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Post by Joker on Jan 3, 2011 2:16:54 GMT 2
Walter was teetering on the knifed edge. It was a challenge for him now, his job versus loyalty to his new found friends. The bolt cutters snipping the chain was a semblance of his holding back his inner demons. Carter had allotted him the money, gear, and abandoned garage for this one.
"Do it the easy way Walter." The demons voice said, a sick twisted version of his own voice, "Break her fast and get it over with, you can do it. After all not your first rodeo, plus it is your job." The logic was sound, he could make her scream and squirm for the camera...
'Shove it,' he replied as he began to drag the large wooden crate into the building. He was going to find a way out of this where no one would get hurt, he could come up with something. It was going to be hard he knew what to do to make it look real he just would have to milk it for Verone's sake. Slowly and carefully he started fixing the stage for this performance, a lone camera set at an angle just off center, a flood light behind where he would stand and finally a wooded chair he began to piece together. A simple construction for a great lie, he began to plan this out in his mind.
The last piece he pulled from the box, a metal mask looking like a stretched skull, it's eyes dark and vacant. Dented it was pock marked with bullet scars and scorch marks. He grasped the mask and exited the garage shutting it behind him. He entered the truck and quickly made a check of his surroundings, there was no one watching as he made his way down the road towards Faye's office, she was probably working late on another case, he could see the lights turned off in all but one area. Slowly and carefully he began to douse the rag in chloroform. He waited in silence...
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 3, 2011 15:16:29 GMT 2
Faye yawned as she looked down at the case file in front of her, something that hit a little to close to home, the only difference between her case and this one was the little two year old child currently on life support down at general. As of yet the mum had refused to testify agaisnt the father and were playing happy families, Faye's partener was currently trying to talk to her while she was looking for something, anything that ment they could get the scum of the street without the testomony of the parernt.
With a sigh she closed the file as her phone rang, the name of her partner flashing on the screen, picking up the phone she nodded her head, letting him know she'd be down in half an hour, apparently he thought she would be better suited at talking to the mother then he was.
It took her only five minuets to grab the things she needed, and as she was heading out of the building she quickly phoned Jack, leaving him a voicemail, letting him know she'd be late and not to wait up for her.
Her heels clacked agaisnt the ground, the door swinging shut behind her as she stepped into the street.
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Post by Joker on Jan 4, 2011 0:43:19 GMT 2
'Show time.' he mouthed silently and donned his mask. He slipped the truck into neutral and locked the wheel strait, he slid from the car and released the emergency brake. His padded boots were silent as he rushed up behind his victim. He grasped her head from behind and forced the chloroform rag around her mouth, without waiting for her to go limp he pushed her into the back of the moving truck and resumed driving all within a few minutes. He looked over at her semi conscious form and thought to himself, I'm so sorry Faye.
He drove in silence to the garage once he arrived he hoisted Faye over his shoulder and sat her down on the chair. Carefuly and surgically he placed her into the restraints for her arms legs and neck. Her face was forced back and he placed the false limbs over the blocks that hid her real ones. Her view would canvas them and she would believe they were hers. Next he lined up the camera to look over his shoulder effectivly hiding the line between the real her and the fake ones
After he was content with the angle he pulled up the wooden box and took a seat on it pausing only to hit record. From his pocket he pulled four strands of rubber tubing and a syringe. Calmly he reached up and slapped the retrained woman. "Wakey wakey." The mask hissed with a sythasized tone.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 4, 2011 16:33:30 GMT 2
All the training, all those hours with Walter, came flooding to the forefront of her mind, she threw her head back, attempting to hit who ever was behind her, but strong arms wrapped around her body, and a rag was stuffed in front of her face, rendering her useless as she tried to fight back. She tried to stop herself from breathing it in, but the shock had already caused her to gasp in once, and as her world slolwy started fading black, her breaths came in slow bursts.
The next couple of minuets were a blue, she felt her self moveing, knew she was in a veichle, but didnt know what type, nor where they were doing, she was just trying to get her mind to co-operate with her, to wake up, to see something, but there was pretty much nothing, just black.
The coolness of a hand slapping agaisnt the side of her face caused her to wake, slowly, but the more she realized she couldnt move, not an inch the quicker she came to, the more she struggled, the coolness of metal biting into her skin, her breath leaving her body in quick bursts.
No...she wouldnt do that, wouldnt give them the god damn satisfaction, she needed to keep a level head, but it didnt stop her heart from beating so rappidly beneath her chest she was sure it would burst free, nor the fear, the gut wracking fear that rushed through her body, or the tears that sprang to her eyes, or her body which shook.
