"I can't fuck her like this," Ashley said, he and the rest of the group having joined Adam where he was holding Danielle prisoner in one of the gang's houses, where hopefully, the Pigs wouldn't think to look. Idiots. Ashley climbed atop her, putting on a condom. "I can't get hard for this pussy, look at her! Fucking scarred to hell and not in the slightest attractive. Go get me some porn, will you? I need help getting the man hard!"
Danielle had no chance of struggling, because she was like many times before, now chained, and handcuffed. "Shame," Ashley said to Adam. "I normally like it when they put up a fight, but hey she's your bitch. But I get the first fuck because I'm the leader of this gang."
"Of course, Sir," Adam said. "She's all yours."
As the loud sexual moans of women began from someone's phone as well as the gorgeous picture of a stunning naked woman, Ashley grabbed the phone and within seconds was erect. Still with his eyes fixed on it, he thrust his cock into Danielle as hard as he could and began to fuck her.
…
Rick grabbed the keys to one of Smith's Grove's cars and he, Jack, Michael, and Dr Loomis ran towards it. At the sight of Myers with a kitchen knife and wearing his mask, Jack had instinctively shrunk back. "Fuck," he breathed, sounding terrified. "He's so fucking dangerous…"
"We're cool, Jack," Rick said, but Jack was sure he heard his colleagues voice also shaking slightly. "Remember? He promised."
"Yeah," Jack moved even further from Myers. "When he saved your life that day. But Jesus! I…"
Dr Loomis placed a hand on Jack's shoulder. "It's ok," he murmured. "I honestly think the three of us are safe."
"You carry on doing so," Jack looked over his shoulder, casting a terrified look at Myers. "I'll believe it when we get back alive!"
Rick was glad Dr Loomis hadn't tried to stop him or Michael. Charlotte, Danielle and now Joanne were all hurt purely because of Dawson and God knew how much danger Danielle was now in. Michael had activated the audio on his phone the moment she'd hit "panic," and they didn't in the slightest like what they saw and heard.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Jack shouted, sounding close to tears as he, Dr Loomis and Michael saw Danielle chained and handcuffed, a man atop her putting on a condom. "I can't fuck her like this. I can't get hard for this pussy! Look at her! Scarred to hell and not in the slightest attractive! Go get me some porn, will you? I need help getting the man hard!"
"NO! FUCK NO! PLEASE…" Jack glanced at Dr Loomis and were his eyes playing tricks, or did the doctor now look just as angry? He then looked at Michael and could almost feel his murderous rage. Rick didn't wait for anyone's permission. He just started the car, activated the lights and siren, and sped towards Smith's Grove's gates. The guards wouldn't stop them in an SG car with lights and sirens on as it was clearly an emergency.
Hold on, Jack thought desperately. We, Rick, and Michael are on our way. Just please Danielle, please hold on.
They screamed through the day, Dr Loomis pulling out his phone and calling James, the pilot. "It's an emergency," he said over the whale of the siren. "We need you, now. Please. You'll get paid whatever you want, and we'll give you as much leave as you ask for."
James must've heard the siren and known his boss wasn't kidding, because he said "ok, I'll be at the airport in five."
Dr Loomis felt a terrible stab of guilt knowing James was very probably with his wife and children right now, but this had to be done. With a heavy heart, he then phoned Oliver Cutter, telling him what'd happened.
"Shit," the CEO cursed. "Dawson's got Danielle?"
"Yes," Dr Loomis said heavily. "Michaels with us. It's Rick, Jack, and me. I'll take whatever consequences come my way Sir, as will Rick. He said as much. He let Michael out of his cell, gave him a knife and his mask."
"Consequences be damned," Cutter said immediately. "I know enough about Dawson to know he deserves this. Hope Michael kills him slowly, painfully, and inventively. Dawson's put that poor girl through hell."
Dr Loomis stared at his phone in astonishment, then with a wave of gratitude. "Thank you, Sir."
"Can I do anything for you?"
"I've called James off leave; can you please make sure he gets a big cheque for this and also time off on us not from his timecard?"
"Done," the CEO said and hung up.
…
"Joanne? Joanne? Can you hear me?" The voice seemed to be coming down a very long tunnel. Joanne blinked, trying desperately to open her eyes. She felt like shit. So tired and groggy. What the fuck had happened? Last thing she remembered… where had she been?
"Sweetheart, can you hear me?" The voice was female and soft. Then Joanne felt a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, Joanne. Welcome back."
The first thing Joanne noticed was she was no longer wearing her stab vest and protective equipment. Where was she? Joanne blinked at the nurse. "What… where am I?"
"You're still in the hospital," the nurse said. "You were knocked unconscious with chloroform three hours ago."
"What?" Joanne stared at her. Then, slowly, horrifyingly, it started coming back. She'd been guarding Danielle in the hospital with Jason. Dr Fuller, the injection… she let out a soft scream and tried to stand, but a doctor a real one this time, soothingly held her down.
"Just lie still Joanne," he murmured. "Your body's taken one hell of a shock and there's still chloroform in your blood. You'll be alright, just lay still."
"Fuck," Joanne gasped. "Please, is Danielle alright? Where is she? What happened?"
The doctor and nurse looked at each other, neither wanting to be the one to break the news. "Well?" Joanne demanded, despite orders sitting up against her pillows. "God damn it! Tell me! Where the fuck is she? Is Danielle, ok?"
"Joanne," said another quiet voice as a police officer stepped to her bedside. "I'm Detective Wickard. Remember? You met me at Charlotte's room." Joanne felt cold, numbing terror grip her heart. Detective Wickard's words reminded her she was now floors or maybe only corridors away from a critically ill Charlotte. "No," she begged the detective. "No, please?"
Detective Wickard sat by her bedside and touched her arm. "You were knocked out by the fake nurse you met who we now have in custody. The doctor wasn't a doctor at all, it was Adam Dawson. He now has Danielle prisoner but believe me, we're doing absolutely everything we can to find her as fast as possible. She hit her panic button just before she was knocked out herself, so the security companies can see and hear everything, which they are passing back to us. One of the officers also has the same facility."
