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A Heart's Promise	By : Evilevergreen Category: +1 through F > Codename: Kids Next Door Views: 6282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twelve: Colliding Worlds

Gavin didn't care as he parked his car taking up three spots as he did so. He ignored the complaints of the surrounding people as he walked with purpose into the building and then towards the front desk where he addressed the receptionist. "I need the room number of someone staying here," he told her. "Wallabee Beatles."

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not allowed to give out that kind of information," she told him politely.

Gavin pulled out his gun and slammed it on the desk. "Don't make me ask you again," he said darkly. "I'm not trying to make a scene, but it doesn't mean that I won't." The woman then gave him the information he wanted along with a card key. He replaced his gun and headed towards the stairs, people stepping out of him way as he past.

Leaving the staircase, he headed down the hall towards the room. When he reached it, he cocked an eyebrow curiously, the door was adjacent. He then heard, what he thought was someone moan from within the room, so taking a deep breath, prepared to confirm his suspicion, he reached for the door and slowly pushed it open. It was then followed by the sound of a sharp gasp. . . it came from him. What he saw before him, was not what he was expecting. The room, though a mess, looked empty, but what concerned Gavin more was the blood that lined the floor.

Gavin immediately pulled his gun back out as this eyes darted around the room suspiciously. He wondered what the hell had happened as he saw that the dresser drawers were all opened and the mirrors broken. The chairs in the room were turned over and the sheets Gaven knew must have been on the bed seemed to be in a pile on the other side of it.

Wally's clothes and other personal belongings were also scattered about the room as Gavin made his way towards the the back where the bathroom was located. The floor was a bit wet, as if the shower had been recently used. Gavin stepped back out into the room before suddenly being frozen where he stood. As he predicted, just moments ago, the missing sheets and blanket had been on the other side of the bed, but the way they were laid out looked almost as if something or, in Gavin's fear, someone was beneath the pile.

Gavin walked over to the side of the bed and slowly lowered himself to rest on his heels. As he reached out for the blanket, his face already showing that he expected the worst. His heart began to beat at an increasing rate as his breath slowly started to become labored and his head slightly shook from side to side. Finally, finding courage, he threw back the covers and dropped them immediately along with his gun. “No,” he whispered as he now completely fell to his knees.

Wally's pale face, along with his naked body, was covered not only in blood, but in cuts and bruises. Gavin gingerly swept his cousin's loose, red stained blonde hair out of his face. “W.B.?” he whispered to him. “Wally?” he murmured as he tried to check for a pulse, but his hand was trembling so terribly from the sight before him that he couldn't find one. Gavin told himself that was the reason he couldn't find it and not because Wally was. . . no, he couldn't even bring himself to think it.

“Come on now. You got to wake up,” Gavin said to Wally as he slightly shook his shoulders. “W.B., you're scaring me, so just open your eyes,” he told him as he could no longer help the tears that threaten to fall and soon did. “Don't do this to me,” Gavin begged him. “Don't you dare do this to me.” Gavin then began to shake Wally harder. “Damn you, you bastard. Wake the fuck up!” Gavin yelled angrily, tears flowing freely down his face.

Gavin then stared down at the body in front of him as if waiting for him to obey, but as Wally did not, Gavin finally came to the realization that Wally was gone. His heart ached with a sharp pain as he closed his eyes and gathered his cousin's limp body into his arms. “Just wake the fuck up,” he whispered into the other's cold skin. “Please, I can't do this alone,” he confessed sadly as he held Wally even tighter and sobbed openly.

“You- you're hurting me,” Gavin gasped and pulled back with wide eyes as he heard the weak voice. Wally was alive. “I- I think I need a doctor.” His hand slowly lifted to his side where a large gash resided.

“Don't you ever scare me like that again,” Gavin was so relieved that at this pointed that he no longer knew if he was crying or laughing. He then gently laid Wally back down on the floor before reaching for his phone and calling an ambulance.

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Gavin soon found himself back in the hospital, for the second time that year, as he walked into the Intensive Care Unit. Wally had lost a lot of blood and needed a blood transfusion. His body was weak and Gavin could tell he was tired as Wally found it a struggle just to breath on his own. He slept with a oxygen mask over his mouth and nose, but the doctors had told Gavin that Wally was stable and that he just needed to stop putting unnecessary stress on his body for a full recovery considering as he was still healing from his last injury.

Soon Gavin also found himself very tired as he sat next to Wally's bed and began to doze off as the soft, steady sound of the other's breathing lulled him to sleep. He had no idea how long he had been sleeping when he felt a hand on his shoulder and he was gently shaken awake, but as he saw the moon high in the sky he concluded it must have been late into the night.

