remember none of it."
A/N: So basically he was ALMOSt taken and then returned in ONE cahpter... lol so what do you think of the memory loss? What if he ends up dying? Please leave reivews!
*God Loves You*