Joanne stared at Detective Wickard in horror. "No," she said faintly, feeling tears rushing to her eyes. She'd failed Danielle when she'd needed her the most, failed to protect her. She'd never forgive herself. She remembered her assurances to Danielle. "I won't let anything happen to you; I swear. Plus, I don't fancy my chances at all if your man doesn't like my explanation." Well, Joanne turner thought as she buried her head in her pillow. She deserved Michael to kill her for this. She should've been more prepared, more alert, asked more questions, moved faster. Now Danielle was in danger, and it was all her fault. What kind of guard was she? She was surprised to feel Detective Wickard's arm around her, as she finally started to cry. "I'm so, so sorry Danielle."
…
Ten minutes later, Rick, Jack, Michael, and Dr Loomis were boarding the aircraft once more. This time however, Michael wasn't chained. As Jack had said, "I wouldn't dare even try."
After brief flight and fuel checks, they were taxiing across the runway and shooting into the sky. Jack and Rick were both deathly pale. Dr Loomis was sitting next to his patient. There'd been one hell of a terrifying moment in the car when they'd seen an unknown man raping her. Michael's knife hand had twitched as he clenched his fist and Dr Loomis was sure Michael was about to stab him.
"Michael," he'd murmured. "It's me, Dr Loomis. I'm not behind this, neither are Rick and Jack." Doctor and killer's eyes locked, before Michael had very slowly lowered his knife. Dr Loomis lent against the window, adrenaline from terror rushing through him.
Now as the plane flew fast towards Haddonfield, where another Smith's Grove car would be waiting at its airport driven by another guard, they watched as Danielle was further sexually assaulted, tormented, and humiliated. Dr Loomis had explained to James that they couldn't turn this phone off and why. The pilot had simply nodded, as Dr Loomis connected the phone to the plane's WIFI to keep the feed alive. But just before they took off, Rick had tried Joanne's phone. Voicemail. He cursed out loud. "Fuck!"
"She'll be back to us," Dr Loomis tried to assure him. "I promise. She's just unconscious right now."
"Just?" Rick rounded on his boss. "What the fuck do you mean just? She wouldn't be at all if not for that fucking prick Adam Dawson! Don't give me fucking just!"
An hour later, they reached Haddonfield and leapt out of the aircraft, running towards the waiting car. But to their surprise, another man was standing beside it. One they didn't immediately recognise. Then Rick gasped. The man's name was Chris Leach.
…
Chris Leach waited as the group approached him, immediately seeing Michael Myers in his mask and holding a huge kitchen knife. He felt himself shiver. Fucking hell! He had to be very, very careful. But he'd promised Sharon he'd put this right, and this was how he'd do it. Adam Dawson deserved everything he got. Adam had gone too far. Ashley had phoned him, gloating they had Danielle prisoner. Leach just knew Michael Myers would get here somehow, so had driven straight to the airport from his house to wait. He took a breath.
"Dr Loomis? My name is Chris Leach."
"I know," the doctor said, looking at him suspiciously.
Leach could also feel Michael's cold gaze upon him. Oh shit, fuck! It might be me dying tonight as well as Adam! "I'm here to help you," Leach said, speaking quietly but quickly. "Adam's gone one step too far even for me. I never liked tricking a blind woman, none of us did."
"Yet you still did it," Dr Loomis looked at Leach contemptuously. "You programmed the iPod did you not Mr. Leach? You allowed Mr. Chancer to spy on her, reporting her movements and words to Adam, allowing him to bribe a guard to get her number to him. That guard is now… no longer with us. You want to follow him? Why the hell should we believe you're here to help us?"
"Please," Chris Leach begged Dr Loomis. "I… I know it sounds crazy, but I need you to trust me! I can take you to exactly where Adam has her."
"Bullshit," Jack snarled. "You don't help anyone Leach! You're a fucking well known crime Lord! Why in God's name should we…"
"Please?" Leach interrupted, sounding almost desperate. "Please, we're running out of time! You must let me do this! Yes, I'll hold my hands up, ok?" As he spoke, he raised them. "Fine! I admit it! At first, I didn't care Danielle is blind, it was money! But as time went on and Adam became more and more determined to get to her, I knew enough was enough. I terminated his contract then!"
"Yeah," Jack could hardly disguise his hatred. "Because you found out she's with Michael, yes? You terminated it Mr. Leach to save your own fucking ass! We know you knew about them; we were there when Mr. Chancer texted you on that fucking iPod of yours! You're not fooling us Leach!"
"While I agree with my guards," Dr Loomis said quietly, looking at Leach with utmost dislike. "I will give you the benefit of the doubt. You will sit in the middle row, Jack, guard him. Rick, I want you up front with the driver to pass on any directions this rat gives us. I will be behind with Michael. I should warn you Mr. Leach, Michael will be right behind you. Any hint of a lie or trick, we won't stop him killing you in any way he pleases. You got that?"
"Completely," Leach looked into Myers' cold eyes through the holes in his mask and shivered.
"Right," Dr Loomis said briskly. "Let's get moving! As you yourself said Mr. Leach, we're running out of time. God have mercy on your sad excuse for a soul if you're lying to us!"
Dr Loomis had never been more thankful the Smith's Grove cars were all 7 seaters. As they took their places as he'd directed and Leach began to direct the driver towards their destination, Dr Loomis just hoped they were indeed fast enough.
…
Adam had deliberately taken his time before fucking Danielle, wanting her to feel the terror and fear of knowing he soon would. So far, only Ashely had fucked her, but they'd spent hours taunting her.
She had been forced to cook the men's dinner while naked, while the men freely sexually assaulted her, touching her breasts and fingering her vagina. She had never felt so much humiliation, anger, and hatred, but what could she do? She was powerless. She'd even made the mistake of trying to fight back and had been burnt with boiling water for her troubles.
