| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 195 |
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Date Posted: Sunday, March 20, 08:15:52pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 191 & forward" on Monday, March 07, 07:58:57pm
Michael returned to the suite in Dalton’s villa a few hours later. Closing the door behind him, he quickly glanced around the room.
“Nikita? Are you here?”
Wandering into the bedroom, he checked the bathroom, stepping over the towels Nikita had tossed onto the floor. He returned to the livingroom and stood, surveying the room until noticing the yellow note tablet on the table. Michael picked up the note paper and stood reading; he walked slowly to the sofa and sank deeply onto the seat. He closed his eyes and began to rub his forehead; his eyes shot open as he shook his head.
What are you doing Nikita? Why leave....why can’t you understand that I must work here...it’s the only way to really locate the Society. You are so impetuous....and to tell me you have lost who you are......!
Michael jumped up and walked to the patio window, ripping the sheet of paper from the note tablet. He stood staring at the words on the paper - his comprehension and understanding lost.
“Nikita! This is madness....leaving me....we have been through so much together....we have become one....or....so I thought. And to return to your father at Center! You said you would never return to him...are you throwing that in my face because I suggested it...because I thought you would be safer! NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!”
Michael scrunched the note into a ball and threw it across the room; he stormed into the bedroom and began pulling open drawers that had formerly contained Nikita’s clothes. He strode to the closet, ripping open the door: the empty hangers in the closet stood, mocking him. Michael smashed his hand into the hangers, sending them flying throughout the closet. He slammed the folding door closed with such force, it slipped from it’s hinge. He turned and staggered back towards the bed, until he spotted the discarded towels on the floor. Picking the towels up carefully, he brought them to his face and fell onto the bed. Michael breathed in the scent of Nikita, burying his face into the towels. Tears formed in his eyes; he fought to stop but to no avail.
“Why have you done this to me Nikita? Why did I allow myself to give my heart to you? I fought so hard to not love you....and now you have left me. You could never understand why I did certain things....why I had to live my life hidden inside myself....I thought you cared for me....but I was wrong....and now you are gone.....”
Michael smothered his face in the towels; tears running down his cheeks.
“NOOOOOOOO..NIKITA.!!!!” His muffled words were swallowed into the fabric...the only person to hear, was Michael himself.
~ ~ ~
The two men huddled in a corner of Adrian’s kitchen, drinking wine from the bottle. In the livingroom, Nikita struggled to twist the chair she was handcuffed to, around to face Adrian. The older woman sat staring into space.
“Adrian,” whispered Nikita. “Are you alright? You took a bad fall onto the floor...please talk to me!”
“What? Ohhhh...I think I’m alright Nikita....just somewhat disoriented ...I did bang my head when that thug knocked me over.”
“I’m so sorry about this Adrian...they must have followed me here...Michael was correct saying we were putting you in danger.”
“My past life was bound to catch up with me some day, my dear. These men may have followed you or could have been watching my cottage...I did notice an unfamiliar vehicle the other day but just thought it was tourists....I suppose I’m slipping....should have been more careful.”
“No...it’s my fault...they probably tracked us to Dalton’s villa and followed me here, especially after Rene Laval’s exploits.”
“Who? What exploits?”
“Never mind now....these men must be working for the Society...hired guns....I’m certain if I can get them to unlock these cuffs, I can overtake them.”
“Nikita...no, please....there are two of them and I’m afraid I can’t be of much help.”
“They are talking on the cell phone again...must be waiting for instructions....I must try...don’t get alarmed if I appear to be flirting with them...but I think I can distract at least one and overpower him.”
“Nikita, please don’t put yourself in harms way....they may kill both of us anyway.”
“What? Why are you saying that? Adrian, we can’t just give into them...without a fight!”
A that moment the men re-entered the livingroom. The man with the gold teeth strode up to Nikita. “Well sweet cheeks...you’re in luck, my man here will have to wait to get his revenge on you...you two are going for a little sea voyage.”
“Where are you taking us?” glowered Nikita.
