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| What Goes Around...; And old enemy returns to haunt Sam... | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 10 2015, 01:35 PM (5,378 Views) | |
| Sam Tyler | Mar 10 2015, 01:35 PM Post #1 |
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*It's been a month now since Sam made his decision and took a leap of faith into this world that had grown onto him without him even realising it at first. And within that month, not much has changed. Work is still exhausting and, at times, outrageous - you wouldn't believe the standards that weren't existant at the time - his work colleagues are still exhausting and, at times, outrageous (when will Ray ever learn that fart jokes are not funny), and most of all, his superior is still majorly exhausting, and nearly always outrageous. Period. But Sam wouldn't want to have it any other way. ... well. There is that small matter of him finding himself more and more attracted to his DCI, the more time passes, and it's starting to become a problem. Sometimes, Sam finds himself daydreaming about confronting Gene in Lost and Found, pushing right into his personal space, grabbing his tie, and................. But it can't happen, can it. Not with this man, not in this time. He's becoming a little desperate though, to be honest. He's even found himself eyeing the entrance to Canal Street at times, but so far hasn't had the courage to actually go there. Hell, he isn't even gay. Is he? It's hard to tell. The fact is, things haven't worked out with Annie (maybe it's part of his mystery being gone? But no, Annie isn't that type, surely), though they're still friends, so now there is nothing standing in between Sam and Gene anymore. Except for Gene himself, of course. Sam sighs, taken the steps up to the station. Another day, another endless set of hours of fighting, bringing peace to the city, and trying not to ogle his Guv's backside. Despite himself, Sam smiles, shaking his head as he enters the station. Maybe he shouldn't give up hope. No, he definitely shouldn't give up hope. If he is the man who jumped through time, then maybe he can also be the man who kissed Gene Hunt and survived to tell the tale. Inspired by these thoughts, Sam takes the stairs up to the office - noting with slight confusion that Phyllis isn't at her post - and then strides into CID, only to find that he is greated by hectic activity and frustrated talking and shouting. Sam stops in his tracks, frowning. What...? In the corner of his eye, he notices Annie approaching him. "What 'appened?" She looks at him with big, distressed eyes, ready to continue downstairs for whatever task she's been appointed, but she still has enough time to tell him. "It's Kim Trent. Remember 'im? Word is 'e escaped prison." Sam blinks, a horrible feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. Trent... of course he remembers Trent. The case that turned things around for Sam, early on. If he really 'escaped'... Annie is already gone, so Sam makes his way over to Gene's office, pushing open the door. "Guv - what's this about Trent?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 6 2015, 03:32 PM Post #101 |
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*All air rushes from Sam's body as the crowbar hits home, doubling Sam over once more. For one long moment, he thinks he'll heave up right into his lap. He gags and gasps, fighting for control over his spasming body, groaning loudly when the movement once again antagonises his bruises, and even more so his broken fingers. It's more than just one tear rolling down his cheeks now. Hoping that at least he'll be granted a little time to catch his breath, Sam desperately tries to do just that - although this time, he doesn't try to sit up straight again. His midriff is screaming with pain, he can't risk moving it even more... And that need to keep the pain at a tolerable level is what makes Sam talk, once he manages to fill his lungs with enough air to grate out a few words* ... It's m-my duty..... *No, no more than that - Sam's insides are rebelling, forcing him to clamp his mouth shut, and to hope to God that the pain is going to subside sooner rather than later.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 6 2015, 11:38 PM Post #102 |
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*Trent scoffs. "Your duty? To go through shit like this? If I were you mate I'd get a new job. Hear the thieving business is thriving these days - you can have that pointer for free!" However cocky Trent sounds, he knows this is a losing battle though. Sam clearly isn't going to talk. Not yet, anyway. He sighs. "Time to bring out the bug guns, then. One last chance." He motions to the back, getting his friends attention. Within a few seconds there's the sound of something being plugged in and then an electronic whizzing. Trent responds by smiling at Sam with the devil in his eyes.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 7 2015, 06:55 AM Post #103 |
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*Sam isn't going to acknowledge Trent's quip - how would a bastard like him understand... However, that electric sound makes Sam flinch, and he raises his head a little too fast. A suppressed groan follows, and Sam tries to blink through the pain, to see what Trent's men are preparing... But it's not use, the gloom and his own state are making it impossible to focus. So Sam's gaze shifts back to Trent, taking in that evil smile. Suddenly, Sam isn't so sure if he can keep it up much longer.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 7 2015, 05:28 PM Post #104 |
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*The man holding the electric drill saunters past Sam, finally entering his field of vision and passing it to Trent. Trent holds it aloft to ensure Sam gets a good look at it, revving the motor with glee. Now this has got to do the trick!! "You wanna know where I'm gonna stick this?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 7 2015, 05:49 PM Post #105 |
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*Sam's eyes widen as the drill comes into full view. This.... This is.... Sam had felt queasy already, but now nausea is filling him, clinging to his insides and clawing its way up his throat, and it's only with a great effort of will that he doesn't give into the gag reflex scratching at the back of his throat. But that also means that Sam can't open his mouth - and he wouldn't have at any rate, because really, he does not want to know where Trent would stick this. For one moment, Sam considers caving. Then, there's Gene's voice at the back of his mind. "Is that all you've got?" Sam grits his teeth. Keeps his head straight, glare directed at Trent. He won't get scared of a simple tool.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 7 2015, 09:42 PM Post #106 |
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*Fine. Sam brought this on himself, then. "Alright. May as well start with where we began. Boys?" And in a flash, the two other men move forward and begin to untie Sam's injured hand again before pulling it forward in a mirror move of what they did already earlier that evening. Sam should have an idea of what's coming next!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 7 2015, 09:54 PM Post #107 |
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*He won't get scared... He won't get scared... He isn't scared......! Sam cries out as his already injured hand is yanked forward again, the sight of his bruised and distinctly deformed fingers kicking the nausea up a notch, and for a moment the pain takes his breath away, leaves Sam gasping and blinking. He's still repeating his mantra, but that doesn't stop him from twitching, trying to pull back and out of the mens' grasp, fruitless as it may be.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 7 2015, 11:40 PM Post #108 |
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*the look on Sam's face is priceless. He's trying to hold it together so badly. But this is edging him closer to talking, Trent can tell. It's only a matter of time. "Well.... Tally ho!" Trent revs the drill twice before holding it upended over Sam's hand on the table... And then pressing the tip against Sam's flesh, revving the engine once more* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 8 2015, 06:00 AM Post #109 |
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*Sam's attempts of pulling back his hand grow more frantic, and when the tip of the drill touches the back of his hand, he can't stop himself, he chokes out a "No--!", because sod Gene's voice at the back of his mind, he doesn't want this, he doesn't, no, no-- Sam's screams drown out the sound of the drill as it passes right through Sam's flesh like butter, straight into the tabletop. Blood starts to well up from the wound immediately, and God, the pain. Sam is twitching in the mens' grasp, his forehead pressed against the table, eyes screwed shut and leaking tears as he groans. The pain has made logical thought impossible, leaving Sam fighting against the nausea and the urge to just pass out. Though why he is fighting against the last one, he can't tell anymore.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 8 2015, 05:30 PM Post #110 |
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*Trent pushes the drill down until it his the table and won't go any further. It's then that he lets go of the trigger and stops the drill rotating. It looks like Sam's about to pass out. He'd better reveal something soon - Trent doesn't want to have to wait for the bastard to wake up! "Well!? Was that as fun for you as it was for me?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 8 2015, 05:59 PM Post #111 |
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*God, the drill still is embedded in his hand - Sam gags before he manages to regain control over himself, coughing weakly. He doesn't want to look at it, he wants to deny its existence, but of course that is impossible. The throbbing, stabbing, encompassing pain is making it equally impossible for Sam to speak, and with every second that passes, the last remnants of his defense crumble and break down, leaving him open and helpless and vulnerable, making him shake his head weakly at Trent's question, his forehead still pressed to the tabletop. And finally, he can't suppress the first sob - his shoulders shaking. Sam has stopped fighting against the iron hands holding him down; any movement, even minute, would antagonise the sphere of agony that is his left hand.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 8 2015, 11:05 PM Post #112 |
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*their prisoner looks like the picture of utter defeat. This has GOT to be it... Trent narrows his eyes and speaks out in a confident, commanding voice. "So. You gonna tell me now? Or do I have to put this thing into your kneecap before you cough?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 9 2015, 06:04 AM Post #113 |
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*Sam winces at Trent's threat - God, no, he can't, no more, he needs a break... Needs this to stop....! He shifts his head slightly (not quite lifting it), but it takes Sam several seconds to find his voice - and more importantly, to remind himself of the plan. His last resort. Finally, he takes a trembling breath, and then forces his mouth open* ..... Dale s-street.... Seventy-fi-- *trails off into a suppressed groan, squeezing his eyes shut even tighter* ... S-seventy-five... |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 9 2015, 11:56 AM Post #114 |
