“...he’s here! JOHN!..no..OH MY GOD, please!! NO! NO!!!”

her screams echoed in John's ear as a loud gun blast pierced the hot air.

The rifle was smoking when he lowered it, and he watched her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and the receiver dropped from her hand, hung in mid-air. She fell. Kit felt as though time has stopped. Everything slowed down as Marlena hit the ground, a big gunshot wound to her thigh.

Retrieving the weapon to its holster, he began marching towards her, steady paces, as though nothing had happened. He took the receiver in his palm, it was somewhat wet, probably due to her sweaty palms.

The voice on the other side sounded familiar, Jesus, she called him, now he knows. Taking the device in his hand, he heard John’s screams on the other side of the line when he finally spoke, “She's mine. You’ll never see your precious Marlena again” he smirked, hanging up the phone.

The night’s air was foggy, and Kit was delighted, under the cover of the mist, no one would be able to spot them. Returning the receiver to its place, he looked at her wounded figure, lying on the road. He approached her body slowly, suddenly wishing she wasn’t covered in blood. She whimpered and cried as he gathered her into his arms when she fainted.

Now was not a good time to gather his thoughts, it was a time of actions.

Kit walked as efficiently as possible out of the gas station and out into the dirt road. He looked down at her, watching as the moonlit her bloodied body.

Placing her on the ground, he pulled out the rifle once more, holding it up at a passing car and it stopped. Kit slammed his gun onto the car window, “Get the fuck out of the car!” his yells combined with the big weapon caused the driver to bolt out, scared for his life.

He shoved his weapon to that person’s body, “If you move, you’re dead”  he walked out to grab Marlena, placing her at the back seat, he quickly jumped at the driver’s chair, turning the wheel back to the road ahead. Leaving the man behind.

 

And at that moment, Marlena saw him again. Her blood froze in her veins. He was stamping towards her, watching her. She could feel his eyes on her, even from a distance. Somehow she managed to scream John’s name. Her legs were trembling, and her breathing was much faster than usual.

A gunshot pierced the air.

Shock.

Taking a deep breath, She told herself to calm down. But she knew she was lying to herself. She remembered that possessive touch and knew Kit was not done with her. He wanted her. A shudder ran down her spine at the thought. Her mind was foggy, her thoughts strangely jumbled. She was all exhaustion and trembling when she felt the bullet piercing her upper thigh. He did it; he shot her.

She looked at her leg, her mind filled with high pitch sound and she couldn't hear John’s calling her anymore. The blood poured freely down her dress; it was warm. Her eyes fluttered, losing her balance, her body dropped to the ground, leaving the receiver.

Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, and Marlena could feel blood rushing through her veins. She was suddenly much more aware of her body. She saw him, although, her vision was now blurry from tears, she tried desperately to blink and focus on this face.

He was standing on top of her, “Look what you did to yourself Kitten” she heard his twisted word, her lips moved without being able to utter a sound.

He took her in his arms, carried her somewhere, and she lied limply in his arms, like a rag doll. She felt numb, detached somehow. There was blood on her thighs. She could see it, but everything faded into blackness.

 

Kit tore out of the dirt road and headed towards the airport, “I found you, Marlena, my kitty kat..and I'm taking you away.” Using his rear mirror, he looked at her lying unconscious in the back seat. He drove down the road and pulled over next to a large but old airstrip on the north side of the island. Picking her up, he stepped away from the car and walked up to the small, noisy jet.

The jet door opened, ”Agent Harington? What happened? What is all this? Where is Erica?", Kit’s eyes widen, ”Erica...well, she’s got mental...I had to take Dr. Evans away from her; she’s crazy. Look at what she did to her!”. He growled, pointing out Marlena’s bleeding leg, hoping the agency crew would go ahead and set the jet for takeoff. “Come on Roger, let’s get this show on the road. We have to get out of here, quick. Dr. Evan’s losing a lot of blood” he placed Marlena on the sofa, turning to face the four man. ”Wait a minute, I'm sorry Agent Harington, but we’re not leaving this airstrip without clearance from the Chief commander.”  the tall man took the Walkie Talkie in his hand “I must contact Erica immediately and get to the bottom of this,” turning around he dialed the small device.

“Now, see, I wish you didn't have to do that.” Kit pulled out the small gun from the man’s holster and pressed the barrel of it against his forehead; he didn't move. His facial expression was confused. “What is going on here? Kit, this is mad, lower the gun” the man spoke with confidence.