Now, one of the men knelt in front of her and started licking her vagina even as she stood there. She wanted to turn around and knee him in the head, but knew it wasn't worth the risk. Where the fuck were the cops? Didn't the monitors get a map of her location? She knew audio and video of all this was being recorded, but what good was that if they couldn't even find her?
She was surprised Adam had been so stupid as to not try and turn her phone off. But then it only showed a blank screen, so hopefully he suspected nothing was happening, as was indeed the app's disguise. She just hoped it, really was… she desperately tried to clamp down on her fear that she would die tonight. But as she carried the food into the lounge, having been spoken to like an animal as the men showed her where everything was, it was becoming harder and harder to see how she'd ever get out of this.
For the hundredth time, her thoughts went to Michael, and she felt a stab of longing. Desperate, panicked longing. Yes, because she loved him deeply, but also, she couldn't lie, because Adam may then get what he deserved. Death.
…
"Turn left here," Leach said to the driver. "Down that Alley. He's holding her at one of the Misogynist gang's addresses."
Jack snorted. "Fucking hell Leach. Misogynist gang? Jesus fucking Christ! How far will you go for money? Slimy little worm!"
"I'm not in it," Leach said quickly.
"Oh, and that makes it ok, does it?" Jack glared at him. "You make me sick! You're only doing this to ease your own fucking conscience!"
Before Dr Loomis could give the order, the driver deactivated the lights and siren so as not to give away their arrival. They were getting close. No wonder the cops hadn't found them if the house was this well-hidden.
"Rick," Dr Loomis said. "I want you to wait until we're in the house then phone the cops, give them the directions. We will get Danielle safely out and into this car. Once we've done this, we'll let the police take over.
"So basically, let Michael have Adam, then we get the fuck out of there."
"Exactly," Dr Loomis agreed. "I mean hell, what do they expect? Michael Myers is a killer! An unstoppable killer! What could we possibly have done?" Now, Dr Loomis turned to his patient. "Michael, please listen. I won't attempt to stop you with Dawson, you have my word. But afterwards we'll need to use chains to make it look like we tried to restrain you just in case the cops see you. As soon as we're far enough away, they'll be off. Ok? Are we cool?"
Michael looked steadily at Dr Loomis, then slowly nodded.
"Thank you, Michael," Dr Loomis murmured. "I'm glad you're with us and understand why this is necessary. As far as the police will know, you stole another car, this car to escape to Haddonfield. We after all left SG in another vehicle. We'll work with you if you work with us?"
The killer made no response of any kind this time, but Dr Loomis didn't need him too. He knew he and the killer understood each other perfectly.
"Mr. Leach," Dr Loomis said to the man in front of him. "We can't guarantee the cops won't arrest you, but if what you're telling us is indeed true, I will put in a good word for you to hopefully have you released. Ok? I cannot however say the same for your so-called nurse."
Chris Leach nodded to the doctor. "Yes Sir, thank you."
…
"Right," Adam said, letting out a huge belch and setting down his beer bottle. "Time for your fucking, Danielle. Ben, can I use one of the bedrooms?"
"Of course, Adam. Enjoy," Ben said. Ashley smirked. "I sure did once I got my cock in her."
Adam laughed and began to drag Danielle up the stairs. There was no way she could resist. Not yet. But instead of panic, her mind was whirring fast. How? How could she get out of this? No fucking way was she going to willingly let this misogynist rape her! Not again, not anymore. But what the hell was she supposed to do?
"Missed me, have you?" Adam laughed as he threw her on to a bed and joined her, grabbing her before she could even think of moving, pulling her to him and jamming his lips against hers before forcing his tongue into her mouth.
"You're all mine bitch and I'm going to fuck you again and again until I'm done. You're never getting away from me, I'll make sure of that! You try anything to do so, I'll fucking kill you for real with the machete this time!"
She tried everything not to shiver. Memories flashed across her mind as sharp as audio recordings. The garage, the rope, Adam locking the door… she tried as hard as she could to push them away, she had to! She had to try and fight back. She heard Adam unzipping his pants, then the rip of Foyle from a condom packet.
"Oh yes," Adam groaned. "Finally, at long last! I'm going to fuck you until you're bleeding, then every other man downstairs will get a go! Fucking bitch!" Then, he slapped her to the face. She made herself not even flinch. She wasn't the woman he thought she was and somehow, she'd show him this, one way or the other. Adam forced her on to her back and mounted her, jamming his mouth to hers again, as he prepared to thrust his cock into her. She spoke four words as he did so, her voice hard, cold, without a trace of fear.
"Go to hell, Adam."
…
"Hey Joanne, how are you feeling?"
Joanne looked up at the sound of the male voice, forcing her heavy eyes to open. In truth she still felt like shit, but that was nothing to her mental turmoil. How in God's name was she going to make this right? Perhaps she'd ask Michael to kill her. God knew she deserved him to after she'd failed so catastrophically. So much for being a trained guard.
"Joanne?" The voice asked again. She forced her eyes to open and after two attempts they did. She was shocked to see Colin Avery standing there, and almost started crying again when he placed a box of chocolates from the hospital's gift shop on her bedside table, before kneeling beside her bed and taking her hand.
"You do know none of this is your fault, right?" He asked softly. Joanne snorted.
"What the fuck Colin? Of course it is! What are you doing here? You should be with…"
"Shh," Colin soothed, squeezing her hand. "Mom and dad are with her, but she's not the only one Dawson has hurt today, is she? I must see how you are don't I? Charlotte would have serious words with me if I didn't."
"You're too fucking kind," Joanne still couldn't look at him. "Jesus Colin, this is all my fault! Adam has her and it's all because of me!"
"Ok then," Colin was still holding her hand, but his tone was stern now. "Why? How exactly Joanne? How exactly is this your fault? Hmm?"
"I should have asked more questions, moved faster, been more alert…"
"Bullshit!" Colin snapped and Joanne now did stare at him in astonishment at his harsh tone. "Total and complete bullshit! Joanne Turner, Dr Stark told me your Surname, how the fuck is this your fault? There were two guards with her were there not? Dawson had help and the so-called nurse injected you with fucking Chloroform! So, unless you have some kind of supernatural resistance to a drug designed to knock a full-grown man out, tell me how you could've resisted? Please do, I'm dying to hear this!"