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*Aha! "There we go! Wasn't so hard, was it!" Trent looks down at Sam's impaled hand, then back at Sam himself again. "Guess I won't be needin' this any more..." And with that, he rips the drill from Sam's hand, motioning for the others to secure him back to the chair again - if there turns out to be some problem with the address they'll need to come back and question him some more. "Daddy's gotta go out now, so you behave yourself. If you've been good you might even get a treat when I come back!" A sly grin and then he's off, taking his two mates with him, locking the door behind him and leaving Sam in darkness to contemplate his fate* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 9 2015, 12:39 PM Post #115 |
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*Despite everything - even despite knowing that Sam gave Trent the wrong address (well - outdated, rather) - Sam feels burning shame, hearing Trent's smug voice. He cries out when the drill is ripped out of his hand, the wound screaming at him anew. Now that it isn't being blocked anymore, blood is starting to flow freely from it, dripping down his hand and fingers as the thugs tie his wrist back in place. The pain is making it near impossible for Sam to realise what's going on around him, and for a good few seconds, his vision blurs and becomes grey, before suddenly, everything is dark. It takes Sam several seconds to realise that no, he miraculously hasn't passed out - he's now alone in the darkness of this horrible shed. For a good few minutes, Sam just sits there, breathing hard and doing his best to ride out the pain. There seems to be no way for him to find a position that will make it easier on his injuries; the rope has long but scraped open his skin and is digging into his flesh, and the awkward angle is putting a constant strain on both his arms. And there's something about the sudden silence and the impenetrable darkness that is making it even harder to cope with the agony. Still, Sam knows he has to get his act together - now more than ever. This is his chance.... his one chance. They'll take some time to get back to the city, and then to the center... and if he's very, very lucky they'll run into a police patrol on the way.... and if not, they might still wait at the address, wait for Leonard to come home... Whatever happens, Sam has to use the time he managed to get himself. Use it to get out of here. Taking a deep breath, Sam starts to wring his wrists against the ropes, ignoring the sickening, flaring pain as far as he can (he can't). He's been retied a few times now, so the knots might be weaker, and his left hand is becoming slippery from the blood... if he keeps at it, he can do it, he can, he can... And, because he's all alone, in the dark, Sam allows himself to scream. For the pain to stop. For someone to get him out of there. For Gene.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 11 2015, 03:17 PM Post #116 |
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*Trent's tempted to go right now - to head round to Leonard's and try to pick him up there and then - but after a moment he realises. It's well into the night now, and a break in at this time would surely be a recipe for an arrest. With someone as helpless as Leonard it may be better to do this in the day. Make it look like a delivery. Less chance of anyone noticing anything odd. So they take the night off, retreating for a few hours sleep verdure the main event. Let Sam stew for a while. He's fully secured, it won't matter of they leave him there. In the morning, the team get up and head straight down to the given address, parking just around the corner. Careful not to look suspicious, Trent pulls up his collar and pulls down his cap to obscure his face before approaching the door. He knocks, calling. "Delivery!" He waits. Nothing. "Oi, mate. Delivery here! You want me to drop it in the door?" He tries the door handle, but it's locked. Shit. Where the bloody hell is he? Cursing, Trent turns his back and stomps back to the van, huffing. Either he's gone out to work unreasonably early or Sam lied. What's the betting it's the latter!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 11 2015, 04:06 PM Post #117 |
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*Unfortunately for Trent, there is someone in the vicinity who's seen right through his disguise. Someone who knows his voice, and the way he moves, in more detail than she cares to remember. Annie is sitting in her car at the far end of the street, staring at Trent as he stomps back to the van - containing his cronies, no doubt. She'd thought it a bit superfluous, but she'd still gone with Sam's instruction to keep monitoring Leonard's actual address as well. Turns out Sam was right. The van takes off a few minutes after its doors have banged shut, and Annie does the only thing she can do. She leaves her parking space, and starts following it. It's easy enough in the city, but once they leave the centre, venture out into suburbs, and finally hardly inhabited area, Annie is starting to fear that they will notice her. So far that doesn't seem to have happened, but the risk is becoming greater and greater... And finally, she drives past the little Road that the van swerved into, stopping a few yards later. First,she takes a deep breath. Then, Annie grabs her radio. "650 to Alpha 1, I have just followed a dark van with the number plate KJR 543 to the outskirts of Salford, and I can confirm that it belonged to Kim Trent, currently on the run. I need backup." This is it, this is it...! * |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 12 2015, 12:22 AM Post #118 |
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*Gene's in his car and on the way to Sam's flat when the call comes in. The bastard's late for work. Only by a little bit, mind - but Sam is usually prompt as anything, and it's not like the roads are busy - there's no reason for his DI not to be in work. Gene can't explain it, but it gives him a bad feeling. He wasn't picking up calls at his flat either... It's all a little unsettling. The call shakes him out of his thoughts, though. Trent. Trent's been seen! He could kiss Annie right now!* Bloody hell, that was fast! Hold your position, the big guns are comin'! Where're we heading? *back across the city, Trent is in a bad mood. Not so much as a sniff of Leonard. The copper was lying. He'll make him wish he hadn't. Throwing open the door to Sam's prison, Trent shouts loudly. "Looks like the piggie's been tellin' us porkies!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 12 2015, 08:09 AM Post #119 |
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*"Guv!" For a moment, Annie is too relieved for words - for some reason, she'd feared there would be no answer, that she wasn't going to be seriously, that her sighting was going to be questioned... But no, that was Gene's answer, and backup is coming. Thank Christ. Annie recovers quickly and gives Gene as precise a location as possible. "I don't know how far in they went, but there shouldn't be too many other roads round 'ere. Should be able to flush 'em out."* -- *Sam has been struggling all night. He'd been screaming at the beginning as well, hoping against all hope that someone was going to hear him, but no such luck. All it had done was shred his throat, leaving him coughing and silently trying to escape his bonds. He has no idea how much time passed; all he knows is that the pain is unbearable, and yet he did it, he managed to pull his injured hand out of the ropes. That alone left him panting and groaning, cradling it in his lap. By that time, the blood loss had already started to make him feel dizzy, although by some miracle he managed to avoid vomiting from the exertion. After that, though, he was stuck. With the two broken fingers alone it would have been hard to try and put apart the knots, but with the additional injury (the hole, Sam tries and fails not to think), it's completely impossible to use his hand for anything. And pulling on the ropes with his other hand hasn't gotten him very far, although the rope burn has started to make that wrist go slippery as well, so if he just keeps going, keep going, keep going Sam, you can get out of here.... BAM. The door flies open, accompanied by Trent's shouting. The sudden, bright light, along with the shock and utter dread of hearing Trent's voice, it makes Sam flinch violently, having to screw his eyes shut against the light flooding into the little shed. Panic coursing through his system, Sam redoubles his efforts (despite knowing it's too late, too late Sam, there goes your chance), yanking his hand against the rope, and there, he thinks he can feel it give, his wrist starting to slide through--!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 12 2015, 10:43 PM Post #120 |
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*it only takes a moment to realise what Sam's doing, and makes Trent's anger burn bright. "Oh no you don't!!" A few flying footsteps forward and Trent's hands are on Sam's shoulders, throwing his newly released prisoner onto the ground. He's going to be weak by now - even if there's fight left in the man the exhaustion and pain will keep him down.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 13 2015, 07:33 AM Post #121 |
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*Shit-- With his ankles still tied to the chair, Sam goes down along with it. Trent is too fast and Sam is too weak to manage to catch himself with his freed arms, so there is nothing to stop his fall. His head hits the ground hard, and for a few seconds, Sam is too stunned to move at all, blinking dazedly. Even the agony that has been his companion for so many hours now seems to recede for those precious few moments, leaving Sam numb and feeling as though he's floating.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 13 2015, 07:43 PM Post #122 |
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*With Sam on the floor, Trent has a million options to keep him down. He raises his boot and brings it down on Sam's throat - not hard enough to do much damage, but plenty hard enough to cause some panic and restrain him. "Whatcha doin', eh? You don't go anywhere 'til I say so! Now-!" He presses a little harder. "You been' tryin' to pull my leg, yeah? Give us the wrong address, did you!?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 13 2015, 07:54 PM Post #123 |
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*Sam is quickly and sickeningly brought back into a painful reality by something suddenly constricting his breathing-- Sam's eyes widen and despite his body screaming in agony as well as a growing need to breathe in, his hand flies up to grab at Trent's leg, to get his boot off his throat - but he's too weak, his hand far too injured (all it does is leave streaks of blood on Trent's trousers), and Sam's mouth opens has he gasps heplessly, chokes, bucks and writhes as far as he can. All in vain.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 13 2015, 10:55 PM Post #124 |
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*Trent doesn't let up - this bastard have him the wrong address, he must have! He's a copper, you can't trust a word they say. "You're gonna regret this! And we WILL get the right address out of you! Just as soon as we break you, you hear?!" He looks over at his mates, snarling. "String 'im up!" They nod and rush to grab at Sam, yanking him up and dragging him back further into the room.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 14 2015, 09:08 AM Post #125 |
