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Trespass	By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 2005 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Trespass � Chapter 10.
The house was silent and still for a while before a groan and some hesitant movements signified that it wasn�t lifeless. The small moan of pain was quickly suppressed when the noise made his head explode with pain, it felt as if someone had buried an axe in his head and left it there. He tried to move but a wave of nausea convinced him that it would probably be best to lie still for a little longer. So he lay quietly trying to figure out where he was and what had happened, so far he had drawn a blank, his memory refusing to cooperate. So he concentrated on his situation, he was cold and he hurt, he was lying on something hard, not a bed so it must be the floor. He decided to see if he could open his eyes, but when he had opened them just a sliver the light caused hot pokers of agony to spike through his brain. He had to think, figure out where he was, what had happened, how had he been hurt. Everything was hazy, he could remember bits and pieces, little snap shots of time. He remembered being at work earlier, maybe that was it, maybe something had happened on the job, an arrest gone wrong or something, but no that didn�t seem right, he�d left work hadn�t he? Concentrate, he thought to himself and then a rush of images pushed into his mind. Men dressed in black their faces covered, guns, someone else there, someone in pain, someone being hurt, suddenly,
"Dutch." Vic called out ignoring the pain beating at his skull as the sound of his voice and the light, which filled his vision as he opened his eyes, both assaulted his senses.
Vic blinked, something was wrong with his eyes he couldn�t see properly and he gingerly wiped his facethe the carpet under his head swiping away the sticky liquid that covered his face and had gotten into his eyes. As he moved back and focused his clearing eyes on the patch of carpet next to his head he saw it was red, covered in blood. That accounted for the throbbing in his head, the bastard that had been holding a gun on him must have hit him with it and knocked him out, damn head wounds always bled like a pig. That thought made his mind jump back to the reason he�d been hit in the first place, Dutch, that big piece of shit had been kicking the crap outta him. Christ he�d been kicking him to death, when he�d kicked him in the back of his head and Vic had seen Dutch�s eyes lose their focus he�d been afraid that Dutch was dying. When he�d seen the man grinning and pulling his foot back for another hard kick at Dutch�s head Vic had lost it, shouting for him to stop and momentarily pushing free from his guard not caring about the consequences. Then nothing, the man guarding him must have smashed the butt of the gun into his head and he�d passed out.
Blinking furiously to clear his vision and his still fuzzy brain Vic finally felt his eyes begin to focus and he saw Dutch lying on the floor about six feet away from him. Vic felt fear rise up in his chest at what he saw, Dutch was so still and so pale, bruises forming an obscene black and purple patchwork across his skin, and blood there was an awful lot of blood spattered over him and on the floor around him. While he gathered himself to move Vic stared at Dutch�s body trying to detect some movement, something to reassure him that there was still a spark of life inside that battered frame. He couldn�t see anything and panic spurred him on to suppress his own physical needs, and get to Dutch and get help. Fireworks exploded in his head as Vic slowly pulled himself upright and the need to vomit couldn�t be ignored anymore. Turning his head to the side he emptied his stomach over the floor next to where he sat, each contraction of his stomach muscles shooting a sharp lance of pain through his still throbbing head. It wasn�t the first time that night that Vic had wanted to puke his guts up, it was just the first time he hadn�t been able to repress the urge. When he finally stopped urging he panted for a moment, centering himself, gathering his strength to do what had to be done. Dutch was depending on him and Vic was determined not to let him down this time.
First things first Vic needed to get his hands free, they were still tied behind his back by some kind of thin rope. Although his wrists had hurt before where the rope had cut into his skin as he�d tried to twist his hands free, his hands were both pretty numb now. He knew that he wouldn�t be able to work his hands free, what he needed was something to cut the rope away. As his eyes flitted around the room Vic saw a glass of water on the bedside cabinet which would have to do. Vic pulled himself up onto his knees and wincing stood a little unsteadily, he had to swallow down another round of nausea as his head began to spin. Waiting for a moment until the unpleasant sensation passed Vic made his way over to the cabinet and turning he reached out with his fingers trying to grasp the glass. It didn�t help that the numbness in his fingers meant he could barely feel what he was doing, but he took it slowly and was successful. Now he just had to smash the glass and use a shard to cut through he rope. It took three attempts to finally break the glass on the side of the wooden cabinet, and then Vic turned to look at the pieces spotting one that would be appropriate for what he wanted. He grasped the shard between his fingers and began to use it to saw through the thin rope that bound his hands. Now Vic was thankful that he had lost a lot of the feeling in his fingers when he felt the sharp edged glass slicing into them as he manipulated it. It seemed to take hours to Vic for the glass to do its job, as he sawed away at the rope his eyes never left Dutch�s still form. He tried calling Dutch�s name a few times but got no response, although he was relieved when he detected a slight rise and fall in Dutch�s back signifying the fact that he was still breathing, he was still alive. Finally Vic felt the rope give and with a cry he dropped the glass, and brought his arms around to his front as his shoulder muscles screamed in protest at the change of position. However, Vic ignored the protests of his own body as he stumbled over to Dutch, afraid of what he�d find when he got close up to the damage that had been inflicted on the other man.
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