A/N: Please, please don't kill me for not updating enough, I was thrown into more shows and needless to say I wasn't able to do any writing, but now that I am done those shows and my special effects I can get back to writing. I hope you like this chapter and the ending as I wanted to go with a movie epic feel. I don't know if I want to say I'm proud of leaving you with a cliffhanger like this one but I think it's awesome. Read and Review!
Demons of the Underworld
The sounds of a blender squealing echoed throughout the cavernous building, even though inside the building was a fake home built to look like the interior of a house just outside the temporary walls stood the remains of several blond women. In a cage off to the side sat Catherine Willows. The horrors she had just witnessed over the last 2 months in captivity put Catherine at the breaking point, when she and Mac Taylor had been out looking for leads the two of them never expected the shoot out to happen and for either of them to be shot at.
-Flash back 2.5 months ago-
"You know Mac, you didn't have to come with me"
"No, I wanted to... and with everything happening the way it is now, someone needs to be here with you" Mac kept his eyes on the road as he drove along a main stretch of road heading past the downtown core. Both were on their lunch break and Catherine wanted to go a restaurant along the water front to sit and think things over. The last few months had been trying for everyone involved, there was still no leads as to who had shot Erik and Horatio, STAT was looking into everything that they could but still they found nothing. Turning down a side street Mac looked around and saw a car crash aftermath making him stop and pull over.
"Call it and let's see if they are all right" Getting out of the car and looking behind him, Mac drew his weapon as Catherine got out and followed suit standing by the Hummer with phone in hand.
"This is CSI Willows, we have a vehicle accident on North Surf Road, send fire and rescue" After hanging up Catherine followed Mac and went up to the car and looked through the glass to the driver. The front windshield was shattered and the driver themselves was riddled up bullet holes. A glance around to all the tourists gave Mac a very bad feeling. With people crowded around trying to get a glance in on accident he did the only thing a police officer would do and started to get people back and set up a line that people couldn't cross.
In his attempt to get people to back up he didn't see a gun being drawn on him, the loud bang had everyone scatter as Mac fell to the ground and Catherine rushed to his side putting pressure on his shoulder chest area. An arm wrapped itself around Catherine's neck as people screamed and rushed away from the car and man down, pulling Catherine away the shooter shot Mac several more times before pulling the woman away to a black van and escaping as police, fire and EMT trucks skidded to a stop.
The last thing Catherine saw was Mac lying on the ground with blood pooling under his body as the van door closed and a rag was put over her face knocking her out.
-Flash forwards 3.5 months later, day of rescue -
Looking out from the bars of the cage Catherine shuddered as she wrapped her arms around her naked form; she had been repeatedly raped then cared for and then settled into the cage only for it to be repeated over and over. The man that had taken her was taking his time with her as he wanted to enjoy every last bit of pleasure before he killed her.
Having watched the man bring in other blondes to rape, murder and eat Catherine was starting to lose hope, she watched as two men continuously cleaned up the messes of the women, they never brought in women themselves, but they did take care of the dead and her on orders of the captor. This was no different it was a day of healing from the armoured men as they came to her room and gently brought her out of the cage and to a bathroom.
Neither of the figures ever took their helmets off but the physical care she received was the best and it seemed strangely familiar as the man with the burning orange eyes gave her the help she needed when asked, they rarely spoke and when they did it was always in an electronic garble. But today was different they had clothes and body armour with them in a duffle bag.
"Catherine, we need to you shower and clean yourself up, you won't be stuck in this hell hole much longer, not with STAT and the Police coming."
"What?" Catherine stood confused as she pulled her blanket that was around her shoulders tighter, "What are you talking about, no one will find this place..."
"And that is where you are wrong Catherine... because they know exactly where you are because of us" a frown crossed her face as she stepped back almost falling into the tub, the man with the blood red eyes looked around before reaching up and taking the sealed helmet off revealing man she had long thought dead.
"Erik... you're alive..."
"I am, and today is the day it ends, don't you agree Horatio?" Catherine's eyes widened as the other man took his helmet off revealing the red headed dead lieutenant. A soft smile graced Horatio's face as he stepped forwards to the shocked woman.
"Sorry for the long wait Ma'am, but we had a few things to do first" the look on Catherine's face was all but priceless as she stared at the two of them making sure she wasn't seeing things.
"Both of you have some serious explaining to do after this..." Nodding both men put their helmets back on and as Catherine looked at the two. They had been called the Demon's of Hell by her captor and leader of the Mala Noche. Setting about taking her allowed shower both men looked around the room and removed the electronic jamming device from under the counter they had set up to allow for privacy when Catherine was in the room.
Once finished and changed the two men took her back to her cage but not before explaining she was not allowed to say anything when she was released to STAT and the Police. With the final hours drawing upon themselves the two men readied themselves for the upcoming battle.
-3.5 months back to present time, Industrial Pier 15-
The drive to the pier was a quiet one and with a meeting going on at 2 am in the morning Erik and Horatio couldn't help but make sure they brought travel mugs with caffeine with them as they headed to their location. Upon arriving at the pier they parked off to the side and behind some buildings, they had taken an armoured transport truck that Cameron had set them up with to pick up the alloy rounds.
Stepping out of the truck both men carried rifles; Erik carrying a G36c custom, and Horatio taking a modified HK 417 battle rifle. Moving quickly and quietly Erik and Horatio head to pier 15, making sure that they kept a low profile they hugged the tall containers and the walls of the buildings. As they got closer and closer they came along armed men patrolling the location. Looking to Horatio then back to the patrolling men, Erik slung his rifle to his back and pulled a half serrated combat knife from its holdings by his left shoulder.