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*There are bright spots dancing in front of Sam's eyes and his lungs screaming at him by the time Trent lets up and he's yanked up, coughing and choking and gasping for air. They must have severed the ropes that kept his ankles secured to the chair, because once Sam regains awareness of his surroundings, he's standing - no, being held upright, a fresh set of ropes being wound around his wrists, and then there's another yank, and suddenly there's an unbearable strain on Sam's arms as he sags forward. There's groaning, there's cries of pain, and it takes Sam a moment that they're coming from him. And finally, he realises what happened. He's strung up indeed - his arms pulled upwards by rope, suspending him up high enough that Sam has to strain on his tiptoes to relieve his arms a little. And his jacket - his jacket is gone. It's ridiculous, with everything that's already happened, but it makes Sam feel that extra bit more vulnerable. Whatever is going to happen next, Sam doesn't want to know what it's going to be. And yet, he tries to turn his head, to see where Trent is, what he's doing - he needs to prepare himself, brace himself, if he can't escape it...! A plea springs to his mind, unbidden, and be bites at his lower lip to keep it in - the pain is threatening to make his head explode, the dread and despair over his plan not having worked is tearing at his insides, and yet, he won't beg, he definitely won't, he won't beg for them to stop. That last scrap of dignity he wants to keep.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 14 2015, 08:39 PM Post #126 |
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*Trent watches with a sadistic grin as Sam's strung up by the wrists, dangling helpless. Like a worm on a hook. A lying, holier-than-thou worm. Time to teach this dishonest toerag a lesson.* "You got anything to say? Huh? Anything at all!?" Trent positions himself in front of Sam, delivering a swift slap to Sam's face. "Tell us where Leonard is and we might just let you keep the skin on yer back!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 14 2015, 08:46 PM Post #127 |
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*Sam grunts with the force of the slap, his head snapping to the side. It's quite remarkable how the pain of this single slap manages to pierce through the blanket of agony Sam has been trying to fight off, he reflects dizzily and somewhat hysterically as he tries to shake off the daze that is settling on him. Sam tries to work his mouth - they're back to this now, and Sam knows he won't be able to hold out long anymore, not with the blood now meandering down his arm, with the pain nearly blinding him, but still, still, he can hold out one more second, surely, just one more, on the off-chance that Gene-- someone-- is going to come rushing in and saving him from this hell--* I-I don't-- *Sam breaks off, coughing painfully - his throat feels absolutely shredded, after all the screaming and then Trent's boot to it, his voice is ruined. He realises with an odd mix of resignation and hysteria that, even if he wanted to give Trent the real address, he wouldn't even be able to at the moment.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 14 2015, 11:32 PM Post #128 |
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*"Huh? You don't what!? You don't know?? S'that it!?" Another slap strikes the side of Sam's face. "You gonna tell me or not! Last fucking chance!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 15 2015, 08:22 AM Post #129 |
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*Another pained noise as his head snaps around to the other side, Sam's eyes closed against the stinging pain, a few tears dripping down his face - indistinguishable from the droplets of sweat. He doesn't want this. He can't go on anymore. It's his last chance. .... and yet. And yet. Sam draws a trembling breath, then shakes his head. He won't tell.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 15 2015, 07:31 PM Post #130 |
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*Trent's face falls, the flash of danger in his eyes palpable. "Fine. On your own head be it." Shoulders tense, Trent marches right past Sam and back to the table where he's got all his goodies laid out. Sam may have an idea of what's coming next or he may not... But the sudden demonstrative crack that sounds out as Trent tests the whip out will probably give him a hint. "I'm gonna give you five. Then ask again. You want it to stop, you answer. Got that?" Then after a moment's pause, Trent swings his arm back and expertly cracks it hard against Sam's back, splitting the thin shirt covering it. Then again, just below the first. And again, under that. Five times with a pause inbetween... crack... crack... crack.... When he finishes, the whip is bloody and Trent breathing heavily. "The address!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 15 2015, 07:45 PM Post #131 |
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*Sam's heart is beating hard as Trent walks out of his field of vision, and he blinks against the waves of agony, trying to steady his breathing. He knows something bad must be coming, he won't like it... And part of him is screaming at him to just give it up now, to reveal the address, spare himself whatever is to come... But a bigger part is crossing its arms and shaking its head, gritting its teeth with desperate determination. It's the part the Sam blindly follows, telling himself that every second counts, every second he remains silent is another second that makes it more likely that he'll be saved... that someone spotted Trent while he was out, that police have been following him-- The first demonstrative crack brings Sam's train of thought to an abrupt halt, and he can't stop himself from trying to twist around, eyes wide with shock and dread. This.... no, this can't be happening......! Sam barely has the time to turn back around, still trying to process what was just implied, what-- CRACK The pain is instant, searing, head-splitting, cutting straight through him and causing him to jerk forward, straining against the ropes. Sam's voice betrays him in that first moment of shock. The second lash draws a choked sound from his throat, and by the fifth Sam is gasping for breath and whimpering, hardly able to hold himself upright. The pain seems to worsen as the seconds trickle by (just as his blood, ever more of it, is trickling down his back), radiating into every corner of his body, his back already aflame. The only reason why he isn't already screaming with it is that the agony isn't allowing him to draw a proper breath.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 15 2015, 11:15 PM Post #132 |
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*from the look of Sam he isn't going to cope with many more strikes... But Trent wants information, not a dead copper. Shame it seems like he's going to get the latter anyway. Just so long as he also gets the former. "Well!? You wanna say something?!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 16 2015, 07:55 AM Post #133 |
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*Trent's voice cuts through the sound of static that's started to fill Sam's hearing, making his head ache. Sam squeezes his eyes shut, forces himself to breathe, breathe, why is no one here yet, why, why-- Come on Sammy-boy, stay strong, don't let that toerag get the better of you. Trust the Gene Genie. Sam grits his teeth. Shakes his head.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 16 2015, 06:17 PM Post #134 |
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*"You're only delaying the inevitable!" He raises the whip again, swishing it back behind him and then slashing it forwards. One more stripe, two, three...! It can't be long now... Nobody's ever endured more than ten before, so as he reaches the tenth stripe Trent fully expects an answer as he asks once again. "And now!?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 16 2015, 07:12 PM Post #135 |
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*And it starts again, cut after cut, seemingly slicing straight through Sam, making his body jerk, he must be falling apart soon, how can he still be bleeding? He'd have thought by now that there couldn't have been any more blood left inside him. Sam's eyes fall closed after that last strike - he can't keep them open anymore, it's too much effort. Everything burns, everything is spinning-- Just a bit more, Sam, you can hold out those few more minutes, can't you? Don't give that bastard the satisfaction. Why am I even listening to you? Sam wonders. I never did before. Madness. Don't you dare be late, Gene. Sam shakes his head, the barest of motions, followed by a weak cough that leaves him trembling with the exertion.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 16 2015, 08:26 PM Post #136 |
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*Shit. Trent's impressed. "Much more and you'll be dead! But alright, this is on you!" He strikes again, the whip whistling through the air and landing home with a smack. And then another and another, one two three four and then five, the blood droplets spattering on the dusty floor. He has to talk now... He'll be dead if they carry on much further...! "Tell me! Tell us the address!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 17 2015, 07:58 AM Post #137 |
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*Every lash seems to whack another bit of mind and sanity out of Sam's head. What was this about again-- Why did he have to hold out-- Why didn't he just say-- No-- Please-- If it weren't for the ropes holding him upright, Sam would have collapsed by now. It's too much, there's a roaring in his ears that's nearly drowning out Trent's voice, he can't see, he can't think, all he knows is that he can't go on, he can't, can't... Sam-- No, sod you Gene, I love you, I can't, I won't. Fighting for breath, Sam chokes out* P-Please-- *Just stop, I'll tell you, just stop this, I don't want to die. Not again.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 17 2015, 10:38 PM Post #138 |
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*Trent's about to crack the whip again, but Sam's plea catches him off guard. He's actually going to say something?! Letting the whip dangle, he moves round to stand in front of Sam, staring at him intensely. "Please what! 'Please stop, I'll tell you?' "* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 18 2015, 06:30 AM Post #139 |
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*nods weakly, barely able to move his head to perform the motion. He's aware of Trent's voice being closer than before, but he can't muster the strength to raise his head and open his eyes to actually look. Sam opens his mouth again, but all that comes out is a stutters breath that peters out into a weak cough. He needs to say something... The address... Sam remembers it sluggishly, but actually working his vocal chords to say it out loud is another matter...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 18 2015, 12:50 PM Post #140 |
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*Oh here we go. If this is just an attempt to stall for time...! "You say something or I start on the front!" He gives Sam's stomach a threatening nudge with the handle of the whip. He really isn't joking.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 18 2015, 12:58 PM Post #141 |
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*The spike of fear that shoots through Sam hardly translates into his body; there's a twitch, his eyes squeezing shut that little bit tighter, before opening just a slit. He'll have to trust that Leonard is well protected... that other detectives are keeping tabs on the address... there's nothing more Sam can do now, not when he's been reduced to this - hardly able to string a thought together, bleeding out, too weak to even writhe with the agony that's wrecking his body. Another attempt at taking a breath, and this time, Sam manages to force out the words - slurring somewhat, the blood loss making it hard to speak* .... Fifty S.... Seven.... An... Anc-coats Road... |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 18 2015, 10:51 PM Post #142 |