“Shut the fuck up and go stand next to them.” His fingers closed over the weapon, the shiny black metal was smoother than what he thought it would be, it was hot, and he was sweating.

"I said lower the gun!" Roger shrieked, trying to wrestle the gun out of Kit's solid grip, the trigger was pulled, and Roger let go as a gunshot rang through the aircraft, his face held the expression of horror as he injured, looking at his chest to reveal a small bullet hole with a circle of blood quickly spreading around it.

“What the fuck?” another man yelled. All three men looked at him, terror in their eyes” I wish-, I wish I didn't have to do that, but I know you...I know what you’ll do, and I can't have it.” Kit didn't make any sense to them at all, “Oh my god, man, what the hell are you doing!” another man finally yelled.

“Shut up! She’s mine, MINE! And I will have her, and there’s nothing none of you or dead Erica, could do about it”, The yells and screams that came right after, must have echoed for miles.

With his eye twitching in anger, he faced the gun on them, “get the fuck off this plane if you wanna live”, backing up, he yanked the handle, opening the big airplane door, “and take him with you” Kit kicked Roger’s dead body as they all descended quickly off the plane.

 

The line went dead.

“Damn it!! “John slammed the phone down, this was all happening too fast, one minute he had her, she was right there with him on the line. He was going out of his mind with worry.

Laura walked into the lobby, carrying her bags ready to check out.  A familiar voice was screaming, and she could see the look of fear and pure hatred in his eyes, oh god, something happened. She ran up to him, grabbing his arm, ”What is it? Is it Marlena? Is she ok? What happened?” she knew she was asking too many questions, but she was worried sick.

“He’s got her Laura. That son of a bitch shot her.” he looked into her eyes, they shuddered with horror,” But don’t you worry, I will get her back and when I do Kit Harington is going to be a dead man.”

Without being able to stand there any minute longer, John stormed out of the lobby with the officers hot on his heels.

 

Officer Adams grabbed John by the arm and stopped him in his tracks when he reached the hotel’s main entrance. John stared at his hand and him, a wild look in his eyes, “What the hell do you want, Adams?”

“Look, Mr. Black, we have no idea where to even begin to look for Dr. Evans and Mr. Harington. Before you run off half-cocked, maybe we should sit down, go over the evidence and come up with a plan of action” he was the voice of reason, but there was no reasoning with him right now, there was only finding Marlena, and fast. “I can’t sit around on my thumbs, don’t you understand? I heard Marlena scream, and there was a gunshot”.John spoke through Clenched teeth. “She may be laying hurt somewhere. There’s no telling what that maniac has done or will do to her. I don’t have time to sit around and come up with a ‘plan’ over the flimsy evidence we have. I have to get out and find her.” he shook his hand, signaling the officer to release the grip on his arm.

“Ok, ok, Mr. Black, let’s go to the precinct and see what we can come up with. I assure you, sir, we will do everything in our power to find your Dr. Evans”, Officer Adams replied calmly, John inhaled deeply and nodded, leading the two officers to the Jeep and heading for the precinct.

 

After a few minutes of driving the car radio crackled, “Sir, we got a call about a carjacking out on highway 7 and Palm Road. A man about 6 ft 4 dark curly hair, stopped a car at gunpoint and loaded an unconscious blonde woman into the back seat and took off. The man said that the lady was bleeding and the man seemed really agitated.”

“Oh my god!! That’s Doc”. John yelled, his eyes popped open

“Ok, we are on our way,” Adams responded, watching the road ahead, trying to ignore the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

John was frantic; he was sitting in the backseat his head full of worry. Where was she? Her voice when they talked on the phone sounded so scared, terrified in fact. His mind was wild with the thought of what he was doing to her.

“FUCK!!” he yelled loudly from the backseat, causing both officers to jump, “I’m sorry guys,” he mumbled, “how much longer before we get there?”

“I understand Mr. Black,” Officer Adams responded, “it just around this next curve.”

They pull up to the abandoned gas station, and John jumped out before the Jeep was at a complete stop. “Hold on Mr. Black, this is a crime scene, and we have to keep it untouched.” officer Jamison said, holding out his arm. John pushed his arm down and walked past him, looking around for any clue at all. “I know what I’m doing Jamison, I’ve been a cop for many years.“ Looking down, John spotted a pool of blood by the payphone, kneeling he pressed two fingers to the blood, as if he could tell by the smell that it was hers, he sniffed his fingers, “Oh, god, Doc, baby, I will find you, and I swear to you, Kit’s a deadman..”