Joanne didn't like it, but she also knew he was in part right. "As for asking questions," Colin continued, his voice gentle now as he moved and put an arm around her. "Who the hell expects a fake nurse to turn up like that? Ok she was nervous Adam might try something; she told me. But none of us could've been prepared for what he did. No one. Do you understand me?"
Joanne tried to stop herself, but next second she was crying again. She felt both Colin's arms come around her now, as this time she was the one being comforted.
"Hey," Colin murmured. "Hey, it's alright. I'm here. You are not to blame for any of this. None."
"Well said," said another voice as Dr Stark entered Joanne's room. "I'd listen to Mr. Avery here if I were you Joanne because he's right. You did absolutely everything you possibly could, as did your colleague Jason."
Joanne finally managed to raise her head from against Colin's shoulder. "Is he ok? Jason?"
"He's fine," Dr Stark said. "Just getting treatment for shock. You both have absolutely nothing to apologise for!"
"Do… do you all know?" Joanne asked Colin, feeling even more terrible if that was possible. Charlotte was fighting for her life in this very hospital and here she was crying over her mistakes to her brother!
"Yes," Colin said heavily. "The police came and told us shortly after it happened. Well, dad and I anyway. Mom doesn't know, she's in enough pain over Charlotte and it…" he hesitated. "Wouldn't help."
"The boys are on their way," Dr Stark said quietly to Joanne and Colin. Dr Loomis, Rick, Jack and of course, her other half."
Colin and Joanne both drew in breath. "Shit," Colin whistled. "I'm so fucking glad my name isn't Adam Dawson right about now!"
"Me too," Joanne agreed fervently. "Although I still think I'll deserve whatever Michael wants to do to me for this."
"Which will probably be exactly what I'm doing," Colin said as he hugged her tightly once more. "He won't blame you for this, nor will she. She adores you Joanne, God knows she's told me that enough times."
Joanne tried to smile, but even she knew it wasn't very convincing. "Where are they?" She asked Dr Stark.
"Their priority is to find where Dawson is holding Danielle, then they'll bring her straight here. After Michael has… she paused. "Completed unfinished business with Mr. Dawson."
"Damn it!" Colin snarled. "I wish to God I was there to see it!"
"Same here," Joanne said. "I'd provide the fucking popcorn!"
Dr Stark nodded in agreement. After a moment, Joanne turned to Colin. "Shouldn't you be with your sister?" She asked.
"He will be now," said Dave Avery's voice as he now entered Joanne's room. Colin stood so his father could take his seat. "Hey there Joanne," Dave said. "How are you doing?"
Dr Stark followed Colin out of the door back towards Charlotte's room, leaving the two of them in private.
"Shit," Joanne said truthfully. "God! I know what your son's said is right, Dr Stark too. But it's a damn lot easier said than done Mr. Avery."
"Hey, call me Dave and I'm sure it is," Dave took her hand now. "As for what my son said, he's a wise boy so I know whatever it was is right."
Finally, Joanne managed a small smile. "You've got a good wife, son and daughter Dave," she said sincerely. "Charlotte's one of the kindest girls I've ever had the fortune to meet and Colin's one of the kindest men. I haven't met Emma before these terrible circumstances, but I just know I'll like her when I do get the chance."
"Thank you," Dave smiled back at her. "But that's not Emma's doing or mine, that's them as their own people. But I agree, Emma's wonderful and they are both very kind kids. Not that I can really call them kids," he gave a rueful smile. "Adults then. But they'll always be our kids no matter how old they are."
"Of course," Joanne smiled tiredly back at him.
"I'll leave you to sleep," Dave made as if to stand up. "I know that stuff can be nasty. Fucking bastards! How dare them! So, sleep it off sweetheart and I'll see you soon, ok? No beating yourself up now hear me. You're a good woman Joanne and a just as awesome guard. But you're only human, you and Jason both. You both did everything you could."
"Maybe in time I'll believe that," Joanne said quietly. "But right now it's incredibly difficult."
"Of course it is," Dave sat down again and now he put his arms around her. Joanne had the sensation of being hugged by a father. A huge swell of affection hit her for the whole Avery family. "But you need to believe what we're telling you. This is entirely Adam Dawson's fault, not yours or Jason's. It's so obvious to all of us you care deeply about her and Charlotte. You're a good woman Joanne, on this you need to believe me."
Joanne opened her mouth, but Dave cut across her. "No, don't you dare," he warned. "I bet I know what you're about to say. You should be with your daughter, not a guard who didn't act fast enough, yes?"
Joanne flushed. "Got me," she muttered.
"Well don't even think about it," Dave said. "I know Charlotte would say the same. You need TLC too; Colin and Emma are with Charlotte. But she's not the only one Adam Dawson has hurt recently. We care about all of you not just our family. You've done so much for her; she's told us enough! You're more than a guard to her or us Joanne, you're also a friend, as are they. Yes, even Michael Myers."
"Thank you," Joanne managed a more genuine smile at the older man this time, blinking back tears not of guilt but gratitude. "Thank you, Dave, that really means a lot to me."
"You're more than welcome sweetheart," Dave now did stand. "Now get some more sleep, get that evil shit out of your system for us so you're fighting fit and right as rain, ok? I'll have words if you don't, as will Charlotte when she can, that I promise you! Not to mention Danielle!"
Joanne couldn't help herself. "Yes dad," she murmured and as Dave Avery left the room, she was sure she heard his quiet sob.
…
"Where's your bitch, ben?" Ashley asked as the remaining four men sat around drinking beer, while Adam fucked Danielle above them.
"Ha, I haven't got a new one yet," Ben belched loudly. "Not after I put the other one in hospital. Treading carefully like."
Ashely smirked. "Fucking bitch deserved it. How dare she does not have dinner on the table dutifully awaiting your return?"