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*A slow smile spans Trent's face. Fifty seven Ancoats road... So he WAS lying before! But now he has the address. And in just a little while he'll have Leonard. And then if the police haven't gotten suspicious by then, he'll take the DCI and maybe the woman too, if he can. Sam'll regret ever crossing the path of Kim Trent. Casual as you like, Trent drops the whip on the ground and saunters over to the weapons table again, picking up a small bottle of whisky. A celebratory drink's in order, he thinks! He's just broken a copper - that's a job well done. He unscrews the lid and takes a smug swig as he walks past Sam and then pauses behind him. "Cheers for that." And with that, Trent upends the bottle over Sam's back.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 19 2015, 10:06 AM Post #143 |
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*With those few stammered words, Sam also seems to have given up the last bit of his strength, leaving him with his head hung low, not even attempting to relieve the strain on his arms. This is it, he's given up - but at least, and that has to count for something, his betrayal has granted Sam a bit of respite from the onslaught of agony... His breathing coming out laboured and stuttery, Sam doesn't realise that Trent is moving about, doesn't understand the deeper sense of his words - until the liquid hits his skin. And sets it on fire. The scream that wrenches free of Sam's throat is broken and ragged, hardly human sounding, and Sam isn't even aware of how his back is arching in a vain attempt to somehow escape this new hell. The tears are rolling freely now, it's too much, too much, on top of everything that's already happened, Sam can't cope with this, not anymore. Sam continues to groan, his throat too abused and his lungs too constricted to keep up the screaming, twitching and wringing his hands against the ropes, blindly trying to get away - as though he could run away from the pain.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 19 2015, 11:19 PM Post #144 |
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*Trent doesn't even look back as Sam's cry echoes through the garage - he doesn't need Sam any more. The address he has now is the correct one. There's no way that was a lie. He picks up his van keys and heads towards the door, whistling to his mates. This time they're going to get what they want! ------------- Outside, Gene, Annie and the others are stalking up to the property, guns drawn. This is the only building in the area that Trent could be hiding out - the others have already been searched. If they're not in here then they have a real problem. annie knows the direction they were headed but Mr the exact location. But they'll soon find out!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 20 2015, 08:27 AM Post #145 |
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*As they creep up on the building, it's Annie who notices the black van. She points at it, murmuring "Guv" to get Gene's attention - that's Trent's vehicle, she recognises it immediately. And a second later, the shed's door flies open, Trent striding out confidently, half-turned to talk to his mates and thus oblivious to what's waiting for him I'm the light of day. "... Won't forget that lesson too fast I reckon!"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 20 2015, 11:27 PM Post #146 |
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*Gene's about to fling the door open and sweep the room, but suddenly the thing opens by itself - and Trent almost walks straight into him! Jesus, the luck he's got right now, he should enter the lottery!! The wide-eyed stare only lasts a second. Suddenly he's got his hands clamped onto Trent's lapels and he's twisting, dragging the man around and throwing him down in a pile on the ground. Gene follows downwards, practically landing on the man and wrestling to keep him down and pinned. Behind him he can hear the others dealing with Trent's mates, but that's not important right now. This is the man they want! * And what about THIS lesson? The 'breaking out of prison and going for a romp in the countryside' lesson!? Regretting that yet? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 21 2015, 08:14 AM Post #147 |
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*Trent hasn't even quite processed yet what's happened when he finds himself on the ground, struggling vainly against an iron grip. How on earth did they find him?! "Oi-- gerroff--!!" And it's Hunt, of all people. Anger and frustration make Trent fight even harder - they'd just made the bloody break, he was about to get his main prize, and now this--?! It's not fair!! His mates aren't faring much better than he is, being wrestled to the ground or pressed against the shed's outer wall. With the general sounds of the struggles and shouts, as well as the detainee's rights being smugly recited into their ears, the groaning from inside the shed is almost entirely being drowned out. Almost.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 21 2015, 10:59 PM Post #148 |
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Oh, 'gerroff', is it? Thought you had more than that in you! *roughly, Gene secures Trent's hands behind his back and shoves his face into the mud once more for good measure.* Ray, get 'em out of here. And keep a good eye. I want this bastard locked up for the rest of 'is scummy life. *Gene pushes himself up onto his feet, grimacing at the damp muddy smears soaking into his knees. Dammit, now he'll actually have to do laundry. As he looks up, he notices the open door to the garage Trent just vacated, and something suddenly feels very wrong. Gene frowns. He knows to always trust his gut feeling. His hand snatches out to grab at Trent's shoulder as Ray marches him past. With a fistful of Trent's shirt, Gene asks in a low voice,* What were you even upto?! Bloody stupid thing, breaking out and adding a century onto your sentence... Why'd you do it? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 22 2015, 07:22 AM Post #149 |
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*Trent grunts and keeps struggling, but it's no use. They were doing so well, and now...! However, as Gene pulls him back, staring at him intently, a malicious smile shows on Trent's face. He might not have been able to extract his full revenge, but maybe what he's about to get will be about as sweet... "Why don't you go 'ave a look?" he sneers, nodding over to the open door. There are no sounds coming from the shed anymore now - it's almost eerily quiet. The other detectives are looking at Gene; they can sense his sudden tension, it seems.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 22 2015, 10:51 PM Post #150 |
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*Gene's gut rolls once more - something definitely isn't right, here. Trent seems to know something - seems smug. Like even though he's been caught there's still a victory he's achieved somehow. And that makes Gene feel extremely uneasy. He continues to glare at Trent for a moment before shoving him back into the officer's grip and muttering bitterly* Get rid of 'im. *and now the thing Gene's dreading. He has no idea what he's about to find as he stalks towards the garage door, but every one of his instincts is screaming at him that something unpleasant has happened here. That he's going to find this hard. As he steps in through the doorway with held breath, Gene realises that his instincts, however correct, could never prepare him fit the sight he'd find himself met with. A man, strung up by the wrists, back covered in bloody slashes... Fingers swollen and bruised on one hand, blood dripping down the grey cords and onto the ground. Dripping down behind those Cuban heels. Striped wide-collared shirt hanging in threads around his quivering torso... ...... * *under his breath a shuddered gasp* S-Sam.....? *Jesus... No, this... This can't be Sam... It can't be... But as Gene rushes forward on numb legs, moving through the space like this is merely a bad dream, he can see the jacket on the ground, the familiar short brown hair... No, no.... Not Sam... Not his best friend, not his DI....! Please!! Not my officer! But there he is, and the realisation makes bile rise in Gene's throat. His officer... This can't have happened to his officer.... Not his Sammy-Boy..... But it has. And Gene knew nothing about it. DID nothing about it. Jesus, Sam....! Panic rising within him, Gene fumbles at his belt for his radio, stuttering orders for an urgent ambulance to their location before dropping the thing and stepping forward.* Sam, Sam it's me... It's the Gene Genie... I'm gonna get you out of here, okay? Okay...? Just... Show me you're in there, yeah? Say something to me, anything...! |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 23 2015, 07:16 AM Post #151 |
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*Trent keeps grinning as he and his mates are being hauled off - a small victory is a victory nonetheless. He'd give a lot to see the look on Hunt's face right now... But as he's bundled into the waiting cars, he has to come to terms with the fact that they've been thoroughly busted. That this was his last chance of escape, probably, and he botched it. No, not he. Tyler botched it for him. But he got what he deserved. -- The scuffle and Trent's arrest have passed Sam by completely. There's a constant sound of static buzzing in his ears, and the pain is making it hard to concentrate on anything. It's all he's aware of - the strain on his arms... Blood trickling down his arm and back... The pain radiating from so many places at once... And the stench of whisky, mingling with what must be the smell of his blood, making his stomach roil. Sam is so caught in this swirl of agony that he doesn't even realise that now, finally Gene is here. He's given up on the thought that anyone is going to come to his rescue - he's going to die here, isn't he, die of bloodloss and pain. Gene's voice is drowned out by the buzzing in Sam's ears - barely registers as an independent sound - and so he gives no reply, tries not to move, as if that will help ease the metallic pain that's burning into the very core of his being. The only thing that indicates that he's alive, apart from the tremors running through his body, is his breathing - laboured, constricted, but audible rasps of it. * |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 23 2015, 07:59 PM Post #152 |
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............ *Gene panics. Sam isn't responding. What does he do!? The ambulance is on it's way... Okay, okay... He needs to get Sam down...! Trying so hard to keep it together, Gene looks over at the doorway and spots Ray and Annie. They're stood, staring at the sight in front of them, eyes wide and mouths open. Hoarsely, Gene shouts to them.* Get... Get over here! Now! *desperately, he looks up at the rope holding Sam's wrists - they need to release it... But then Sam'll drop. Making a decision, Gene moves right up to Sam's front and gently loops his arms around Sam's waist. It's hard not to let his hands slip against the blood or to touch the injuries on his back, but finally he gets a good hold. Luckily Ray's gotten the hint and moved over to the hook holding the rope, ready to release it. This is going to be awful... This is already awful. How long has Sam been here!? Why didn't he know about this?? Why didn't he stop it!? Bracing himself, Gene murmurs to Sam - he can't even tell if he's being heard, but he has to try. Has to try and make Sam know he's there.* We're gettin' you down now, Sam... Just brace yerself, yeah? Not long now, then you'll be okay... I promise... Edited by Gene Hunt, Apr 23 2015, 08:02 PM.
