Hey y'all! Sorry for the long wait. It's the end of the quarter, and some of my grades are on the edge. Seriously, my history teacher gave me a legit F on a quiz... but whatever, it's only first quarter. Still kinda busy, though...
Finally, we will see what happens to Kim... if you can bear reading it...
Those with weak constitutions may wish to leave the fanfic...
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I caught up to him after two blocks. I grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him against the wall.
"Where is she?" I slammed him against the wall again.
"Where did you take her?!" I snarled, my voice coming out low and guttural. I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Thanks, Jack. I'll take it from here," my dad said calmly. He took hold of the guy and ripped off his mask.
"Look who it is, "Red Bandit" O'Doyle. I caught you a couple years back for shoplifting. I'll let you off if you tell me where Briggs and the girl are."
"What make you think I'll tell you?" O'Doyle rasped. My dad looked him in the eye.
"Because I know you, O'Doyle. You're a petty thief, not a murderer. What Briggs is doing, it sickens you. You can't stand it, you're only doing it for the money.
You've got a little girl, haven't you? Blonde? You want her to end up as a pile of bones in a morgue?"
I could see Dad was getting to him. O'Doyle started shaking.
"Alright, alright! I'll take you to him. Please, not my little girl…. Not my little Evelyn…"
We walked him toward the police cruiser. After frisking him for weapons, he got in the backseat. I rode with Officer Nick, who was calling for backup on his radio.
"You sure you want to come, Jack? It may be really ugly, especially with the girl. What's her name? Kat? Kit?"
"Kim. And yeah, I'm coming." His words were stinging like a swarm of bees, but I tried not to let it show. Kim was still hanging on. I could feel it.
"You really love her, don't you?" I nodded.
"Then let's hope we're not too late."
After about fifteen minutes, we pulled up to an abandoned warehouse in the old part of town. Dad instructed Nick to watch the back. There was nothing there
but a looming concrete wall and no more than two doors. Dad wanted Nick on stakeout, probably so I'd stay out of harm's way. It only made me more anxious.
Hold on, Kim….
Kim POV
I couldn't escape. This was it. I was about to be raped and murdered. I could see the look of rabid lust in Briggs's eyes.
Please God, send me a miracle…..
And a miracle came. The door slammed open as a man walked in. Briggs turned away from me.
"What did I say about INTERRUPTIONS?" He spat at the man.
"Sir, it's quite important. You see,-"
I didn't pay anymore attention. My survival mode kicked in. This was my chance. The perspiration building on my wrists had loosened the ropes. I tugged at
them desperately. The men kept talking, their conversation becoming more heated.
Suddenly, the ropes broke free. I quickly undid the bonds at my feet and removed the duct tape, trying not to wince.
This was it….
I had to take Briggs by surprise. I took a couple steps back, summoned my energy, and kicked him between the shoulder blades. He stumbled for a second
before turning around. There was murder in his eyes. The man quickly scrambled away.
"So, you are stronger than I thought. But now, it is time for you to go," he hissed.
"Yeah, time to go home." I shot back.
I was free. It didn't matter how much strength I had, or that I was up against someone with experience. But this was one-on-one sparring. Let's just say the
odds became more in my favor.
I threw punch after punch, intending to wear him out. Briggs was slow from age, but he had a couple tricks. He dropped to the floor and swept my leg out from
underneath me. I fell toward the ground. He picked me up and drove me against the wall, again running his filthy hands over me. He then grasped my throat
and started squeezing. I tried to pry his fingers off my neck, but to no avail. My breath came in gasps and my vision became foggy.
"Bye, bye, Kimmy," he said in a babyish voice.
Nobody calls me Kimmy….
I braced myself against the wall as I kicked him hard. You can probably guess where. He bent over as I sent a falcon punch to his temple. He collapsed on the
floor. I had nothing left for another fight. I put my foot on his face.
"Don't…. Call me Kimmy."
And with that I took off and ran. Ran harder than I ever imagined I could, adrenaline coursing through my body. The building was a labyrinth of concrete walls
and steel doors, not of which led outside. I was trapped… again. I came to a darkened room. In the light from the hallway, I could see something that looked
like a furnace. I scanned the room, squinting in the darkness.
Two small fuel tanks, I think, a work table, - There!
A ray of light glinted on a window at the corner of the room, up by the ceiling. I got up on the table. The light was brighter, as if there was something
outside, like the headlight of a car. The window was locked and I couldn't reach the latch. I took a heavy brick lying next to the table and threw it at the
window. It smashed with a huge CRASH!, shards of glass flying everywhere. I heard footsteps coming. It was two of Briggs's henchmen. I jumped down and
roundhouse-kicked one of them. He scramble out the door, the sissy. The other one looked at me. Then he lit a match and flung it toward a pile of paper. It
caught on fire, spreading across the floor. The man walked out, closing the door behind him. I ran to the door; it was locked. I pounded on it uselessly. The
room glowed red, light bouncing off the walls like a lava lamp. I heard the crackle of the fire and felt the temperature rising. The smoke caught in my eyes and
stung my throat. They always tell you to stay down, because the smoke rises up. But this time, my only way out was up. I got back up on the table. Flames
danced around its base, slowly burning the legs. The window was about two feet up. I jumped up, catching the thin ledge of the windowsill. Pieces of glass
pierced my hands. I tried to bring my elbow up. I couldn't. My feet hung uselessly against the wall. The pain welled in my fingers. I lost my grip on the ledge,
tumbling toward the fire. All hope was lost, until a pair of strong hands caught mine...
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Well, you were all begging for a longer chapter, I hope that satisfies you. This was definitely one of the better chapters. Did you guys like the
amount of detail I put in the fire? As you can see, Kim does not like being called Kimmy. :) I have a bunch of stuff tomorrow but with luck I
can write soon.
So... drumroll please... READ&REVIEW!
P.S. For those of you who go on the Kickin It Wiki, I have an account.
It's "J'adore la plage et les montagnes" and my icon is the Earth. I also sign off as Meg , too See ya there!