"Yeah," Ben sneered, "you're telling me dude! Where's yours?"
"Locked in my house," Ashely grinned, opening another beer. "Chained up where she belongs."
The others roared with laughter. "Nice," Ben said appreciatively. "No more than women deserve! That's their place, after all!"
"Here's to men in control of bitches," Ashely raised his bottle, and the others joined the toast.
…
"Ok," Leach breathed. "It's that door there. Ben his name is, it's his house. Now please believe me, I have no idea how many guys might be in there, please be careful."
Silently, Rick and Jack loaded their guns. Leach got out with them when the doors opened. Dr Loomis gave him a questioning look.
"What? I'm coming with you," Chris Leach said. "I can't just sit here! Hopefully if I order the guys to stop, they'll stop. They're terrified of me. But Dawson? Mr. Myers he's all yours."
Dr Loomis stared at the crime Lord for a moment, then nodded. "Alright," he said. "Thank you, Mr. Leach. I don't know what your ulterior motive is for helping us, but I'll accept your word. I think you know what'll happen if you're tricking us?"
"Completely," Leach said again, nodding to Dr Loomis.
As quietly as possible, the six of them crept towards the door, the driver also loading his gun.
"Are any of those guns real?" Leach whispered. The driver nodded to him, gesturing at his own firearm. Leach nodded back.
They headed towards the chipped door, noting there were no houses nearby. Dr Loomis shot another glance at Leach.
"Ben paid to have his built here," the crime Lord whispered. "Didn't want anyone finding him. Hardly anyone knows where he lives. He'll see this as a huge betrayal, but I don't give a shit. I never liked the guy. We only talked business."
"Alright," Dr Loomis said as they reached the door. "One of you three needs to bash it down."
"I got it," Scott the driver said immediately, easing past them all until he and Michael were standing side by side.
"You're in first pal," Scott breathed to the killer. "We'll be right behind you, guns are loaded. But Adam Dawson is yours, we won't touch him, we'll target the others. Good luck, Mr. Myers." Scott was certain Myers nodded very slightly to him, their eyes meeting through the holes in the killer's mask.
"Ok on the count of three," Scott whispered as Rick and Jack stood close behind them, Dr Loomis, and Leach at the back. "You ready Mr. Myers?" Again, that slight nod. Scott saw the killer's hand clench around his knife handle. Thank God I'm not Adam Dawson, he thought. His life's about to end. "One, two, three!" He smashed the barrel of his gun against the door, then fired a single shot. Within seconds, they were in.
…
It was clear that for just a second, Danielle's outburst had stunned Adam. She'd never once spoken to him like that. But it didn't take him long to recover, as he again slapped her to the face. She felt her head rock violently to the side and a jarring pain in her neck.
"I suppose you think just because you've been in that loony bin you can talk to me like that," Adam said, his voice both very low and very dangerous. "Well, I'm sorry to say, you're so wrong." She heard the clinking of chains and knew all too well what was about to happen. Still, she didn't panic. She had to trust the DASC, trust their assurance the app would save her. Eventually.
Adam grabbed her hands cuffing them behind her back, chained her ankles with more cuffs, before finally securing them to two metal rings securely bolted into the bedposts. She knew why they were there; this was after all the house of a Misogynist. Doubtless the guy had chained his woman there while raping her. Sure enough, her legs were now stuck wide open, impossible to close. Her ankles were already hurting from the relentless teeth of the cuffs.
"You, see?" Adam sneered, climbing back on top of her. "Now I can fuck you so much easier. You'll pay for talking to me that way you insolent bitch!"
She knew she was done for, at least as far as him raping her went. There was absolutely nothing she could do. Now Adam kissed her again, pure lust in it and she knew her lips would bruise, along with the many small cuts on her arms and legs. After she'd served them dinner, the men had decided it would be fun to cut her repeatedly with knives. Not deeply, but enough to tell and show her who was boss. Luckily most of them had stopped bleeding, but the pain was terrible, not helped by the cuffs she was now wearing.
"Fuck," Adam groaned as he started to thrust inside her. "Fuck yes! You think you got away from me, but you're all mine. Where's your so-called man now, eh? Not running to rescue you now, is he? That's what you get for being with a masked silent killer who's also locked up in that nuthouse with you! He'll never escape, never get to you, and be able to save you! Just accept it bitch, you're trapped with me forever! In time, I might be nicer to you if you be a good little girl and do exactly as I tell you! Somewhat nicer, mind. But that depends on your behaviour. If you take even one step out of line…"
CRASH!
Adam started in shock. "What the fuck was…"
"HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD!" They heard a male voice shout. "IN THE CORNER, ON YOUR KNEES, NOW OR I WON'T HESITATE TO SHOOT! MOVE!"
"Fuck!" Adam cursed, bolting off her and over to the door. "Fuck!"
"You were saying, Sir?" she said weakly. She felt awful, but she'd be God Damned if she'd let this bastard take her without a fight. "About Michael?"
They suddenly heard fast, deliberate footsteps on the stairs. Adam bolted into the wardrobe and slammed the door behind him. She could hear him moving things inside to try and keep the door closed. Danielle almost laughed out loud. Would have if she didn't feel so weak. Fucking coward! The cuts may be small, but how much blood had she lost? She could feel it soaking in to the sheets underneath her. Shit. She might bleed to death if she didn't get help soon…
Forcing her mind away from that terrifying scenario, she concentrated on what she could hear. The footsteps had stopped. "I'M IN HERE!" she shouted as loudly as she could, which wasn't that loudly, but they must've heard her as a few seconds later, the door crashed open. It'd been locked, she'd heard Adam do so. But whoever was outside had broken it down with total ease.
She found herself thinking again of Michael. Despite all she'd said to Adam, she had a horrible feeling he was in fact right. How could or would Michael escape? Really? The thought was amazing, but she knew it was just that, daydreams. There was no way Michael would get out a second time not after 1978, security would be too tight. She was unable to stop the tears falling down her cheeks, so turned her head in to the thin pillow. It was the only thing she could do as both her hands and ankles were cuffed in place.