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 23 2015, 08:18 PM Post #153 |
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*More buzzing - no... voices. Muffled. He still can't tell who it is through the static, let alone understand what exactly is being spoken, but his agony-crazed mind is telling him it can only be his captors, who else would it be? Gene? No, you're on your own, Sam. They're still here, and close. It's not over yet.... no.... Sam tenses when he feels the touch, arms, around him - what is this, what now - and the choked sob that escapes him is entirely out of his control, as is the low keening deep down in his throat, broken and raspy. His eyes flutter open for the tiniest of fractions, but he can't see, everything is dark and blurred. If he were in any state to do it, Sam would be shying away from Gene's embrace, but he has to avoid moving at any cost... and so Sam just waits, bracing himself for the next onslaught of agony that is to come, surely... but he already told them, he told the truth, please stop, I told you, stop, leave me alone......!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 23 2015, 10:20 PM Post #154 |
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*still nothing.... That's worrying. Gene holds Sam tight and carefully, one eye on Ray as he picks up a knife from Trent's table of torture and begins rapidly sawing through the rope. It takes a minute or two, but at last there's a snap. Sam drops and Gene tightens his grip, bending with Sam as he falls to stop him before he hits the ground.* Easy, easy... |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 24 2015, 07:27 AM Post #155 |
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*The sudden motion as the rope is released makes Sam jolt, and even Gene's efforts aren't enough to save him from the agony that follows in the wake of this. The movement antagonises Sam's back, seems to set off each cut individually. Sam hears someone cry out, sob, beg--* No, n-no, please, no, no....... *-- oh. That's his own voice. The pain overpowers Sam completely, makes his muscles spasm and contract, and a moment later he's convulsing, weakly heaving up. With his arms now lowered, the hole in his left hand has started bleeding again as well - more blood that is now soiling Gene's clothes.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 24 2015, 09:09 PM Post #156 |
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*Gene's heart leaps into his mouth as Sam makes that sound. That anguished, pained noise. He's holding Sam, trying to handle him in a way that'll cause the least pain - but then Sam's throwing up, wretching in Gene's arms and ejecting everything within him at Gene's feet. Jesus Christ, how did Sam get this way!? There's a wound in his hand, several fingers clearly broken... and of course, the damage to his back. It's incredible that he's still even half conscious. Gene ignores the sick and just keeps focusing on Sam himself - on holding him on his front, making sure that if he vomits again he won't choke - on keeping him as comfortable as he possibly can until the ambulance arrives. Trying to keep his voice comforting and confident, Gene keeps talking.* Don't worry about that, Sam - just breathe. Keep breathing, yeah? Don't talk if you can't, just stay awake and stay with me, yeah? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 24 2015, 10:02 PM Post #157 |
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*Coughing weakly and shuddering in Gene's arms, Sam is still waiting - waiting for more abuse, additional pain, what are they waiting for? Can't decide? Just get it over with, just make it all stop... He doesn't want this anymore, if all this world has left for him is pain, he doesn't want it, he'd rather chose death over this. But he's still here, and inexplicably, nothing really is happening. At the corner of his perception, of what remains of his consciousness, Sam senses warmth... a body. Somebody is still holding him. That same voice is still talking to him, and there is a sliver of him that is starting to realise that this isn't Trent, nor one of his cronies.... but then who....? Ray has gone outside to keep a look out for the ambulance, but Annie has knelt down besides Gene and Sam now. It's a horrifying sight, and just like Gene, she is fighting to keep it together, though it's a lot harder for her - her eyes are glassy, shining - but she still extends her hands and very gently takes Sam's mangled one, somewhat shakily wrapping a napkin around it - they need to stop the bleeding, Sam looks so pale already, he must have lost a considerable amount of blood by now... Under his breath, not even aware of what he's doing, Sam keeps murmuring "no, no", though he isn't shifting, isn't trying to get away - moving is about the worst thing he could do right now. The shuddering and coughing are already setting every nerve in his body on fire... But, yes - he keeps breathing, his chest hitching occasionally. With the way Gene is holding him now, he'll feel how Sam is struggling, how his chest is working hard to rise and fall, how it shudders with every exhalation.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 24 2015, 10:33 PM Post #158 |
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*Gene continues to try and keep Sam as comfortable as he can while Annie wraps his hand. It's horrible to look at - perfectly round and clean. Just like it was made by some kind of spinning tool. Gene doesn't want to think about it. Sam's breathing is a concern, too. It sounds like he's struggling. It makes Gene want to turn him over, relieve some of the pressure on his chest... But he can't, can he.* Sam, keep breathing... You'll be in a soft bed soon, okay? One a lot nicer than your shitty one at home... *looks up at Annie, lost as to what else to do* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 25 2015, 07:50 AM Post #159 |
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*Annie looks at Gene with equal desperation - her first aid knowledge can only do so much, and with Sam in this state she doubts there is much she can do... They have no choice but to sit tight and wait for that ambulance to arrive. And she knows that this will take a while - they're far out of town, their location remote... It's a nightmare. She reaches down again, this time gently cradling Sam's cheek. "Sam? Sam, it's Annie - you're okay now, you're safe, you..." She has to pause, her voice trembling slightly and threatening to break. "... You'll be okay. Just listen to the Guv, keep breathing... You're okay...." Sam is on the verge to passing out when Annie touches his face, and that pulls him back for a few more seconds, makes his reeling mind try and focus. Because this... This is a gentle touch, not at all like what was happening earlier. What's going on...? Sam tries to puzzle it out... But it's no use. He's lost a considerable amount of blood by now, and that paired with the agony and the despair, it's pulling him away, dragging him into lightless depths... Away from the pain. Sam lets himself fall into it. He goes limp in Gene's arms - still breathing, but clearly not conscious anymore. |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 25 2015, 11:15 PM Post #160 |
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*Gene goes pale as Sam falls limp in his arms. He needs Sam awake! He can't lose him like this! Not like this!* ... Sam?... Sam! *Nothing. Nothing at all. And he gets nothing right up until the ambulance arrives, the driver loading Sam quickly into the wagon and waving Gene into the back with him. Annie can handle the proceedings back at Trent's hideout - he's not leaving his officer, not in this state. In the back of the ambulance, Gene places his hand over the back of Sam's limp wrist, trying to at least give him some reassurance. To let Sam know that his Guv is there.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 26 2015, 09:48 AM Post #161 |
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*Sam is entirely lost to the world by now - hanging in empty space, unable to move, to speak. Not that he'd want to - all he wanted was for the pain to stop... And it has. So Sam doesn't attempt to get out of this limbo he finds himself in. He does, however, faintly register that touch. He doesn't know where it's coming from, but it keeps his mind occupied, keeps it guessing... Keeps it rooted. Keeps Sam from slipping away further. The ride to hospital is a long and fast one, but once they're there, Sam is rushed inside without further ado.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 26 2015, 10:29 PM Post #162 |
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*not being family, Gene isn't allowed in any further than the doorway to the theatre suite. But that doesn't stop him from trying. Sam may not be blood family, but... He has no other family. Not that he's spoken of, anyway. Nobody living around here who could come and visit our who'd need to be notified... And being his DI... That makes Sam family by default. Sam is his best friend... Shaken and on edge, Gene forces the doctors to tell him the moment he's allowed in to see Sam, whether he's asleep or awake. He needs to see that he's going to be ok.... It's a compulsion so strong that it knocks Gene back a little, somewhat. The urge to check, the urge to make sure. He needs Sam to be okay, he realises. He NEEDS it. The thought of losing him scares Gene more than he'd ever have guessed. So, nervous and distressed, Gene waits. Waits for Sam to be okay. Because he will be. He HAS to be. * |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 27 2015, 07:21 PM Post #163 |
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*Minutes tick by, slowly becoming an hour, two. Doctors keep leaving and entering the theatre suite, but none of them talks to Gene, and each and every one of them looks very serious. Eventually, someone holds out a plastic cup of tea out to Gene. "You look like you could do with a brew, Guv." It's Annie, trying to give Gene her best encouraging smile - which is mostly supposed to hide just how badly shaken she herself is. Annie's eyes are red, and her hand holding out the cup to Gene is shaking ever so slightly.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 29 2015, 08:11 PM Post #164 |
