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Ch. 2 - Fury of the Storm
| Title: Chapter: Ch 2 - Fury Of The Storm Rating: R Summary: Dreams become reality and the life of one of the guys hangs in the balance. Characters: Luke, Noah, Winston Mayer, Margo, Bob, Susan, Samantha Anders Genre: Mystery/Suspense/Thriller Warnings: Violence, Characters In Peril, Death Disclaimer: This site is no way associated with "As the World Turns", CBS, P&G, or Van Hansis and Jake Silbermann. This is not for profit. No copyright infringement is intended. Authors submit and write their own work. Authors Note: This is the darkest and most troubling part of the story. I haven't yet had the opportunity to read some of the darker stories on this site so I have no idea if this goes too far. Chapter 2 puts "our guys" in a situation that is disturbing and many of you may take offense to it. Let me say that it was not my intention to offend and I make no apologies. Trust me when I say that I love the guys as much as you! It was necessary to put them in this situation to justify the actions taken and to make way for the events in chapter 3. I will say that the third part is in complete contrast to this one. Chapter 2 also gave me the opportunity to present my take on a scenario that I hope the show will visit in the future. On a lighter note to my mom and sister, before you ask, No, I'm not dealing with any repressed or unresolved issues! :) Enjoy the read! |
| It was nearly two in the afternoon and Margo Hughes was finally making some headway on the files stacked on her desk. With any luck, she would get through the majority of them and be home before the storm outside worsened. She got up from her desk to freshen her coffee when the phone rang. “Detective Hughes.” “Hello Margo, it’s Bob. Are you busy?” “Hi Bob,” she answered. “No, what can I do for you?” “I was wondering if you had some time to come by the hospital.” “Sure. What’s going on?” she replied, looking at the files scattered on her desk. “I can fill you in on the details when you get here, but we have a patient that I think you are going to want to speak with. She hasn’t said much since being admitted until this morning. She woke up in a very agitated state demanding to see Noah Mayer.” This surprised Margo. Could this be the person who had been following Noah and Luke she asked herself as she pulled their file. “Margo?” came Bob’s voice over the phone. “I’m still here Bob. I’ll be right over.” “Drive carefully. It’s starting to get nasty out there.” Margo quickly reviewed the file again knowing there wasn’t much information in it. She would call Jack on the way to the hospital. **** Noah turned over, wrapped his arm around Luke and snuggled up behind him. They had been asleep since their passionate, intense love making earlier that morning. Well, Luke had been sound asleep since then. Noah had been asleep for a couple of hours when something woke him. He didn’t hear anything but had the unsettling feeling that someone was in the house with them, watching them. He had quietly gotten out of bed to look around the house. Passing by the kitchen windows he thought he saw movement in the back yard. He looked again but didn’t see anything. Stop being so paranoid he thought to himself. It was getting darker and the wind was beginning to really blow things around out there. The unmarked police car was still out front and everything appeared fine. He went upstairs and climbed back into bed with Luke. Noah was just drifting back to sleep when his cell phone rang. He and Luke both jumped at the ringing. “Damn it,” he muttered reaching for the phone and flipping it open. “Hello? What, now? Can’t it wait? Oh, that’s right. OK, I’ll be there in little while.” Noah let out a sigh. “Damn,” he said as he put the phone down. “Who was that?” asked Luke as he turned over. “That was Tim at WOAK.” “What’s he want?” “They need me to sign off on the final edits of the project we’ve been working on.” “Now? Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” Luke asked, slightly annoyed at the intrusion on their private time. “No,” he sighed. He was not too thrilled with the intrusion either or with leaving Luke alone. “We need to transmit to the network before 7pm tonight. Why don’t you come with me? Shouldn’t take but an hour or two.” Luke thought about it for a moment and said, “No, that’s OK. You go ahead and go. I can do a little work and then make dinner for us. How’s that sound?” “Fire in the fireplace and a bottle of wine?” Noah asked with a smile on his face. Luke smiled back. “Of course, if that’s what you want.” “And what if I want you after?” Noah asked in a sexy voice. “That, Noah Mayer, is something you never have to ask for,” replied Luke as he gave Noah a seductive kiss. “Well, then I had better get my ass in gear and get back as soon as possible.” Thirty minutes later he was showered, dressed and in his truck. He wasn’t exactly thrilled with leaving Luke alone, especially today. With a quick glance at the house, Noah drove off into the worsening storm. **** Margo was about to enter Bob’s office a