"It's alright," Said a male voice. She didn't move or even turn her head. She was too weak and in too much despair to even do this tiny thing. "Danielle, I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to help you."
At first, she didn't believe the stranger. She'd been through hell tonight and was only expecting more. But when the footsteps approached her side and she felt gentle and caring hands dabbing her many cuts, she started to think that maybe… just maybe…
"Who are you?" She croaked.
"A friend," the stranger said simply. "Someone who hates Adam almost as much as you do."
"What…" she tried to ask, but she was starting to feel faint with terror and blood loss of the past few hours.
"Shh," the man said. "Don't speak now, just let me help you."
It was then she heard another set of slow, calm footsteps approaching the door, in what sounded like heavy boots. The stranger continued treating her many cuts. The door was pushed open again and…
For a second, she was sure she was indeed dreaming when the sound reached her ears. "No," she said out loud, but very quietly. Slow, measured breathing. It couldn't be, could it?"
"ASHLEY!" the stranger hollered. "GET UP HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH AND GIVE ME THE FUCKING CHAIN KEYS! NOW!"
"I…" came a terrified shout from below. "I don't have them Sir, Adam does."
"THEN WHERE THE FUCK IS THE LITTLE COWARDLY WORM, HUH? WHAT, SCARED? HE SHOULD BE! WELL, GET THE FUCK UP HERE ANYWAY AND HELP ME! DON'T AND I'll FUCKING KILL YOU! MOVE!"
"GO!" Another voice yelled. "DO AS HE SAYS OR I'll SHOOT EVERY ONE OF YOU!"
Danielle could hardly believe her ears. Rescue! It was here! She listened again. Yes, there it was, that measured breathing. "Is…" she breathed to the stranger as they heard running footsteps. "Is…"
"Yes," the stranger whispered back. "It's Michael. But I wouldn't approach him right now, he's…"
"Angry," she breathed.
"He's also wearing his mask and holding a fucking huge knife," the stranger whispered as someone else ran into the room.
"Mr. Leach Sir, I…"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP ASHLEY AND HELP ME! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU ANIMALS DONE TO THIS POOR GIRL? FUCK ME YOU'RE A BUNCH OF PSYCHOS! WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, WHERE THE FUCK IS DAWSON?"
She then heard slow, unhurried footsteps approaching the wardrobe. "He's in there," she said before Ashley could answer. Next second, she heard the wardrobe door being forced from both sides. She tried to sit up but the stranger, who she now knew was Chris Leach himself, pushed her down. "No," he murmured. "You're too weak. Lie still for a minute." He raised his voice again. "ASHLEY, KEYS MOTHERFUCKER!"
"Dawson's got them," the man called Ashely said. She knew by his voice he was the first one who'd raped her. Hatred consumed her until she felt dizzy. Despite this, she found her voice.
"Adam, what were you saying about Michael not escaping? You are a cowardly little shit! You're fine when controlling and bullying women, but now you're fucking terrified! You know if I was strong enough, that thought would give me an orgasm! Jesus I've waited years for this! How I wish Charlotte was around to see it! Rest assured I'll tell her when, I said when she wakes up! You couldn't even fucking kill her properly, could you? Face your death Adam as you've said so often to me, "Like a man!""
She heard Chris Leach snicker. "Well said," he said.
"You're Chris Leach," she said softly. "Aren't you?"
"Yes, I am. I'll tell you right now I'm not even going to try and excuse the part I played in the hell you went through. But as time went on, Adam went too far. I'm so sorry. If your man here decides to kill me after he's finished with Adam, I'll totally understand why."
"I'm guessing you've sort of made up for it tonight," she said. "You brought them here, didn't you? Just a guess?"
"Yes," Leach confirmed.
"Then I for one will ask Michael not to touch you. Thank you, Mr. Leach Sir."
For the first time in his life on hearing that, Chris Leach felt his heart tug with sympathy. "Hey," he said. "I'm Chris to you. Ok? Jack and Rick are downstairs, covering the others at gunpoint as is another guard, Scott. You're safe now. I promise."
That was when the wardrobe door crashed open with such force, it came clean off its hinges. Clearly Michael had had enough of toying with his next victim. Next second Adam was being hauled out, unable to speak seeing as Michael had him by the throat.
"KEYS!" Leach snarled at Adam. "MOTHERFUCKER!" He stormed over to Adam and started searching his pockets violently. Within seconds he'd retrieved the chain keys. "I hope you die slowly," he spat at Adam. "Slowly and painfully! Shit! Where's the popcorn when you need it?"
"Here fucking here," Danielle said, as Chris Leach approached her and began to unlock her chains.
Within moments she was free and couldn't help smiling at the crime Lord. Right now, she didn't see a criminal, she saw a man who cared about her and who'd seen more than enough of Adam Dawson just as she had. "Thank you, Chris," she said.
"No problem. Ashley, throw me that first aid kit. Move!"
Ashley mumbled something indistinct, but they had a pretty good idea what it was. I'm not letting a woman have a first aid kit.
"Need I remind you," Chris said softly, a clear warning. "Who's also in this room? Only said woman's man, Michael Myers himself!"
Ashley must've cast a terrified look at Myers because Leach said "yes, recognise that name? Give, me, that, kit!"
Ashley handed it over immediately. She sincerely hoped he wasn't about to get away with raping her. But how could she insure that? Leach began to put anti-septic on her many cuts, being as gentle as he could. A minute or so later, they heard more footsteps, then a voice she'd never been so happy to hear in her life.
"Danielle! Thank God!" It was Dr Loomis.
"Dr Loomis," she said weakly, wincing with pain as Chris Leach continued his work. Dr Loomis completely ignored the fact Michael had Adam by the throat, it was as if it wasn't happening. "Do you need a hand?" He asked Leach.
"You're the doc," Leach smiled at him. "Would you mind just checking I've done this right? I think I've stopped the bleeding but I'm not awesome at applying dressings."