Gavin lifted his head, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he yawned and looked to his cousin. “W.B.?” he whispered gruffly before clearing his throat. “W.B., what's wrong?” he asked as he saw Wally's glossy eyes.

Wally reached for Gavin's hand and held it. Gavin lowered his head, looking at where Wally had taken a hold of him. They hadn't held hands since they were small boys in the orphanage. It was when Wally had overheard the director talking to a staff member, saying that the three of them would have a better chance of being adopted if they were separated. Gavin had not taken the news well when he was told of this.

Gavin then saw Wally raise his other hand to remove his oxygen mask from his face. Gavin protested, but Wally discouraged him from doing so. “I need you. . .” Wally began slowly and sadly as a tear ran down his cheek. “I need you not to hate me.”

“Hate you?” Gavin was confused. “Hate you for what?”

Wally held on even tighter to Gavin's hand. “For Abigail. . . for Abby,” he spoke. Gavin lowered his eyes, he had forgotten why he had even shown up to look for Wally. He remembered thinking that he was going to beat the shit out of him if he found out what he had suspected was true. But right now, he just wanted him to be all right. He needed him to be all right. “They took her,” Wally told him. Gavin's head snapped up as he was once again faced with the unexpected.

“What?” he searched Wally's eyes.

“She was with me,” he sighed heavily, closing his eyes and bringing his free hand up to cover his face, willing himself to finally tell Gavin the truth. “At the hotel.” Wally then turned to his cousin, now resting his hand on his chest. “I'm sorry,” he whispered. Gavin wanted to tell him that it was okay, that he would take care of it, comfort him as he always had, but he couldn't bring himself to do it as he pulled away from Wally's side and stood. “Gavin,” Wally called, trying to hold on as Gavin's fingers slip from his own, but it was no use as Gavin walked around the bed, refusing to look at him as he made his way towards the door. “Gavin, please. We have to do something,” Wally tired to reason.

Gavin then closed the hospital door behind him. For the first time in his life, he didn't know how to feel, how to act. Everything was crumbling in around him and he didn't know if he would be able to hand it. Was this how W.B. felt? he asked himself ashamed, knowing that was an issue he would have to deal with later. Right now, he had to get down to business and contact Frank. Gavin didn't know what he had been thinking. Why hadn't he sent her away like he had the others and then put some men on to watch her family without the family knowing?

“Frank,” Gavin called him, once the cold night air hit his face as he stood outside the hospital.

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Abby's head was pounding as she slowly started to wake from her sleep as dried blood marred her face. She had been knocked out when several men had made their way into the room she was sharing with Wally. The strange man, who seemed to be the leader, ordered the others to grab her. Wally had protested and tried to fight back, but he was clearly out numbered. The last thing Abby remembered was Wally on the ground coughing up blood as he was being kicked savagely. Abby had bit her captor in an effort to get to Wally. Her captor had screamed in pain as he called her a bitch before she was knocked out with the handle of his gun.

As Abby finally became aware of where she was, she realized that someone had redressed her. She groaned as she sat up from the cement floor looking at her surroundings. At first she thought that maybe she was in some kind of basement, but the room was much too large and opened to be a basement as she concluded she was in some kind of warehouse. There were large wooden crates that came up to her waist all around the place.

Abby began to stand, getting to her feet in a wobbly fashion. Around her she could hear the crash of the waves and knew she was somewhere near the pier. She leaned against one of the crates for a few moments until the dizziness she was feeling finally ceased. She then once again looked around, this time spotting a door. She made her way to the door only to discover that it had been chained and locked from the other side.

She sighed as she turned around and leaned on the door. She looked up, the windows of the warehouse were much too high to reach. She didn't know what do to. “Fine. I'll go and get the girl,” Abby heard a voice from the other side of the door. Not willing to wait to see who it was, Abby ran to hide behind one of the crates. As she knelt down to rest on her heels she noticed a loose plank on the crate. She grabbed it with both hands as she tried to pull off, but she struggled. She gasped silently as she heard the chains be unlocked and worked harder to loosen the plank.

She almost had it when suddenly someone took a fist full of her long black hair and forced her to rise. Abby thought it was impossible, she never even heard the warehouse door open. The man that stood before her was younger in years, but it was a face she once knew all too well from his red-brownish hair to his dark blue eyes. “Look what I've got here. If it isn't my dear friend Abby. I knew that Beatles idiot had a new lady friend, but I would have never guessed you,” the man smirked. “My big brother will be most pleased to see you again,” his voice held a hint of sarcasm.

“Well,” Abby's voice was flat as she spoke. “Hello to you too. . . Tommy.”

Transmission Interrupted. . .
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