Memorial when Dr. Susan Stewart stopped her. “Margo, Bob’s not there.” “Hello Susan. He called and asked me to meet him.” “Yes, he told me. He went to the lab to look over the latest test results for Samantha Anders. He asked me to wait for you.” “Is she the patient I’m her to see?” Margo asked. “Yes, she is,” Susan replied. “I’ll take you to her room.” As they walked, Susan shared what little details they had. Ms. Anders admitted herself five days ago. She was suffering blurred vision and severe pain in her head. She informed them that she had been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor and tests confirmed what she said. Under normal circumstances, they might be able to prolong her life and make her more comfortable with treatments, but not in this situation. Margo had asked what “normal circumstances” meant and Susan explained that the tumor has grown too large and that she was pregnant. She was not expected to make it through the delivery. The tumor was weakening the blood vessels in her brain. The stress of labor and delivery, even cesarean, would more than likely cause a massive stroke. As they continued to walk, Margo was half listening to what Susan was saying and half trying to figure out why a dying pregnant woman wanted to see Noah so badly. She was distracted with the conversation and her thoughts that she barely noticed the man in dark clothing leaving one of the rooms down the hall. Passing the nurses station, Susan stopped and said, “I need to take care of a few things here. You go ahead. She’s in room 412. Call me if you need anything.” Margo thanked Susan and made her way to room 412. Knocking lightly on the door, she entered the room. The woman lying in the bed was sleeping. Not wanting to disturb her, Margo sat in one of the chairs and waited for her to wake. **** An hour later Margo left the room of Samantha Anders. She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and quickly made a call to Jack. “Jack Snyder” “It’s Margo. Have you checked in with Luke and Noah today?” “Not yet, why?” “We have a huge problem.” **** Noah was in his truck leaving the station parking lot when his phone rang. It was Luke. “Hey honey, I’m just leav-” “Noah, please hurry,” said Luke with an urgency in his voice. “Luke, what’s wrong?” Something wasn’t right. “Noah, please, just hurry. I think someone-” The phone call abruptly ended. “Luke? Luke?” Noah tried calling him back, no luck. Luke’s phone went straight to voice mail. His heart began to race as the realization hit him. This is what he had feared for the last month; Luke was in terrible danger. The storm was raging now. The driving rain was making it nearly impossible to see anything and the howling wind was threatening to blow him off the road. He tried calling Jack to tell him something was wrong, and to alert the men in the car out front. Damn! There was no signal. Luke, I’m on my way. Please be OK. He pulled up to the house, just behind the unmarked police car. Noah jumped out of his truck and ran up to the driver side window. He could see the men inside as he knocked on the window and shouted, “Hey, we need your help.” No response, they didn’t even move. What was wrong with them? He hesitated for a moment then opened the door. “Oh, fuck!” he yelled. There was blood everywhere in the car. They were dead, both had been shot in the head. Noah slammed the door shut and stood paralyzed, looking at the house that was barely visible now. The storm had turned late afternoon into night and the wind was blowing torrents of rain sideways. LUKE! Noah ran as fast as he could to the house, stumbling over fallen tree limbs and other debris blown about by the fierce storm. He reached the front door, his hand hovering over the doorknob for a brief moment as a wave of fear washed over him. Throwing open the door he called out, “Luke! Luke!” His only answer was the howl of the wind and the rain beating against the house. He closed the door and flipped the light switch, the power was out. Slowly he walked into the living room, his eyes trying to adjust to the lack of light. “Luke!” he called out again and waited. He heard what sounded like a muffled cry coming from the kitchen. Just as he turned, something hard connected with the back of his head. Everything went blank. When Noah came to, he found himself sitting on a chair in the middle of the room facing the fireplace. A small fire was burning that cast a small eerie glow into the room. The back of his head was sore. He tried to reach up and rub the knot that was forming but couldn’t move his arms. A rope was wrapped around his waist that he could feel tighten every time he moved. He looked down and saw that it ran under the chair and back to where his hands were bound behind him. “Good. You’re awake,” came a familiar voice from the shadows. “Dad?” “Hello son,” Winston Mayer responded as he moved from the shadows and into view. Noah could not conceal the look of shock and horror at seeing his father again. Standing just feet in front of him was the father he had thought for years to be dead. His breathing was rapid, his