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*Gene sits, waiting for what feels like forever. Sam is his best friend... His right hand man. How could he have not known? How could he not have realised this is what would happen? He's failed Sam. He just hopes that Sam won't pay any further price than he already has done... Annie's voice makes him jump, reality shocking him back into himself. Wide eyed he looks up, taking in her shaken appearance. Clumsily, he takes the cup, eyes not leaving Annie's face* You heard anything...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 29 2015, 08:15 PM Post #165 |
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*Oh no, Annie hadn't meant to surprise Gene like this... Her smile takes on an apologetic note as she sits down next to him, shaking her head in reply. "No... Only just got 'ere. We' ad to sort everythin' out... " She looks over at Gene. "So he's not out of surgery yet then, is he..."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 29 2015, 09:27 PM Post #166 |
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*Gene visibly deflates as Annie tells him she's heard nothing either, shaking his head and returning his gaze to the floor.* God knows how much stitching they're havin' to do. Probably looks like a bloody rag doll by now.... *Wincing slightly at his own attempt to lighten the situation, Gene raises the cup to his lips and takes a small sip. The liquid isn't too hot, but it still burns like a fire as it goes down. It seems like nothing's going to even touch that freezing pit of fear in his stomach, not even hot tea. Then, Gene's thoughts turn towards the other matter in hand, his voice becoming hard and bitter* You've got Trent at the station? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 30 2015, 10:29 AM Post #167 |
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*Annie doesn't quite respond to Gene's joke, instead knitting her fingers together tightly and staring down at them. No news... and it's been a few hours already. That's not good. At Gene's question, Annie nods, her throat growing tight. "Yes, Guv-- 'E's all ready for you. An' we've already begun arrangements that he'll be put in an isolation cell once 'e's back where 'e belongs."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 30 2015, 11:03 PM Post #168 |
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*Gene growls under his breath, lip turning up like a lion about to protect its cubs* That bastard won't be where 'e belongs' til I put 'im in the ground. |
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| Sam Tyler | May 1 2015, 07:11 AM Post #169 |
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*Annie winces, keeping her eyes trained on her hands. Gene's anger is radiating off him like an aura - which is understandable. He and Sam had gotten along so much better lately, and besides, Gene looks out for his officers, no matter what. And this... Annie swallows, breaking the silence after a few seconds. There's something she needs to get off her chest, a thought that has been circling in her kind relentlessly for the last few hours... "I... When I spotted Trent, it was at Leonard's address. His actual one, I mean - not where we kept 'im."* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 1 2015, 09:27 PM Post #170 |
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*Gene frowns at this - Trent was at Leonard's real address... There's no way he could have known that - It's not really the kind of information that you'd be able to buy in prison... Leonard is a nobody. His address isn't common knowledge. Someone on the outside must have told him. And with the state that Sam was in, and with the timing... Sam told him. Sam must have given in. The thought hits Gene like a brick, and it hurts - but not for the reason people may expect. He knows how tough Sam is - how dedicated to the job and to protecting people. For him to break like that... Jesus, how much pain must he have been in!?* ...... Right. *Shit.* ........ And the only way he'd know that address.... |
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| Sam Tyler | May 1 2015, 09:40 PM Post #171 |
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*Annie nods, hardly able to hide her own distress. "Sam must've... Told him. It, it makes sense - when I saw Trent, 'e seemed... Angry. Was talking to his mates, and the way they drove off..." She wrings her hands together a little more tightly, drawing up her shoulders. "You know, I thought... I thought he was bein' a bit silly - Sam was - tellin' us to keep tabs on Leonard's real address as well... In case Trent found out..." What she's about to say is hard, so hard to say out loud, but now she's started she won't - can't - stop. "I almost... I almost didn't show up. It was a last minute thing, thought I'd stop for a few minutes there before goin' into work. And if I hadn't done that... " Annie takes a shakey breath, her brow knitting together in an anguished frown as she shakes her head. "And if I'd just reacted faster... If I'd called backup sooner...!"* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 1 2015, 11:42 PM Post #172 |
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*Gene's gaze drops to the floor one again as he processes this. Annie almost didn't make it... But Gene almost told Sam not to move Leonard in the first place. And if he hasn't allowed it, if he's said no to Sam... What the hell would they be dealing with then!? He swallows against the lump of guilt in his throat and replies in a rough voice, his own emotions trying to surface* Oi. None of that. You're the reason he's still alive. No use thinking about what you could have done better ... You saved 'is life. And you did everything you could. |
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| Sam Tyler | May 2 2015, 12:13 PM Post #173 |
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*Annie looks over at Gene then, eyes shining. However, after a moment she nods, looking down at the floor again. In the end, that is true... However, it sounds like Gene himself has more on his mind than he's letting on as well - he's not normally this subdued, even considering what happened... But before she can work up the courage to say something - before she can even think of what to say - a door down the hallway opens, and a slightly exhausted looking doctor makes his way towards them, stopping next to the chairs. "Are you here for Mr Tyler?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 2 2015, 04:45 PM Post #174 |
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*a cold spike of fear shoots through Gene as he hears that question. This moment - it's what he's been waiting anxiously for since he'd rushed in with Sam. What if he didn't make it? What if he's in a coma? What if he's too far gone...? Or if he's still alive, what state will he be in? Suddenly the need to know overwhelms him and before he knows it he's on his feet.* Is he alright, did you... Did you fix 'im up...? |
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| Sam Tyler | May 2 2015, 07:33 PM Post #175 |
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*Annie stands up as well, grasping her coat and holding it a little more tightly than strictly necessary. The doctor is carrying a clipboard, and he glances down at it before addressing the two again. "You're not family, I understand?" "Co-workers," Annie hurries to say, before Gene can chime in. " 'E doesn't 'ave any family, as far as we know." Another glance at them, then at the clipboard. "Right." The doctor sighs then, lowering the clipboard to give Gene and Annie his full attention. "To answer your question - yes, we did, as far as we could." He holds up a hand. "Don't tell me what got him into that state, I don't want to know. What matters is that, by rights, Mr Tyler should pull through. He's been through blood transfusion, we've cleaned up what we could - he should be fine." He looks at Gene - Mr Tyler's superior, or so he was told. "Do you want the details?" His tone implicates that Gene should want to know - he's the poor man's boss after all, and judging from their occupation, he probably got him into this mess in the first place, or so the doctor assumes. It's not been a good day, and having a patient like Mr Tyler to patch up didn't exactly help his mood. Besides, he didn't like the way Gene talked to the nurse earlier.* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 3 2015, 12:47 PM Post #176 |
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*Oh thank god - Sam's okay. He's going to be okay. The relief is overwhelming - so much so that he doesn't even pick up on the doctor's attitude towards him - The implication of blame. He's just too focused on the fact that Sam's alive. But then he's brought back down to earth harshly. The opportunity to find out what exactly happened to him. Does he want to know? Not really... The thought makes him feel sick. But he has to know. Sam went through this on his own... He won't be going through recovery on his own as well. Steeling himself Gene nods before turning to Annie* You can step out if you're not wanting to know. |
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| Sam Tyler | May 3 2015, 01:40 PM Post #177 |