The second man walked over to Nikita and leaned into her face; she closed her eyes and turned away, the man breath reeked. “Yeah sweetheart...you’ll have to wait for me to give you the best fuck you’ve ever had...you and the old lady are going to Madeira...certain people want to talk to you there.”
Nikita looked up to face the man. “I can hardly wait! For the smallest dick in the world trying to perform and for a sea voyage...bring it on!”
The man’s eyes seethed as he smashed the back of his hand across Nikita’s face. Her cheek stung as she fought back the tears forming from the pain. She looked over at Adrian: the older woman sat in a trace, staring into nothingness.
The man with gold teeth pulled the second man away from Nikita. “You’ll get a chance to have her when we reach the island....go down to the marina and wait for the boat....it should be there now.”
As darkness settled over the coast, the second man returned to Adrian’s cottage, dragging two black body bags. “The boat is here...they said to put them in these bags.”
“What! And just how do we get them to the marina? This is ridiculous...take that tape and shove it over their mouths, then get the old dame into the first bag....if she fights, knock her out.”
“Come on old dear...into the sack...like a good little old lady!”
“I don’t plan on doing any such thing you idiot!” exclaimed Adrian.
As the second man approached her she lifted her leg, attempting to kick him but the man raised his fist and crushed it into Adrian’s jaw, yielding her unconscious.
“You pigs!” shouted Nikita. “She’s an old lady...you have no right to....” But Nikita did not finish her sentence as a gun butt hit her skull; she fell forward in the chair, unconscious.
Two hours later, the powerful boat crashed through the waves towards the island of Madeira off the Portugese coast. Nikita and Adrian were bound and encapsulated in the heavy body bags. Nikita opened her eyes, her breathing labored with lack of oxygen. She fought to control her panic of being enclosed in darkness. Her mind raced as the realization of where she was came flooding back.
Calm Nik...keep calm....they don’t want you dead...they need to present you alive to receive their money. I must get more air...and Adrian...oh my God....Adrian!
Nikita began pulling her legs up, raising the bag and crashing it down onto the wooden bunk; her mouth was still taped shut so cries would go unheard. Within minutes the bag was unzipped and a dark skinned man wearing a duffle jacket peered at her. He turned and hollered over his shoulder.
“Hey! You do want these two alive, right? We better let them have some air!” He ripped off the tape and wandered over to the other bag containing Adrian. Nikita attempted to pull her body upright.
“Open her bag and let her breath! You’re killing her...do it now!” she shouted.
The man unzipped the second bag and squinted to look at Adrian; she lay unconscious. He removed the tape from her mouth and felt her pulse.
“Is she breathing!” yelled Nikita.
“Don’t think so.”
“Then bloody well give her mouth to mouth...if she dies, you men will all die! You hear me!”
The man with the gold teeth and his cohort came running into the cabin. “What the hell’s the matter!”
“I think the old woman is dead...this one says I should give her the kiss of death...no way!”
The gold teeth man peered in at Adrian and felt for a pulse. “I think she is dead...doesn’t matter one is all we need.”
Nikita’s eyes bored into the man. “You idiot’s! If you are working for the Society...you must realize they want us both! Do you have any idea who that woman is! Untie me and let me give her mouth to mouth!”
The men looked at each other and shrugged. “Is this old dame really important? Never mind...untie the blonde. Okay sweetheart...bring her back to life.” He laughed. “....if you can.”
Released from her handcuffs, Nikita jumped from the body bag and raced over to Adrian. She felt for a pulse - there was a very weak beat. Nikita immediately began mouth to mouth resuscitation; she listened for a heart beat and began CPR. “Adrian! You will not die....please!!!” After a few minutes, Nikita could feel Adrian’s heart beat and breathing become more labored as the older woman fought to regain consciousness. “Please Adrian...you will not die like this....please!”
The men stood watching. Nikita felt Adrian’s pulse and watched intently as Adrian began to stir. “Undo the damn handcuffs and help me get her out of this bag!”
The men complied and laid Adrian on a bunk. Nikita leaned over her and whispered. “Adrian thank God you are alive...you must be strong...these men and their overlords will not defeat us....we will be okay...I will not let anything happen to you.”
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