heart racing and his mind was in overdrive as he tried to speak. “What are you- You’re supposed to be- Luke! Where is he? What have you-” He raised his hand to silence Noah. “You have many questions Noah. You are understandably confused. I am going to explain everything and then you will understand. Tonight your world is going to change dramatically my son.” “NO!” yelled Noah, struggling with the rope that bound him. “WHERE IS LUKE?” “Oh, he’s here. He’s fine,” and with a brief pause said, “For now.” “You bastard!” “Don’t speak to me that way.” Winston Mayer’s demeanor was strangely calm. “I have come back to give you a gift Noah. Something to make up for what I have done. To show you that I love you and only want what’s best for you.” “Love me? Are you kidding? You have a sick, twisted way of showing love. There’s not a god damned thing I want from you.” “Sick and twisted,” Winston said, his demeanor changing. “Sick and twisted is living your life the way you do, son. I had hoped that my apparent death would have brought you to your senses. But I see that I was wrong.” “I know why you are here,” Noah said, seething with anger. “I’ve seen the note you sent to your lawyer in New York. ‘Neither will live, my child will die’. Ring a bell dad?” said Noah, emphasizing dad with great disgust. His father laughed. “Noah, Noah, you stupid boy. What you think you know, you don’t.” “I read it! You are here to kill Luke and me. Don’t lie to me any more. Admit it you bastard!” Noah had never experienced anger like this before and it scared him. He had never been brave enough to confront his father in this manner. His father walked toward him and slapped him hard across the face bringing tears to his eyes. Noah struggled against the ropes as his father forcefully grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. “I told you to never speak to me like that.” He let go of Noah’s hair and stepped back. He paused for a moment and said, “I am telling you the truth Noah. That note had nothing to do with you or your friend. I would never hurt you Noah. However, coming back to find you two still together, seeing what I saw this morning, the same cannot be said for him. I always knew you didn’t have the strength or discipline to change your life on your own. Not without my help.” “Where is he? Where is Luke? I want to see him NOW!” Noah demanded. Winston Mayer stared at his son for a moment. “You’re right son. Let’s take care of business first.” He turned and left the room. Noah continued to struggle with the rope, trying desperately to free his hands. He heard his father’s voice again. “I said move!” He looked up to see his father standing in front of him, a firm grip on the arm of a bound and gagged Luke. “Thank god, thank god,” Noah half whispered. He could see that Luke’s left eye was swollen and a small trickle of blood was running down his chin from the gag that was cutting into his mouth. “See? I told you he was fine,” his father said as he took the gag off Luke. “Luke are you OK?” Noah asked his voice breaking. Luke nodded his voice slightly hoarse, “I’m OK. Don’t worry about me. Are you hurt?” “No, I’m fine.” “Your concern for my son’s well being is touching Snyder, but you should be concerned about yourself,” said Noah’s father, his voice full of contempt. In a sudden movement, Luke tried to break free from the grip of Noah’s father, but the former Colonel was too strong. He pulled Luke back to him so hard that his right arm dislocated from his shoulder. Luke let out a cry of pain. “Luke, NO!” Noah yelled. He was frantically pulling at the knots around his wrists when one of them came loose. An audible sound of success escaped his mouth. Thank you God Noah said to himself as he worked on loosening the other one. Winston now had his arm tightly around Luke’s neck. “I’m impressed Snyder. I didn’t think you had it in you you little faggot,” he said as his free hand reached behind his back and pulled the semi-automatic from his waistband. “But don’t do that again,” he said as he slammed the butt of the gun against the side of Luke’s head producing a sound that Noah could hear. Luke’s head dropped forward as he nearly blacked out. When he raised up he had a dazed look in his eyes and blood was running down his face from where he had been hit. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Noah screamed at his father, tears streaming down his face. “Just let him go. Please don’t hurt him any more. I’ll do whatever you want,” he pleaded as he continued to struggle with the rope. “Look at the way you are acting Noah, just like a little sissy boy,” his father said with disgust. “You can’t see it, but I can. I can see how this boy has corrupted and confused you, made you less of a man. It’s not your fault Noah, you are weak and always have been. I’m here to help make you stronger.” “You’re wrong! You’re the weak one!” Noah shouted back. “You just can’t stand the thought of Winston Mayer’s son in love with another man. For so long you tried to make me into the person you thought I should be. The perfect son that you wanted. You drove mom away