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*Annie immediately shakes her head, saying "I'm staying." Her thoughts on the matter are the same as Gene's - choosing not to know would be the same as letting Sam go through it all again, on his own. The doctor looks at them both for a second, before having another look at his clipboard - since they really want to know, he'll make sure to get this right. "Alright. This isn't going to be pretty." He takes a breath, and with that, takes on a distinctly more professional tone. "Let's start with the less severe injuries. Mr Tyler must have endured severe beatings over the course of several hours, judging from the bruises on his abdomen and his face, along with a few cuts. Most of the damage was done by fists, but it seems that at some point, an object made of metal was used as well... the bruise shapes were quite distinctive. This is what most likely was used to nearly shatter his right knee - luckily that didn't happen, but Mr Tyler is going to feel that one for a while. Moreover, there's bruising to his throat - again, no severe damage, but swallowing and talking will be uncomfortable for several days." He exhales, lifting up the uppermost sheet of paper. "Next... the bruises to Mr Tyler's wrists. He must have been held captive with his hands tied with coarse rope for quite a long time, for the rope to leave those kinds of markings. My guess is that at some point, he must have attempted to free himself from them as well, which resulted in it cutting into his flesh fairly badly. From what we could tell, there was no nerve damage, but Mr Tyler will find it hard to lift and hold things or otherwise use his hands for a while. That's also due to the severe damage his left hand in particular took... And I warn you, this isn't pretty. First, we have the broken fingers - middle and ring finger, shattered by what we must assume was a hammer. I'm afraid those will take a long time to heal..." Here, the doctor hesitates - this is becoming hard, even for him. "... as will the wound inflicted on him by what we think was an electric drill. In a way, Mr Tyler was lucky - there is no nerve damage, although we do have a severed tendon. This, together with the broken bones, will take a good month to heal, if not more. What's more, that wound was at least several hours old, and as a result of apparently non-existant treatment up to this point has become infected, inflicting a light wound fever on Mr Tyler... however, we have got that under control." One more pause. "And then, of course, there are the lacerations on Mr Tyler's back. Once again I have to call him lucky, because those were clean cuts, so we were able to switch them up without complications. However, I don't have to tell you how serious the situation is despite that fact. We'll have to monitor Mr Tyler closely for the next 24 hours - there are 15 cuts to his back, inflicted by a whip, and each of them is at risk of becoming infected still. Again, there has been no severe nerve damage, but moving about is going to be very painful in the foreseeable future." Here, finally, the doctor looks up at Gene and Annie. "Questions?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 3 2015, 10:37 PM Post #178 |
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*Gene feels himself grow colder and colder as every little detail is gone through. The list just goes on and on, and though Gene's seen the injuries first hand, hearing how they must have been inflicted is a whole other thing. Listening to how much pain Sam went through... How much fear. How he'd had to keep quiet through all of that.... No wonder he snapped. Anyone would. Jesus. It's just a miracle that he'd held on that long...! Too shocked and appalled to look to Annie, Gene just stands for a moment, processing all of this. All of this horror. Until finally, he croaks out,* Can... Can I see 'im...? |
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| Sam Tyler | May 4 2015, 08:04 AM Post #179 |
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*By the end of the doctor's account, Annie feels ill, her face pale and her hands clinging to the straps of her bag as though they were a lifebelt. This... she can't believe it. How could something like that have happened to their Sam...?! The doctor just looks at Gene for a second, remaining silent. Then, he nods. "Yes. Follow me." And without waiting up, he turns and starts marching down the hallway, towards the wards. If those two think they can stomach it, then he surely won't keep them from seeing their colleague. Annie follows the doctor as if in trance, not even looking to see if Gene is walking along as well. They stop in front of a single room, where the doctor turns to face them. "You should know that we have put him on a good number of painkillers, to help him sleep. It's important after a trauma like this. Please try not to disturb him." He puts his hand on the door knob. "Ready?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 4 2015, 10:42 PM Post #180 |
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*No. Gene'll never be ready for something like this. Not fit seeing what that bastard Trent's done to his Sam. ... 'His Sam' .... What brought that thought on....? Shaking himself out of this odd thought, Gene replies in a weary voice* As I'll ever be... *He glances in Annie's direction briefly, heart beating in his throat. Is she going to be okay with this? With seeing it? Neither of them quite know what they'll be met with on the other side of that door... But they have to take the plunge. For Sam.* |
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| Sam Tyler | May 5 2015, 01:34 PM Post #181 |
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*Annie just gives her nod - her face is pale, but there's determination in her expression. The doctor looks from one to the other. Then he nods, reaching out to turn the door knob and let them both in. The sight they're met with must be sobering. Sam is laid out on his back in the hospital bed, his torso covered only by the bandages and the blanket. And there are a lot of bandages. It's not only his upper body that is wrapped up in them completely; his left hand is banaged up entirely as well, with two of the fingers held straight by splints. What's visible of his skin is bruised and discoloured, especially his face - there's only a few patches on there to deal with the cuts, but apart from that, the damage Trent has done is well visible. Sam's eyes are closed and he isn't moving, only the steady rise and fall of his chest indicating that he is indeed alive. Still, the expression on his face can't be described as peaceful, even though the drugs and painkillers are taking care of any dreams that might come up. There are no heart monitors, and he's able to breathe on his own, but his right arm is attached to a drip, supplying fluid steadily. And he's pale, remarkably so, even despite the blood transfusion he's undergone. The doctor has stepped aside, letting his visitors take in the sight that presents itself to them.* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 5 2015, 11:07 PM Post #182 |
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*Gene stares at the sight in front of him, too stunned to speak. He'd known it'd be shocking, but actually seeing for himself? It's gutwrenching. Seeing Sam so pale and still... It's wrong. Just wrong. And the bandages.... The sight makes Gene feel positively sick. The bruises, too... The red and purple splodges covering his skin... Gene can't process it. It's not just his DI lying there. It's his best friend. His right hand. The only man who's ever managed to fire him up this much. To challenge him this way. To make him feel free enough to talk openly about things that make him human. This is his Sam. And someone did this to him. His fists clench, voice ragged as he whispers* Jesus.... |
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| Sam Tyler | May 6 2015, 02:17 PM Post #183 |
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*Annie is speechless as she tries to process the sight in front of her. Why is it that now, cleaned and bandaged, Sam looks even worse than he did before, bloody and strung up with rope...? She swallows down the tears that threaten to spill from her eyes.* *her voice no more than a choked whisper* ... oh, Sam.......! *Without even thinking, she takes a step forward, walking up to Sam's bedside and reaching out - but then, she hesitates, glancing at the doctor.* Can I-- *He nods silently. Annie looks back at Sam and places her trembling had on the back of his right hand (she can't even bear to look at the left one) and squeezes it as tightly as she dares. His right wrist is bandaged thoroughly as well, but some of the bruising left by the rope is protruding from underneath the white stripes... And now that she's up close, she can see bruising on Sam's throat as well. The shape reminds her of something, but for now, she doesn't want to think about it. All that matters is that Sam is there...* *still merely whispering* ... I'm sorry we took so long......! *And now that she's said it out loud, and Sam isn't responding - doesn't even look properly alive - Annie can't stand it any longer. She turns and quickly walks past Gene and the doctor, not looking at them. She's gone from the room within seconds, needing a minute on her own... just a minute....!* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 6 2015, 10:57 PM Post #184 |
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*Gene's still as a statue as Annie rushes forward, his eyes focused in on Sam's bruised and pale face, fists clenched and trembling. He doesn't move as Annie places her hand on the back of Sam's, nor as she speaks the words he wishes he himself could say. No, he stays still. Because if he so much as moves an inch the volcanic emotions raging inside of him are going to overtake him completely and break him down. And even though Annie's heartbreaking departure sends yet another stab through his heart, Gene's almost glad she's gone. Now he can let his lips curl into an angry snarl, his eyes fill just a little and the breath to huff through his clenched teeth. How dare he. How dare Trent do this. How DARE he. He'll get revenge. He'll make this up to Sam. Trent won't be heading to prison, he'll be heading to the morgue. But the rage slowly evaporates, making way for more sobering emotions. Grief - for Sam, and for the recovery ahead of him. And fear - for Sam's state of mind, his wellbeing. And for this inhuman level of protectiveness that Gene can feel suddenly. He's fond of Sam, always has been, no matter how much of a pain he can be. But this... This is something else. Something be didn't even feel when Ray was hurt. This is.... More. Steeling himself, Gene walks forward and over to Sam's bedside, throat feeling tight and lumpy* ..... I should 'ave protected you.... |
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| Sam Tyler | May 7 2015, 06:27 AM Post #185 |
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*There is no reaction from Sam - no twitch, no sound, nothing. The doctor, having watched all of this silently, decides to speak up now - these people both are so distraught... He's starting to regret his harshness earlier. "We are confident that Mr Tyler will recover fully from his injuries... There should be no lasting damage, apart from the severed tendons in his left hand. But some regular exercising, and he'll hardly feel it." The man hesitates there, before asking, "So you two really are the only people Mr Tyler has? In terms of... Immediate family?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 7 2015, 11:20 PM Post #186 |