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Post by Joker on Jan 5, 2011 1:07:36 GMT 2
Walter knew the shock would wear off soon so he got to work tying the rubber tubes around her arms just above the elbows and tightened them down. He snapped the arm bands then bent to tighten the the ones on her legs at mid calf. He thn moved to the syringe and began tapping the air bubbles from it. "This is a mild anesthetic that works on local nerves...don't worry you won't feel a thing...at first." He reached under him into the wooden box and pulled out a tinning hammer, a chisel, a bone saw, and a c-clamp.
Walter laid out the tools neatly on his lap and then took her 'hand' into his gloved one. He lifted the mock limb just beneath her eye level and ran a thumb gingerly over it. "Such soft dainty things..." quickly he snapped the middle finger back with a loud popping sound. He folded his head to the side contented. The products where very realistic. He lowered the 'hand' back down and placed the clamp on it, battoning it down. He placed the chisel between the ring and pinky then brought the hammer down. He could see the skin split letting the thick red liquid spill down the arm of the chair to the floor.
After an hour of the sadistic work he finally came to a finish. Severed tendons and torn muscles were laid out in front of me a sick sight for anyone that did t know it was all fake. He took a deep breath as his watch beeped, it was close to midnight and he had been doing his best to keep his personality ice cold. The last thing he needed to do was address the audience.
With a calm cruelty in his disguised voice he turned and stood placing a black sack over Faye's head and then kneeling by the camera. "You really should listen and stay out of other peoples business." he let out a sadistic laugh before turning off the camera.
The charade was almost over and he fought to keep himself in check over her sobs. He began to pack the gel props away in a small trash bag, quickly his hands moved over her restraints and he caught her as she fell forwards. He let her down softly to the side and bound her arms and legs together. "The anesthesia will be wearing off soon." He whispered in his own voice. "Don't move Faye, you are okay." he went to work breaking down the wooden chair and box. He removed the mini tape from the camera and then set the camera on the wood. From his pocket he pulled both a zippo and it's fluid from his pocket and started the fire. His moves fast and accurate he swept Faye to his shoulder, grabbed the bag and lifted the door enough for them to leave.
As a man on a mission he surveyed as he moved. Preplanned he slid the bag into a compartment under the tooly in the back of his truck, dropped her carefully I. The rear seat of the F350 and did a final once over for any tracable bugs or wires. Satisfied he removed his mask and started on the way to his safe house, he took back allys and streets avoided any head lights and back tracked to make sure he wasn't followed. The normal forty minute drive shifted into an hour then a half more. Finally the truck came to a stop and he checked to make sure no one was around. He exited quickly and brought her inside letting the young woman land on his couch softly. Carefully he removed the sack and undid her bindings. He kneeled before her, "Faye, you're safe."
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 6, 2011 19:44:56 GMT 2
Faye had felt fear a number of times in her life, she had felt her life hanged in the balance, and she knew no amount of begging or crying, nor struggling helped, she had learned long ago that silence was her best defense, that if she was quite, and allowed it to happen it tended to be over a hell of a lot quicker then if she begged, or sobbed or told them to stop.
Yet as the injection was pushed into her veins and the numbness worked through her body she could feel that fear slolwy crawling back through her body, her sanity of what she knew slolwy slipping away. She had felt fear, all to often, but this was something she couldnt describe.
As her finger was pulled backwards and the sickening crunch of breaking bone hit her ear, she couldnt help but let out a sob, even through she couldnt actually feel anything. She forced her eyes closed, sobs racking through her body, the warmth of her tears tracking down her face. "Please" Her voice had long since gone hoarse and her body was tired, yet she never once stopped struggling, even as she could feel another warmth, one she was sure was blood, she chocked back on her sobs, her body shaking from exhaustion as the words sunk in.
The words sank in, or as well as they could, she couldnt really think straight, there was just a bunch of fear, then everything went dark, soothing words hititng her ears, and the fear bled into confusion, into fear, things were happening quickly, and she felt herself on the move once more, her eyes stil forced closed.
It took only a second to realize she was free, and only a moment to start fighting, her heart beating a mile an hour, as freash tears began to fall dow her face. "Walter?" Her voice was so small, so tiny then she didnt even recognise it, and the closer her came to her, the furhter away she moved herself, curling herself up into a small ball, as she rocked gently back and fourth.
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Post by Joker on Jan 6, 2011 19:54:44 GMT 2
Walter couldn't stand it to see her cry, it's began to tear at him as his icy demeanor melted. "Faye, I'm sorry...I couldn't..." He couldn't find words for the thoughts in his mind, how could he justify what he just put her through. 'Whoops, my bad.' Didn't exactly cover it. He fought hard to choke back his own tears. He sat in silence watching her. He could see her shake and all he wanted to do was hold her and comfort her like he would a sister but all he could do was sit in his kneeling position and try resisting the urge to go gun down the man that made him do it.