and then killed her because you blamed her for who I am. Now you’re blaming Luke. Well, why don’t you blame yourself! Blame yourself for not being the kind of father I needed and wanted. Blame yourself for being the horrible, sick person you are!” “THAT’S ENOUGH!” his father roared with a fury in his voice to match the one outside. He raised the gun and pointed it directly at Noah’s chest. “No, please don’t!” Luke cried out when he saw the gun. “Noah-” he began to say when the gun came toward him and made contact with his head again. “Shut up queer boy!” Winston pointed the gun back at Noah. “I’ve waited too long and been far too forgiving where you are concerned son. But that’s all over now. It’s time to teach you a lesson.” “Oh god, Luke, I’m so sorry,” said Noah and he began to cry harder. “Please, dad, just put the gun down.” Winston Mayer lowered the gun away from his son. For a moment, he looked at Noah with a perverted sense of sadness for him, and then said, “I’m sorry son, but this is for your own good.” At that moment, Luke knew it was all over. He began to cry not for himself but for Noah. He didn’t want Noah to witness what was about to happen. With tears steaming down his face and bottom lip trembling, he looked at Noah and simply said, “I love you Noah.” Noah watched the gun move toward Luke’s head. It was just inches away when he broke free of the rope. With a guttural cry, Noah leapt from the chair and charged toward his father. The move surprised his father; he dropped his hold on Luke and pushed him to the side. Luke fell hard to the floor, striking his head against the stone hearth of the fireplace. Noah grabbed for the gun and the two men struggled. His father may have had the advantage of years of military training, but Noah was driven by both hatred and love. Noah’s fingers found the trigger and pulled. They stood motionless holding the gun between them. His father smiled and said to Noah, “there’s so much more you don’t know.” The smile faded slightly as he took his last breath and fell to the floor. Winston Mayer was dead. The storm outside had suddenly stopped and total silence surrounded Noah. He looked down at the body of his father. His father. There was a time when Noah had loved this man very much and had believed that he was capable of redemption. It had been difficult for Noah to accept the fact that there was no good in Winston Mayer. Many years ago he had stopped being his father and instead became a person from Noah’s past that simply no longer existed. “Luke, it’s over,” said Noah seconds later. There was no acknowledgement only continued silence. “Oh my god, Luke?” Dread of the unthinkable came over Noah as he turned and saw Luke laying lifeless on the floor, hands tied behind his back, his head resting on the stone of the fireplace hearth. Noah quickly dropped to the floor, untied the rope and gently pulled him onto his lap and into his arms. “Luke,” he whispered, “It’s all over.” There was no response. The side of his head and face was covered in blood. “Luke can you hear me? Please, Luke wake up, say something,” he pleaded desperately. He pulled Luke closer, bent down to kiss his forehead and began to cry. “Luke, sweetheart, please wake up,” he pleaded again rocking him gently in his arms. He checked Luke’s pulse it was steady but weak. “Oh, god no,” he cried out, “no, no, no, no!” He was so overcome with panic it made him sick. He couldn’t loose Luke now. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket. There was still no signal. In desperation, he cried out, “Please, God, help me! Don’t take him away from me now!” “Don’t you leave me Luke Snyder. You’re safe now. No one is ever going to hurt you again.” He leaned down, tenderly kissing him on the lips, his tears washing away some of the blood. Noah could barely speak through the tears now, “I need you Luke. I don’t want to do this without you.” He continued to hold Luke in his arms, gently rocking him, caressing his face. He checked his pulse again but it was hard to find this time. It was weaker and had become erratic. Noah’s cries filled the room as the tears rushed down his face, his body shaking with each breath he took. He could not loose his precious Luke, not now. The sound of sirens in the distance pierced the silence outside. Help was on the way. Ch. 3 - I'm Right Here |
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OMG, I'm on pins and needles over here!!
I was literally holding my breath at the end I demand a chapter 3 now!!! i really like this and hon, don't worry about getting too dark. There are loads of dark stories around, I should know hehe.... |
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A big thanks to allaboutlove, Bombwarning, Brenji, Chez_44 and my newest gal pal buddy Lotsip for the fantastic comments. I'm actually kind of a shy guy when I venture into something new. So I must say that I was a bit terrified at what members of the "Nuke" family would say about my first ever writing adventure. A sincere thanks! Guess I'll keep em coming! :)
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