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*No lasting injuries... Apart from left hand... Will hardly feel it... These reassurances do little to erase the image of Sam lying pale and beaten in the hospital bed. Gene can hear the words, but they seem so unlikely... Sam's so far away from being recovered that he can't imagine it, not yet. But he needs to answer the doctor... He's the one person Gene can't afford to piss off right now... * Uh... *He frowns, swallowing and licking his lips to try and get some feeling back in his mouth* .... Immediate family. Yeah... Bloke doesn't have anyone else. I look out for 'im. |
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| Sam Tyler | May 8 2015, 09:01 PM Post #187 |
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*That, the doctor can actually believe, this time, giving a thoughtful sound. This man is so upset at the sight before him, there has to be quite a friendship linking these two men... and the woman from before as well. "Right." The doctor clears his throat, glancing down once again at his clipboard, and then speaking in a subdued voice. "I'll have to tell you then that Mr Tyler is going to need some help, once he's released from our care - which, if there are no complications, should be a matter of days. He needs to recover from the blood loss he has suffered, but apart from that, he himself... and you, can help him better than we here." The doctor pauses, thinking for a moment before he continues, "With his hands compromised the way they are, during the first few weeks, Mr Tyler will need helping with... more mundane tasks. Plus, you'll have to make absolutely certain that he doesn't overexert himself. The injuries he's been dealt can heal up almost completely, but only if Mr Tyler actually lets them."* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 9 2015, 10:50 PM Post #188 |
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*face like stone, Gene nods once. With the injuries Sam sustained he's certainly going to need help. It's going to be a long rough road to get his DI back to the way he was. But as the doctor says, the main bulk of Sam's recovery rests on whether he'll actually listen and allow himself to heal up. And that's something that Gene can't promise, despite intending to do his best to make sure that happens.* I'll tie 'im to the bed if I have to. Knowing him he'll be trying to do roly-polies over car bonnets by Tuesday. |
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| Sam Tyler | May 10 2015, 08:34 PM Post #189 |
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*The doctor snorts at this. "Well, make sure he doesn't. I'm afraid it'll be desk duty for Mr Tyler for the next couple weeks." He pauses for a second. "Do you have any questions? If not, I'll leave you on your own for a bit, if you'd like. You can have a few more minutes." He nods at Sam. "Having a friend in the room should help keep Mr Tyler's subconscious at ease."* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 10 2015, 10:30 PM Post #190 |
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*Gene swallows, his gaze landing on Sam once more. He has questions - so many questions. But there's only one that he can bear to ask. Psyching himself up for a moment, Gene asks if in a hushed voice, as though keeping Sam from hearing it could possibly reverse what he knows the answer will be* .... What about... What about how he'll be? After, when he wakes up. In his head, I mean. |
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| Sam Tyler | May 11 2015, 08:29 PM Post #191 |
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*He can't say he didn't expect the question, but the doctor still doesn't quite know how to answer it... So he remains silent for a few seconds, simply looking at Sam's prone form. "... It's impossible to say at the moment. Of course, you'll have to be prepared for a certain degree of paranoia, that's common for cases like his... But apart from that? Only time, along with Mr Tyler's strength of mind, will tell."* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 11 2015, 10:34 PM Post #192 |
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*Gene sighs, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. He knew that's what the answer would be, but it doesn't help much.* Right.... *He's half tempted to make a comment about Sam's strength of mind, but the urge falls flat quickly. Now isn't the time for jokes... Now is the time for ensuring his friend is safe and cared for.* C'n I have a few minutes...? |
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| Sam Tyler | May 12 2015, 07:37 AM Post #193 |
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*"Certainly." One last look at Gene, and then the doctor turns and leaves the room, quietly closing the door behind himself. During all that time, Sam hasn't moved. Not even a twitch. The painkillers are keeping his sleep dark and dreamless, but his somewhat troubled expression speaks of what lurks at the edges of this forced slumber.* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 13 2015, 10:54 PM Post #194 |
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*feeling emotionally raw, Gene takes slow steps towards Sam. He doesn't look real. The pale skin, the bruises, the bandages.... It just doesn't look real... Gene sits in the bedside chair gingerly, as though any noise would wake Sam from his deep sleep, even though Gene knows that he's going to be asleep for a long while. He doesn't even know how Sam'll be when he does finally wake up, and that scares him more than he'll admit. One other thing scares him, too. The awful feeling in his heart. Like if things had gone differently, Sam could be gone - and gone without Gene being able to - to what? Say how much Sam means to him? Thank him for his friendship? It scares him that he wants to say these things. To reach out and stroke Sam's fringe from his forehead. To hold his hand.... He stops, jarred out of his thoughts despite the heavy and quick beating of his heart. Shit.... Shit, this can't - - It's the trauma. The shock. It's messing with his head.... Frowning and watching Sam's face intently, Gene takes a breath and tries to concentrate on other things. On Sam's recovery and avenging him. On talking a chunk of of Trent and making him pay. * |
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| Sam Tyler | May 14 2015, 07:10 PM Post #195 |
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*The minutes pass in silence, except for the quite rasp of Sam's breathing with ever inhalation and exhalation that passes through his abused throat. The painkillers keep Sam submerged, completely unresponsive. Ten or so minutes later, there is a soft knock from the door, and when it opens, it reveals Annie, sticking her head into the room. Her eyes are still red, but she is far more composed now, even smiling weakly at Gene. "... Er... May I...?"* Edited by Sam Tyler, May 14 2015, 08:09 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | May 15 2015, 11:14 PM Post #196 |
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*Gene watches the gentle rise and fall of Sam's chest, fighting an invisible war in his head. There are emotions and fears that won't stay back, refuse to be caged. He's going to have to tackle them some time... But now he needs to concentrate outwards, not inwards. He needs to come to terms with this. What happened to Sam. Annie's entrance snaps him out of his thoughts, thankfully. And Gene's grateful to see that she's calmed down a bit too, despite her reddened eyes. He can't blame her for reacting that way - it was a damn shock. Softly, Gene responds.* Get in here, Cartwright. Boy Wonder needs hand-holding, and I'm not the one to do it. |
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| Sam Tyler | May 16 2015, 07:42 AM Post #197 |
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*Unaware of Gene's warring emotions, Annie gives a grateful nod and enters the room, carefully sitting down after having pulled up the second chair next to the bed and Gene. The sight of Sam still threatens to overwhelm her, but she manages to maintain her composure. Her eyes not leaving Sam's face, she asks, "Did the doctor say anything else...? After I..." Annie trails off, not wanting to remember the minutes she spent crying in the thankfully empty ladies' room. And she doesn't want her Guv to think that she's frail as that - now more than ever, she needs to keep it together... * |
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| Gene Hunt | May 16 2015, 09:52 PM Post #198 |
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*Gene turns his eyes back to Sam as Annie sits down next to him, not wanting to embarrass her looking at her reddened eyes and tear-tacky cheeks. Of course she'd have cried. And Gene thinks nothing less of her for it. This would shock anyone.* Just that he's gonna need a lot of help. His hand's minced, backs' shredded... And we don't know how he's gonna be when he wakes up. *he sighs, stomach still rolling with sadness and anger* He ever mentioned any family? Anybody we need to tell? He's never... *trails off, shaking his head. How can a man have no relations left at all? Nobody that he'd talk about or visit at the weekends?* |
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| Sam Tyler | May 17 2015, 07:52 AM Post #199 |
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*Her hands on her lap, Annie clenches them into fists as Gene speaks. Just thinking about it... God. No, keep it together, keep it together... If Sam needs help, she'll help. If he lets her, that is. Upon Gene's question, Annie remains silent for a few seconds. Of course Sam talked about relatives. He'd done it a lot, in the past, but stopped recently... And Annie was glad. Seeing him call people younger than him 'mum' and 'dad'... It was a good thing that had stopped. But that still leaves them with the fact that apparently, there really is no one. So she shakes her head. "... No... Not to me, anyway. But... But maybe we can ask 'im, once he's awake."* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 17 2015, 03:22 PM Post #200 |
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*Gene grunts non-committally. If Sam hasn't actually met or mentioned any credible relatives that Annie's aware of, then it's unlikely any exist. And reminding Sam of that fact probably won't do him any good.* We're gonna get justice for 'im. We'll throw every bloody thing we've got at the bastard who did this. |
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