"Faye I need you to listen to me. This is important. You are stuck here for a while. Carter, Jack, Brian. Everyone thinks that I just beat the shit out of you. Your life, Brian's life, His family, Jack and I, all our lives rest on this going according to plan. Carter is up to something big and the police can't touch him on it." He found the strength to stand and go to the mini kitchen, he pulled a glass out and filled it with water. He slowly offered it to the shocked woman.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 6, 2011 20:09:29 GMT 2
Faye was trembling, she could feel it in her whole body as her mind tried to sort through everything that had happened, her arms were wrapped tightly around her body, her brow creased as she tried to cease her crying, he had told her the pain would come, but it didnt, just shock, and fear, which refused to go away, and her hands, they were intact, or seemed to be, but that could be the stuff he had pumped her full with, and how was WAlter there, had he helped her.
She heaved in a deep shaking breath as she untangled her arms from her body, her eyes filled with tears as she looked down at her hands, they were whole, intact, not broken, nothing, she turned them this way and that as she tried to make sense of what had happened, she could hear him talking, saying, something, but she couldnt make sense of it, her gaze finally turning towards him, the water in his hand shinning in front of her.
"You" She shook her head as her stomach flopped, twisted, she didnt think she'd make it to her feet, let alone find her way to somewhere she could heave, but she did, managing to find her way to the kitchen, where she emptied her almost empty stomach.
She stood there, on weak legs,her hands resting agaisnt the coolness of the sink as she breathed deeply. It didnt take long for her legs to give way and she fell back down to the floor. "Why" She questioned, and she wished, so bad that she could make sense of what had happened, or what she was feeling, or just to get the fear to stop, all she wanted was Jack, or something, warm, safe, but not this confusion, nor the body numbing fear she felt.
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Post by Joker on Jan 6, 2011 20:14:23 GMT 2
"Jack is in some sort of trouble with Carter..." He said calmly making his way back to the kitchen and setting the glass down next to her. His face was blank again, "Carter wanted to make a point known to him...using you. I had to make it convincing...I had to make Carter think he was in control. Something big is going down and I need to be involved or it all goes south. My intel is saying this could be a possible terrorist activity, not normal run of the mill coke shit." He said watching her closely ready to react if she collapsed or lashed out. The drug was wearing off now he could see the alertness coming back to her eyes.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 6, 2011 20:18:24 GMT 2
The words reached her, yet none of them made sense, Jack, in trouble with Carter? it didnt make sense, she would have know, and Carter was clean she had checked, and checked again, shaking her head slowly, she furrowed her brow, another sob racking thruogh her body, the wall cool and constent behind her.
"I want to go home" She muttered, her knees once more drawn to her chest, her head resting agaisnt them, her entire body shaking, the fear that had rushed through her body, still a constent thing, she couldnt even bring herself to look at the man in front of her, the one person she had thought she could trust.
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Post by Joker on Jan 6, 2011 20:41:59 GMT 2
"Faye I'm doing what I can to keep you safe right now I can't take you home not till this is over. Just trust me on this one, law enforcement can't bring this guy down, he's too good for that." He eyed her up and down and went to the small chest on the side of the room, he pulled out a towel and some toiletries then layed them out. "Take a shower and relax, don't try to leave the window is barred on the outside and only I have the key for the front door...I need to get rid of some stuff and drop the tape off, I'll be back soon I promise. There is plenty of food in the fridge." He added as he checked his watch, time was of the essence right now as he pulled another mask this time a ski mask from his pocket and made his way out the handle less door, a loud click followed his exit tell her she was alone in the studio appartment. There was no phone or open windows, each closed one was barred on the outside.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 6, 2011 20:50:05 GMT 2
Faye listened to him, shaking her head at his words, stay, here, safe, she shook her head, how could he say she was safe here with him, when it was him she was petrified of, more thenanything she had never thought it would have been him she would be scare of him.
She made no move to actually move, made no eye contact with him, nor even acknowledged that he had spoken, even when he had left the room she continued to sit where she was, her mind a constent state of fear, her body wrapped into a tight ball, her eyes blinking, but she stayed motionless.
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Post by Joker on Jan 9, 2011 18:00:01 GMT 2
Once more Walter returned to the safe house and made sure it was locked down tight. No person was around, no cars, no walkers, the lone streetlight at the end of the street was flickering randomly. He spun the phone between his fingers and nervously flicked the slider open and closed repeatedly as he ran the knuckle of his index finger over his front teeth. He stopped, took a deep breath and composed himself for the final time that night. He pressed send and waited for Carter to pick up.