 

Adams kneeled beside John, placing a hand on his shoulder, “John, two of my men have found bloody footprints leading across the highway, and are going into the forest to investigate.” John jumped to his feet and took off following the two other officers into the forest. He was pushing through the heavy brush in search of any clue he could find; the two officers were well ahead of him. After walking for what seemed like an hour but was only about ten minutes, John found a spot where it looked like a struggle took place. Shining his flashlight around, he spotted something shiny on the ground. Leaning down he picked it up, examining it he saw that it was a shell casing from a 45, Oh, god what has happened to her? He thought as he kept moving on. A few minutes had passed before he heard an officer yelling something about a victim who has been shot. He ran frantically towards the sound of the policemen.

 

He saw them both kneeling by a body, one guy was checking for a pause, he looked up at his partner, "she’s dead.” John noticed blonde hair and for a second dread filled his entire body.

Falling to his knees, he pulled her face around. A tremendous feeling of relief washed through him when he saw that the woman was not Marlena. Taking a deep breath, John took off his jacket, covering the victim’s head.

 

John was going out of his mind, he pushed both hands through his hair, screaming to the sky “MARLENA!! WHERE ARE YOU!!!” he broke down, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, John quickly stood up wiping his eyes as he jumped right back to his cop mode.

“Let’s check out this bunker, guys,” he said as he led the way into the hideout, pushing the door open. Going from room to room looking for signs, he came upon a room at the end of the hall; he stepped inside. Immediately he was taken over by a sense that Marlena had been there. Looking around he saw a bed that had recently been occupied. There was a pair of sandals at the foot of the bed; they look like a pair that Marlena owned. Something sticking out of the trash can caught his eye, he pulled it out. It was Marlena’s yellow dress, and it was torn to shreds. He then pulled out a shredded pair of underwear, pressing them to his nose as he breathed in her scent. Oh, God Doc!!! What has that Bastard done to you, his mind screamed. Coming up on officer Adams he yelled, “Man, we have to move. Doc is in big trouble, and we have to find her NOW!!!”

Just then a call came over the police radio, “There has been a shooting at the private airstrip on the north side. Looks like multiple victims. A private jet has just taken off as well sir.”

“we are on our way. Please send two more cars over there right away.”

 

John stepped out of the car; he spotted a lifeless body littered about the ground.

Oh my god, he thought, this guy is out of his mind. If he did all of this just to keep Marlena with him, what the hell does he have in mind for her? John felt an awful turmoil in the pit of his stomach. Oh, my god, he thought. I have let you down again. Once again I have allowed a twisted maniac to take you. Dropping to his knees, he fists his hair in his hands and sobbed. “Oh, god, Doc I’m so sorry baby.” As John looked to the ground all he could see was her beautiful face, hazel eyes full of tears and anguish. His heart was breaking for her and himself. The thought of the terror that his sweet lady was going through crippled him, the sorrow was almost more than he could stand.

 

Marlena moaned in her sleep, bringing Kit back to reality. How he loved her moans, he could listen to her gasping and panting all day long. She looked so peaceful, relaxed. If not for her bloodstained dress, one could think that Marlena Evans was at ease, she was wrapped around with a big white blanket, her body all curled up in a much-needed sleep. He stood by the bed, looking down at her, watching her chest as it raised and lowered to the Rhythm of her shallow breathing. Her navy blue dress was all torn and dirty; it lost some of its buttons and Kit could easily see her beautiful white lace bra. The garment did wonders to push her breasts together, creating the perfect deep cleavage he has ever seen. All he could think of was shoving his aching member into that deep hot valley formed by her bra, and rub against her warm skin. “Breathe, Harington,” taking a deep breath,  his eyes shut, seeing her on her knees in his mind’s eyes, sucking him good and hard. His teeth bit his lower lip.

Holy fuck.

She was there.

 

Blood.

It was everywhere. The pool of dark red liquid on the ground was spreading, multiplying. It was on Marlena's feet, her skin… she could smell it, feel it covering her. She was drowning in blood.

No!

Stop!

She wanted to scream, but she couldn't draw in enough air. Marlena wanted to move, but She was restrained, tied in place, the ropes cutting into her skin as she struggled against them.

Kit could hear her screams behind the close door, he stood there, waited.

 

Inhuman shrieks of pain and agony that sliced her open, leaving her mind as raw and mangled as her flesh. He lifted the rifle, and looked at her, the pool of blood turned into an ocean, the rip current sucking her in— She woke up screaming his name, her sheets soaked through with cold sweat. For a moment, she was disoriented… and then she remembered. OH, MY GOD, she recognized this bedroom.