"No problem," Dr Loomis stepped to her other side.
"Mr. Leach… Chris," she said quietly. "Please get him out of here. Ashely? He…" Chris didn't need her to finish.
"Get out of here, asshole. Your job is done. Get down there with the others! Get moving or I'll finish your sorry ass myself!"
"Y… yes Sir," Ashley stammered and ran. She gave a weak chuckle.
"What?" Chris asked her.
"I love how he ran from you at your slightest word. You only had to speak, and he's gone. Those men who terrify women and are fine controlling them…" she stopped, blinking back more tears.
"Hey," Leach said, taking her hand. "I know, I know. I'll say it again, you're safe now, I promise."
Dr Loomis began to apply dressings to her cuts, murmuring an apology whenever she winced in pain.
"Motherfuckers," Leach snarled. "Shit! The guilt of the part I played in this will haunt me for life! I mean," Dr Loomis saw him glance at Michael. "However long I have left."
"We'll get you to hospital as soon as we can," Dr Loomis said. "Jack will take you very soon. But we don't want to do so until…" she smirked. She knew only too well what he hadn't said. Until Adam is dead. "Do you feel strong enough to put your clothes back on?" Dr Loomis asked.
"I think so," Dr Loomis and Chris eased her into a sitting position. She felt a brief spell of dizziness and waited for it to pass.
"Steady don't move too fast," Dr Loomis said. "You've lost a lot of blood."
"Don't I… fucking know it!" she hissed through gritted teeth. "Shit! It hurts!"
"I'm sure sweetheart," Dr Loomis murmured. "Do you want me to stay and help you?"
She swallowed all pride and spoke two words to one of the men she trusted beyond all others. "Yes please."
"I'll see you downstairs," Chris Leach said, heading for the door past a fatally trapped Adam. "Don't rush, ok?"
"Couldn't have said it better myself," Dr Loomis smiled at Leach.
Slowly, carefully, Dr Loomis began to help her dress. "Are you hurt down below?" He asked.
"I got raped twice!" Dr Loomis took a breath.
"I know," he tried not to let his anger show, but from her sad smile he knew she'd heard it. "We saw him! God, I hope Michael has his number! So, are you in pain there as a result?"
"Yes," she admitted. She never thought she'd let anyone near there again but didn't try to stop him as carefully as he could, Dr Loomis began to apply soothing cream to her vagina. The effect was instant.
"Thank you," she said gratefully. "God! What did you use? It's amazing."
"I bought my own first aid kit which had soothing for the vaginal area in it. Ok, we ready to get dressed now. I didn't see any bleeding from your vagina either, you'll be pleased to know."
"Thank you, Dr Loomis!"
"Hey," Dr Loomis took her hand and squeezed it. "It's what I'm here for. By the way," he lowered his voice. "Michael's keeping Adam's eyes firmly away from you, he's trapped against the wall by the throat."
"Ok Dr Loomis, let's do this thing."
"That's my girl," Dr Loomis squeezed her hand again, before starting to help her into her clothes and shoes. "Ok, do you think you can stand up? Take it steady, I'm right here."
Very slowly, Danielle eased herself to her feet. There was a little pain in her cut arms and legs, but not as much as she'd expected.
"What happened?" Dr Loomis asked as he guided her towards the door.
"They kept cutting me with knives and sexually assaulting me, they made me cook them dinner and the rest."
"Jesus! You could've bled to death if they'd nicked an artery! Fucking hell! Do these guys have no limits? Yes, I'm talking to you!" He shot at Adam as he helped her out of the door and towards the stairs.
As she lent on him for support, she heard Adam gasping for breath while by contrast, Myers' breathing remained calm, steady. Damn she wished she could see exactly what Adam was going through. She couldn't but knowing Michael as she did, she knew it would hurt like hell.
"I… don't think I…" she began. Next second without needing to ask, Dr Loomis had lifted her into his arms and was carrying her down the stairs, her cut arms around his neck. As they reached the bottom, she heard another voice she'd believed for a while she wouldn't hear again. Jack's.
"Danielle! Thank fucking God!" she was touched beyond words to hear he was close to tears. "I'll take you to the hospital in just a few minutes, lights, and sirens on. It is, after all, an emergency."
She knew full well it wasn't really, she wasn't dying or anything, but Jack wanted her cared for as soon as possible. Ashley and his other three cronies were still on their knees in the corner of the room, being covered by Rick and Scott's guns. Suddenly, there was a deafening crash, which made her automatically flinch.
"Hey, it's alright," Jack ran to her and mindful of her injuries, put his arms tenderly around her. Oh dear, it would appear us soon to be late friend Mr. Dawson has just fallen down the stairs."
"What a shame," she mumbled, feeling so, so tired. Next moment, she heard Adam let out an agonised scream. "Michaels just pulled him to his feet by the neck," Jack said. "You motherfucker," he shot at Adam. "D, you up forgiving me a hand again?"
She immediately understood and with his help, she got to her feet. "Hell fucking yes." For the third time in her life, she stood beside her guard and friend, Jack handed her his gun and, click!
"You get a free shot," Jack murmured to her. "He's not moving an inch because Michael's got him round the neck."
"I don't want to hit Michael by accident though."
Jack laughed. "Hon, he survived six real gunshots in 1978, you really think these bullets will hurt him. Or that he'll hold it against you?"
"Good point," she approached the dying Adam and the love of her life, Michael.
"Don't even bother," she said to Adam as she raised the gun. "You, see? You haven't even got breath to taunt me! Jesus fucking Christ I hate you! I hate you so much! You made my life hell from day one! Even when I tried to kill myself because of you it wasn't enough was it? Even when I was undergoing medical treatment you couldn't leave me alone could you?" she only now realised there were tears of anger and hatred running down her cheeks. "Fuck I hate you, Adam! I hate you!"
Jack put an arm around her but wasn't supporting her this time, she knew it was entirely up to her. She raised the gun her hand completely steady and pulled the trigger.
BANG!
Adam let out a howl of pain and would've staggered backwards if Michael wasn't holding him so tightly.