"Oi, it's done. She's a mess mate so I'mma drop 'er off somewhere nice and quiet if ya know what I'm sayen. Give me a ring in the marrow and we can meet up. The tape's been dropped off where they can find it and no one's the wiser ta who be doin the deed." He quickly hung up after Carter replied.
The facade melted away as soon as he hung up. His strength was gone as he slid from the seat of his car and half wobbled to the front door. He set his back against the door and slid to the stoop under it. Walter set his head into his hand and rubbed it over his face. He needed a drink, bad. For the second time in this mission he wanted to curl into the bottle and never come out. He knew deep down he couldn't though, Faye depended on him, Brian, Jack...Hell even the NSA needed him right now. Walter's stomach churned and burnt with acid as his body felt like shutting down, he could taste the bile working it's way up his throat but he choked it down. Quietly he removed a folding knife from his pocket and began to spin it around his fingers. His form of meditation was kicking in again, he needed to center himself and he knew if he wasn't focused he'd drop the knife or hurt himself with it.
He felt the cold steel slide around his fingers as he closed his eyes. He pressed the button that allowed the blade to fold in before he passed it over the back of his hand in the familier motion that closed the knife. As the closed blade passed his hand he caught it before it hit the ground. His eyes snapped open and he stood once more a stoic expression on his face.
He opened the door and let it shut behind him, "Faye, snap out of it. You can hate me later but I need you here now."
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 10, 2011 19:31:15 GMT 2
The very sound of his voice sent a shockwave of fear throught out her entire body, and she tired to push herself further into the wall but there was just no where for her to go, she was mentally and physically numb, she felt her entire world collasping around her, her entire world spinning, she didnt move, didnt look in his direction she just wanted him gone, she wanted gone, she wanted home, warmth, safety, but she know longer knew where that was, who she thought was friends, alleys had turned out to be something other, swallowing down the bile she felt rising in her stomach she clenched her eyes shut.
His face, and words hovered behind closed lids, and she snapped her eyes open, he was moving closer towards her and she shifted away from him, backing herself further into the kitchen, trapping herself in the corner agaisnt the cabinets.
"Go away" She whispered, but it was more to the images in her head then to the man in front of her.
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Post by Joker on Jan 10, 2011 19:36:51 GMT 2
"Faye, snap out of it now!" He barked into the house without moving. Shock got her into this, shock would have to get her out of it. "Faye if you don't pull yourself together Brian and Jack are going to get into some deep shit. I need you to take a deep breath and look at yourself, there is nothing wrong with you. You are fine, your hands are fine, your legs are fine. You can take it out on me later but right now I need to talk to you. I need to figure out why I had to do this because Carter won't tell me jack shit." He glared at her sternly yet compassionately.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 10, 2011 19:46:20 GMT 2
The fact that he was yelling at her did nothing but make her shrink away further, she knew what he was saying was true, she was fine, she was, there was nothign wrong with her, it didnt actually make her feel any better, it had felt real, everything had felt so real, as had the mind numbing fear she felt, something she had hoped she would never feel again, and she had.
It was his name though, that draw her out, well slightly, slowly her gaze turned towwards Walter, and her brow knitted ever so slightly, "You expect me to know something" She questioned, her voice barely above a whisper, yet she didnt fully meet his gaze, she just wanted to shrink away, to stop this feeling of helplessness and fear, she wanted to go home, to Jack.
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Post by Joker on Jan 10, 2011 20:05:20 GMT 2
"Jack did something Faye. Did he owe somone money? Did he ask a favor of someone. I need to know Faye." He looked at her as she began to come around.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 10, 2011 20:37:30 GMT 2
The words he spoke made no sense to her, now if this was because of the trauma she was trying to force herself out of her, or because she simply couldnt understand JAck doing something like that, was another matter.
Drawing her lower lip between her teeth she let out a sigh, and slowly shook her head, "SHould you be asking Jack" She questioned with a raised brow, once again not looking at him, "no, if he does i dont know about it"
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Post by Joker on Jan 12, 2011 23:16:19 GMT 2
Walter stepped forwards and cupped her chin softly. "Faye please, were you guys in any financial trouble recently? Anything? Carter has something on you or else he wouldn't be exploiting this." his voice was calm and reassuring as he talked to her.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 13, 2011 19:18:14 GMT 2
As he stepped closer towards her, his hand cupping her chin, her eyes became cold and dark as she jerked it out of his hands. "No" She stated her voice biting back at him, letting out a quick breah she heaved in a breath, she was not gonan show this guy any fear not ow, nor would she meet his gaze.
"We were fine, are fine" She snapped narrowing her eyes looking at him, "Your so close with Carter you tell me"
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