Holding the knife in reverse hold and the blade edge towards him he moved back into the shadows as a patrolman came by and was grabbed from behind by Erik who took the knife and ripped the man's throat open before dropping the man to the ground. Putting his knife back Erik looked up to the shipping containers to his left. Pointing to the ladder then up Horatio nodded and went up to give cover fire should Erik need it, eyes in the sky was always better.
Bending down Erik picked the body up with ease and threw the dead man over his shoulder and starting walking out into the open with one hand on the body to keep him from falling off and the other holding the rifle he had read to fire. As Erik walked out into the open area of the pier many of the guards turned and raised their weapons at the intruder.
"I would but those down if I were you, unless you want a bullet" the garbled voice droned out, the guards were soon joined by various gang members and was soon followed by a man in a white suit with a pull over white shirt under the coat.
"And what do you plan on doing there?" The man said grinning as he looked to the people around him before pulling a Desert Eagle from the back of his pants, the others around him cocked their guns and stood ready to open fire. Stepping forwards and throwing the body off of his shoulder like a rag doll, if Erik had a camera he would have taken a picture of the look on the all of the groups faces. The body on the ground almost had its head cut off as blood coated the hands of Erik's glove.
"I want your rounds that you are going to be selling tonight... and I won't be leaving here without them"
"Over my dead body, kill him!" Gunfire erupted all around as Erik took several bullets and remained standing due to the armour. But it wasn't his gun fire that was dropping the opposing side but rather the sniper that was standing on a triple stacked shipping container, moving forwards Erik pulled his rifle to bear and he started walking forwards picking his targets; Shoulder here, shoulder there, Knee, Knee, triple burst chest shot. His focus was on the container truck that behind the man in white with its doors semi opened.
As the shots continue ring out Erik and Horatio systematically cleaned house till there was nothing left of opposition. Trying to run away from the armoured man, the man in white looked over his shoulder to see the man sling his rifle and pulled his pistol from his leg holster. A burning pain swept through entire right leg as he crashed to the ground on his front, rolling onto his back he saw a man leap down from the containers and walked up to him with the other man.
"You two are going to be the ones to steal my alloy rounds huh?"
The man on his rear said with a bit of fear, he was staring up into a face of a demon with glowing red eyes and a set in stone face. The armoured figures stood in tight behind and in front of the man.
"Yes, we two are the ones that are taking the rounds, we have as well butchered your men like pigs. Pity your security is lacking in the will to deal with demons like us." The gravelly electronic voice answered a gun was put to the man's head as he closed his eyes refusing to look up at the fangs of the realistic paint job of the helmet.
"Rakdos, be done with him so that we can get bigger fish"
"Reaver... he's yours" Rakdos pulled his gun away as burning orange eyes replaced the glowing blood red.
"Saris, I promised you that you would be dead before father's day..." The electronic voice spoke slowly and with restrained hatred.
"Caine..." was all that was heard before a lone gunshot echoed and ripped through the dock. The man in white Ron Saris was dead with a built hole in his right eye, the back of his head blown open as blood and brains spilled out onto the ground.
Stepping away from the mess on the ground Horatio looked to Erik who was in the back of the container truck and peering into some boxes pulling out a small white covered flat, pulled in a single round from the flat and unloaded his pistol magazine. Pulling the slide back on the pistol Erik ejected the cartridge from the breech pocketing it and put in the single alloy round into the top of his magazine and loading it into the weapon, he pushed the slide forwards and jumped out heading to the downed body of Ron Saris.
"Let's see if this is the real deal shall we?" Horatio watched Erik as the man didn't bother aiming for anything as the bullet burst forwards from the pistol and fragmented into the body. Nodding at the damage Erik and Horatio looked to the truck as Horatio went to the cab as Erik closed up the back with a slam and climbed up onto the top of the container truck as a voice broke into the coms.
"You have a police search chopper headed your way, and several SWAT teams, I don't know how they found out, they did…"
"Roger Cameron, Horatio give me your rifle and blood load, I'm going to load one with the blood rounds the other with live ammunition" Erik pulled a harness rig set up from a pouch one his back and set up a four point anchor on the roof of the container. Horatio slide his rifle and a belt with pouches along the roof and started the truck up as Erik attached himself to the four point anchor by his harness and belt.
Taking Horatio's rifle he pulled the point sling over his head and shoulder and buckled the belt to one of the anchor points, exchanging the magazines Erik slammed his and on the roof of the container truck as he went into a kneeling position and gazed at the sky.
"Where am I taking this rig to Erik?"
"Anywhere, you know the streets of Miami like the back of your hand, if need be take us out of state to a place where we can stow this beast." With one hand on the roof to steady himself, Erik felt the truck give a lurch as Horatio drove out of the pier and away.
In the distance were the whir of helicopter blades and the sirens of the police, with the cover of the night no one would expect that there would be someone on the top of the truck as Horatio drove, no caring where they went, Erik's only hope was that Horatio knew where to take them and to make sure that he didn't drive insanely and thus possibly kill him with some overpass.
"Horatio make sure you call out anything that would hit me will you?"
"I will, just keep them off me"
The whir of the rotating blades came ever closer, it was almost blinding when a spot light landed on Erik and the helmet adjusted the tint so that he could see, looking up from the roof he was attached to Erik took his rifle and sighted down the barrel as three SUV's drifted a corner and started to pursue them.
"We have SUV's on us…" Erik said and the only difference was that the truck picked up speed as Erik took careful aim and opened fire.