"Told you that you were a crack shot," Jack said. "Straight in the right leg! Fucking awesome!"
She heard the prisoners being forced towards the door. Her rapist was going to get away with it. She was wrong. Ashley didn't even see it coming as Michael Myers released Adam briefly, strode to him in three large strides, yanked him to his feet by the arm and slit his throat with one lethal swipe of his knife.
"Nice," Rick said appreciatively to the killer, who turned immediately back towards his number one target.
There was something else she just had to do before it was over. Approaching Adam and Michael with Jack still supporting her, she reached up and grabbed Adam by the ears. She pulled them as hard as she could, enjoying his screams of pain loving the fact he didn't dare insult her or tell her to get off his ears.
"You know," she spoke over his yells of agony. "That's the only thing I'll miss about you Adam, your ears!" Jack laughed out loud.
"Cops are here boss," said Rick. "They're in the process of taking the prisoners away under arrest before they return. Well, the remaining ones that is!" He glared at Ashley's corpse. "I told them our priority was getting Danielle out and we'd tell them when it was done. So, we've got plenty of time to watch the show." Rick lent against the wall. He saw Adam glaring at him and laughed. "What? You expect us to help you? Dream on! You deserve everything you get!"
"I think he cracked his head on the stair rail," Jack resumed his commentary as he guided her back to a chair. She couldn't stand for too long just then. "He's bleeding from the head, and it looks as if Michael has stabbed him several times."
"Good!" Just as Michael again raised his knife.
"No, please Mr. Myers," they heard Adam beg. It was music to her ears. "Please no, I promise I'll never harm her again, never touch her! I know she's yours now Sir and I can't get to her, so I won't. Please let me live and I promise she'll never hear from me again!"
Now it was Dr Loomis' turn to laugh. "Perhaps if you'd said that before you pulled your evil stunt today, you might've been in with a chance of mercy. Ever heard the expression too little too late?"
She didn't have to guess to know that by Adam's howl of pain, Myers had just stabbed him yet again. She felt a rush of love for Michael so powerful she momentarily felt dizzy under its impact. Something must've shown on her face because Rick joined Jack, both putting their arms around her. Rick even wolf whistled, which made her laugh weakly.
"I never asked you if you could whistle, did I?" She asked Rick, who chuckled.
"Nope, but I sure can," he said, and whistled a happy little tune as Michael lifted Adam clean off his feet and slammed him against the wall.
"Ow! That sounded like it hurt. Fuck I wish I could see this!"
"Headfirst into the wall," Jack confirmed. "So yes, it probably did."
"Please," Adam whimpered, causing her mouth to fall open in shock and disgust. How he dared… "Please, please I'm begging you. Ask your man here for mercy, to spare my life? I promise I won't ever touch you again, I admit it, and ok I've lost! Please I'll do anything…"
"I'm terribly sorry Sir," she stood up again, standing tall and facing down her year's long tormentor. Dr Loomis felt a rush of pride. If only Dr Stark and Joanne were here to see this. "But I'm afraid that's not the woman's decision is it Sir? You've told me that enough times. I have absolutely no control over what Michael decides to do. He is after all, the man. He has the control. I'm just a little woman. How dare I try and ask Michael to do anything."
Jack and rick snorted and hugged her close tightly. "Fucking awesome," Jack whispered and this time she could hear he was in tears. "Fucking awesome! Jesus I'm proud of you girl!"
"Well said!" Rick agreed.
"I can't ask him to make it quick Sir, nor can I ask him to make it slow and painful, though Michael, please do? I hope you feel every second of your death! You know I said go to hell Adam just now? Seems like that is indeed where you're headed! Let me know if it's hot enough, eh?"
Now she couldn't help herself. She approached Michael and Adam, Jack at her side and felt love swell for Jack all over again, as the guard offered her his arm.
"Thanks Jack," she whispered and using his support, she raised her bandaged and painful leg and kneed Adam to the balls as hard as she could. Pain had never been more worth it in her whole life.
She heard all the breath shoot out of him in one and he slumped over. She just knew he was trying not to be sick. "Whoops, I'm so sorry Sir, didn't see what I was doing."
Now Rick, Jack and Dr Loomis all laughed out loud. "Better hurry it up pal," Rick murmured to Michael. "I'm keeping an eye out for the returning cops, but sadly we'd better get this done soon. Much as I'd love it to take hours!"
"Please," Adam was still begging for his life. Unable to help himself, Jack stepped forward and punched him straight to the face. There was a crack as Adam's nose broke and blood poured everywhere.
"I got to get in on this," said Chris Leach's voice as he entered the room. Considering what he'd done for them, Dr Loomis had made sure he wasn't arrested. "Hey! Dawson! Motherfucker! Enjoy your death and may you never, ever rest in peace!" With that, Chris Leach smashed his fist across Adam's throat. He'd made every effort not to kill the guy with that one punch. That wasn't after all his job.
Michael grabbed Adam by the hair and yanked him back to his feet. Everyone in the room even Adam knew it was for the last time.
"Burn in hell," Danielle snarled.
Adam seemed to know he was out of chances or mercy, because he turned towards Danielle and spat his last words.
"Fuck you bitch! You seriously expect this Psychopathic killer to stay faithful to you? She won't stay faithful to you either Myers! Slightest chance of someone else comes along she'll be gone! You are nothing but a fucking slut! You opened your legs for this Psychopath yet? Your so-called relationship doesn't stand a chance! Fuck you!"
There was a sickening, terrible sound of a knife slicing through flesh, then the whoosh of escaping blood. Despite everything, she was glad she didn't see exactly what happened. That was, until she heard the thump of something hitting the floor. Jack and Rick both turned away in unison, bringing her with them as they were still holding her. "Jesus!" Jack said thickly. "Fuck! That's my sleep gone for a year! Not that I'm sorry for him you understand! He deserved that and more!"
"He… Michael's just decapitated him has… hasn't he?"
The lack of a reply told Danielle all she needed to know.