Chapter 5 - Subside

Parked outside of a large plaza. Michael hesitated and struggled to battle with himself as he stared at the box sitting on the passenger seat. Still sealed; containing the very things he was demanded to retrieve. As he leaned over to gather the box within his grasp, he instantly caught his tail as it parked two cars behind him. A quick change of plan, Michael took the contents within the box. Placing the two leaflets in a small storage beneath the driver seat. Gathering the large keys in the box, Michael placed them in his pockets along with the Charger's keys. Stepping out, Michael stepped from the Charger, walking out and into the large plaza. Blending in with the large crowd as they strolled, window shopped and walked through the plaza. Kids running away from their parents, giggling and laughing to one another. Michael brushed pass two security guards as they retrained a thug after they attempted to steal some camera's from a bargain store.

His eyes narrowed on mirrors as he passed them; Noticing the tail instantly. Their eyes glued to him as he walked at a normal and steady pace, keeping his appearance as unaware of his incoming presence. Turning the corner, which lead him into a tight corridor, Michael headed straight for the Bathroom. As he entered, empty. Michael quickly washed his hands and face, as he went to wipe the thick and dry blood from his neck. His follower entered, locking the door behind him. Moving his hand from his neck, Michael leaned over the sink and braced himself. His eyes stealthily watched as they walked behind him. Tall and very slim, wearing dark sunglasses. A crew cut and wearing nothing but black clothing. Suspicious in every way possible. As they passed him, they attempted to wash up, only to have Michael smack his fist up and colliding it with the man's jaw. As he screeched from the surprise attack; Michael struck the man hard in the stomach and ribs, bruising and cracking a few as he applied extra force. Unable to withstand the impact and strain, the man struggled and tried to hit Michael back, swinging his arms out to grab Michael. Who ducked and struck him again the ribs, cowering forwards as he stumbled. Michael then struck the back of the man's head with his elbow, causing the man to fall straight to the floor. Collapsing and giving up...

Standing over him, Michael couldn't help but think just how easy it was to attack and have a brawl with the guy; was he not trained at all? Were these men just there to side tract him or steer him from completing his mission? Were they even involved with what was happening? Michael leaned down and checked the man's vitals, steady. As he felt the thuds beneath his fingertips. The man's pulse was weak, however it was still there and steady enough to have a conversation. Pulling the man up by his collar, Michael slammed the man against one of the stalls. Slapping him hard across the cheek, he was then greeted by a startled and distorted look on the man. Michael stared into the man's ocean blue eyes..

Clenching his jaw, Michael started to demand answers..

"Who sent you to follow me?"

Michael actually hesitated on what he should be asking; as there was so much, too much that he didn't know about. He was literally in darkness about everything involved with this situation. As he asked; The man let out a long dried out sigh, shaking from shock. Biting his lower lip, he then shook his head and winced as his ribs started to burn with every movement he had made. As Michael watched him, he knew he wasn't going to talk. He knew torture wasn't the best way to gain information as well; However, at this time he really wasn't quite sure on how he was to obtain said information otherwise. As he thought more about it, Michael then struck the man in his bruised and cracked ribs, receiving a loud yelp from him...

As he gasped for air, wheezing and trying his best to keep as much oxygen within his lungs, He exhaled deeply..

"I... ain't telling you... Anything, Westen"

He spat at Michael as he circulated and gathered blood within his mouth, spitting into Michael's face. Michael blinked slowly and took a deep breath before giving him a very noxious stare in return. With that; Michael swallowed hard and placed his hand beneath his chin, his other hand grasping the back of his head. As he kneed the man in place, Michael then pushed his hand up and twisted the man's head, snapping his neck. removing his hands, letting the man drop like a dummy to the bathroom floors. Standing there for a second, his eyes observed what the man was wearing... Noticing a handheld transceiver attached to the man's belt beneath his black jacket. Wiping his mouth and face with his palm as he kneeled down beside the lifeless corpse before him. Michael took a hold of the device and quickly exited the scene...

Making it back to his charger, Michael took a seat and took a deep breath for a second before his cell starts to ring. Hesitation attacked him before he answered it...

"Got what I asked for, Westen?"

His voice was tired, irritated and rather clouded. Michael licked his lips and began to wonder just what other plans this bastard had in store for him..

"Yeah, it's right here"

His eyes darted to the empty box beside him, swallowing the lump that started to form within the walls of his throat. Looking up at the rear-view mirror. Double checking, he checked the car that was tailing him. Abandoned...

"Good, I hope you didn't have to go through too much trouble to retrieve it.."

Hearing that sarcastic and playful tone escape his lips only agonised Michael further. It was clear, he knew just what sort of trouble he'd be dealing with. Clenching his jaw, he gritted his teeth and felt the surge of anger start to expose the surface of his skin, his neck became red with the rise of rage that started to flow through him...

Keeping his tone clear and simple. Michael replied bluntly.

"Just get to the point"

As he spoke, he was greeted by a long, annoying and infuriating laugh - The kind of laugh that made you blood boil.. .

"You'll like what I have for you next. The next place, I'll text you the address. One of the keys is for this house... Before you protest, you'll be seeing Fiona there. I gather that's what you want the most, am I correct?"

The mere mention of her alerted Michael instantly. Almost afraid of what sort of challenge or obstacle he had planned for Michael and Fiona as he started to think further. Why was it only Fi that he would be seeing? What about Sam and Jesse? Where are they? Too many questions and severe scenarios started to rush through Michael's head...He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about seeing her, he was almost frightened and sure that it wasn't going to be a very delightful reunion...Not with this insane lunatic involved...

"Just give me the address"

...

Arriving at the destination. Michael took a detailed look at the scenery and surroundings as he cautiously approached the large, white stoned residence. As Michael scoped the area and it's ground. Seeing just how, neat and tidy the garden was. Taking glimpses inside, seeing the house was furnished beautifully. Michael soon entered the large tiled home. His eyes darting around the place, it was quiet. A little too quiet for his own liking.. He could feel the nervousness start to crawl beneath his skin. Unsettled as he entered deeper within the home. The whole house was white or a light cream colour. The walls painted with a sand shade. The tiles all white, not a single particle of dust or dirt was seen... Clearly, it had been maintained recently..

Slowly making his way out of the main hall way, leading him out into a large tiled room. The room was the centre of the bottom floor. It branched out, containing the kitchen, a family room and one large bedroom. Stairs that circulated the right side of the house, Large flight of stairs which would take you up two more levels. As Michael entered the large open area, His eyes instantly pinned on Fiona, who was sitting directly in the middle of the room, Duct tape around her ankles, wrapping them against the legs of the chairs. Her wrists wrapped and strapped to the arms of the chair. As her eyes glued with Michael. She instantly shouted...

"Michael!..."

As she spoke, her voice broke. Michael instantly started for her as he could hear the fear shake in her voice. As he was almost near her. Fiona screamed louder and tried her best to stop him from reaching her..

"Michael, Don't!... Don't.. Stop!"

As she yelled, pleaded and begged for Michael to stop in his tracks. Michael gave her a soft and baffled look as he stepped back and clenched his jaw...He had stopped half way between the door he entered and half way towards Fi. Michael searched Fiona's face, seeing just how stressed and strained she was. No physical damage to her, however; she was clearly warning him of something... although; she wasn't being completely clear about what exactly was causing her to sweat intensely and scream at him not to move...

"Fi?.."

Author's Note:

Short chapter, I'm sorry guys. Had to leave it there. Thank you very much for the interest in this fic guys. Your words are amazing!