Monday, November 19th, 2012 2:47 PM
Potomac Valley Hospital, Keyser, WV
Amy squeezed her eyes tight as she fought against the pain in her wrists, which had been secured behind her head...somewhere, duct tape slapped across her mouth, the blanket tossed over her again. She was freezing, as Stan had not even bothered to put her clothes back on, instead rolling them into a ball and slipping them under her head.
She knew where she was. Stan had informed her of the exact location. She was trapped in the car, yes, right in front of the hospital in which Reid and Domonick were being treated in. Amy also knew what Stan planned to do. He didn't want to kill, he only wanted to abduct. And Amy could only pray he would fail to do both.
Suddenly, fifteen minutes after Stan had stormed into the building in a rather successful janitor disguise (she could only guess that it had been used in other places), there were sirens from police, and shortly after that there was gunfire. Four rounds sounded different from those by the police, but Amy couldn't be sure, as there were probably several different firearms being used besides Stan's. It didn't matter much to Amy: she screamed anyways, but unfortunately it was muffled by the duct tape (but not much). Almost as suddenly Stan was shoving two people into the back seat of the car, getting into the driver's seat after firing another few rounds. He took off, slamming his foot on the gas.
"Careful! You don't want to cause another accident!" Reid said hoarsely, as if he had only just regained consciousness.
"Do not warn me of anything, Dr. Reid!" Stan ordered in rage, banking hard to the right.
Someone groaned, and instantly cried out in pain. Amy suddenly had a foot in her face. She struggled to move her face away from the foot, but it wasn't working; the foot kept finding her face.
Reid must have noticed her movement, as he said, "Dom, be careful. Amy's on the floor, and her face is by your foot."
There was another cry of pain as Stan swerved to the left, then Domonick gasped, "I'm so sorry, Amy!" He reached down and pulled the blanket from her face, eyes widening in the shock of seeing her duct tape bindings. "Good God!" He instantly removed the tape on her mouth and started to remove the tape on her wrists before suddenly crying out in pain again.
Reid sighed. "Here. Switch sides with me. I'll get to it."
Dom simply nodded weakly, wincing as Reid crossed over him and Dom slid to the left where Reid had been seated.
Reid instantly bent down and started working on Amy's bindings, hiding his pain. She found herself resisting the urge to tell him what had happened not hours before, how Stan had tricked her into believing she was in a forest at night when really she was in an old prop-house and it wasn't even three in the afternoon yet, how Stan had raped her again, but what kept her silent was the fact that she knew she hadn't stopped Stan, and instead had encouraged it by kissing him back once. As soon as Reid had her free she was pulling the blanket around her and shivering madly. That alone said everything. Reid nodded and scooped her off the cold car floor before sitting on it himself, having Dom lay on the back seat. Reid carefully held Amy close, and she held onto him in return, terrified of what could happen next. Stan was becoming unpredictable, acting on careful impulse.
The sound of sirens followed them for fifteen miles.
The only reason it stopped was because Stan had tricked the authorities by causing a dust cloud in front of a fork in the road then "taking a hike" through the forest nearby, leaving not a trace of where they had gone.
Reid had managed to hand her the clothes Stan had folded into a pillow, and she had wrapped the blanket around her in a toga-fashion, as the skirt was just about impossible to put on herself, and Reid seemed uncomfortable helping her. She stayed in his lap, however, and the two had made small-talk. She learned of his and Domonick's injuries (he had regained consciousness not but fifteen minutes before Stan had arrived), and she also learned that Garcia would probably be in the hospital for a while, as Stan had shot her in the leg so she couldn't prevent him from doing what he desired. The strange thing was, no one seemed to have wanted to stop Stan, meaning his disguise and American accent must have been a success. Had it not been for the phone call he made to his brother, the police would never have arrived until after Stan left with his precious cargo.
After another few miles in the forest, Stan stopped the car and pulled the key from the ignition. He removed his wig and faux coke-bottle glasses, removing the janitor jumpsuit to reveal his black jeans and black military-style button-down shirt, his toned physique very evident through the dark clothing. For a man his age, he was rather attractive, something Amy hated to admit but was forced to.
For several moments, Stan remained perfectly still, eyes closed, head slightly bowed. From the angle Amy was looking at him, she could almost swear she saw his hands folded in prayer. Stan...praying? Impossible...no...not impossible, Amy thought as Stan lifted his head and made the sign of the cross. He really had been praying.
"Father, why?" Stan muttered. "You- no, 'thou shalt honor thy Father'..." Stan sighed. "Lucile...I've failed you, I'm sorry. 'Till death do us part', sure, but no one said..." Stan sighed again, rubbing his face with his hands before turning to face the three of them. "Well, it'll probably be just the three of us for a while."
Amy shied away from Stan's extended hand, Reid wrapping his arms around her protectively.
Stan closed his eyes and sighed. "Come on, Amy. You're coming into the front seat again."
Amy shook her head, choosing to remain silent.
Stan blinked, unamused. "Come on, Amy."
Amy remained put, shying away further as Stan rolled his eyes and grabbed her Ace bandage-wrapped wrist. She yelped in pain as he pulled her into the front seat and buckled her in. He began to reach for her face but she pushed herself against the door and tried to hit his hand away, but he gently grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, wrapping her in a hug before tilting her chin up and kissing her lips gently. She pulled away, pushing him slightly and trying to get as far away as she could.
"Amy, what's wrong?" Stan asked, concerned. "You weren't like this before."
"You didn't hit me hard enough to knock me out before," Amy muttered.
Stan closed his eyes and nodded. "I see."
"To add to that," Amy added, "you also bound and gagged me with duct tape."
"Is that what is really bothering you?" Stan asked.
"Two of the many things," Amy said, crossing her arms and leaning against the car door as Stan released her from his embrace.
"What are the others?" Stan asked, opening his grey-green eyes. He seemed very interested in helping her feel more comfortable.
Amy remained silent, blinking twice.
Stan understood. "Oh," he said, looking away. "Right."
Amy turned away, looking out the windshield. "Exactly. It needs to stop. Now."
Stan turned himself back to face her again. "But, not two hours ago-"
"Stop! Now! Please! I don't want to talk about it!" Amy cried. "I'm done, Stan! I'm completely done. I don't want to talk about it anymore, I don't want to be subject to it anymore, I'm done. Please."
Stan remained silent. Curious, Amy turned to look at her former friend to find him wincing from her words, wounded by her harshness.
Amy sighed, wanting to slap herself. "Stan, look: You're scaring me. Nothing scares me much anymore, but you are seriously scaring me. I no longer know what you are going to do. I used to be able to predict your actions, but now I can't. You aren't whom you used to be. I...I want that old Stan Fields back. That's all. I want the friend I loved like a father, the one I never really had. And...and I know..." Amy stopped. She had to address it. "Okay, I know I kissed you back that once, but it was a vain attempt to get you to stop. I'm done fighting because I know I can't do anything to prevent anyone from doing anything to me anymore. The paralysis prevents more than just walking, but fighting and running away. So I figured that...by changing tactics I'd get you to stop. Instead, it backfired."
Stan looked away from Amy as she finished her speach. Amy glanced over at Reid and Dom, who were exchanging shocked expressions, and quickly looked away, focusing on Stan again.
But Stan was much faster.