The Past's Revenge: Chapter 4
Title: The Past's Revenge
Author: luna_dove
Summery: Michael Yardly, a dangerous enemy from Myka’s past, shows up bent on revenge. Years ago Myka put his brother in jail for the death of her sister, Tracy. Now he is determined to make Myka pay by targeting the family Myka has built for herself, especially one member that has filled the void of her little sister: Claudia.
Rating: PG-13 for violence and swearing.
Spoilers: Spoilers up to and including "For the Team."
Disclaimer: I don’t own Warehouse 13.
Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
Chapter 4: Shock
“What the hell does this have to do with Myka?” Claudia asked, pulling even more furiously at her bonds. “Stay the hell away from her!”
“Protective. Nice, nice.” Michael said, as though a dog had just done a difficult trick. “That’ll work well. I just hope she reciprocates...”
“Listen dude, I don’t know what your problem is and I don’t care, but if you go after Myka you’ll be dead meat.” Claudia snarled.
“Really? You’re going to kill me?” He looked down at Claudia, trussed up like a turkey.
“If I don’t, then there’ll be four other people waiting to. Including a woman who I’m pretty sure can teleport and kill you just by glaring at you.”
“They won’t get the chance to kill me. Not with such a pretty hostage.” He said, stroking her hair. Claudia moved her head away from him so fast she nearly got whiplash.
“Stay. Away. From. Me.” She said through her clenched teeth.
“Fine.” He said, shrugging. He picked up her gag again.
“N - mph mff mph!” Claudia said, trying her hardest to scream swear words through the gag. She thrashed her head but a minute later, the blindfold was tightly around her head again.
“I’m going to go see if Bering is back from her trip yet. You sit tight and wait for me.” He chuckled, patting her on the head, causing another stream of muffled swear words to explode.
Sitting in the darkness, cold, alone and, even though she didn’t want to admit it, scared, Claudia hoped that whatever Myka was doing and wherever she was, she was safe.
*
“How could this happen?” Myka said, trying her hardest to remain in control. She was pacing the floor of the B&B while Pete was sitting on the couch, his hands folded against his head.
“I don’t know.” He said.
“I mean - Is this someone from Claudia’s past? Did she- did she steal from someone or - I -I don’t know! I mean, nothing huge showed up when we ran her through the Warehouse computer’s when she kidnapped Artie!” Myka said.
She and Pete were waiting for Artie to get back from the warehouse. They had wanted to go join him, but Artie had insisted they stay with at the B&B, because he was almost finished up. He had just matched the image of the man who had taken Claudia to a name and face, and was gathering the information now. Truthfully, Myka thought he wanted them to stay at the B&B because he needed a moment to himself to calm down. He was beyond panicked at Claudia’s abduction. Myka knew that Claudia and Artie had a close bond, and if anything happened to her Artie would be devastated.
“Here. Maybe this will help.” Leena said, placing a pile of cookies down on the coffee table. Mechanically, Pete took one and eat it. He looked a bit better after biting into it, so Myka reluctantly took a cookie, too. It was warm and soft and delicious, and it reminded Myka that she hadn’t eaten in hours. She took two more for herself. The cookies didn’t make everything better, but they helped calm her slightly. But the calm went away when she saw Leena twisting her hands anxiously, looking around the B&B. Suddenly, an idea came to her.
“Leena?” She asked, making the woman jump. “Sorry. I was just wondering if... Do auras leave a presence? You know, do they stay even after a person has left?”
“Some traces of the aura do.” Leena said. “It’s a good idea Myka, and I’ve already checked. The aura that came through here is very, very malevolent. It’s full of nothing but hatred and anger.” At this Myka felt the last bit of warmth that she had gotten from the cookies disappear. Claudia was in the hands of a person without a bit of human sympathy or kindness.
A sudden bang coming from the front door signified that Artie had arrived. He looked even more frantic than usual, his eyes wide and wild behind croaked glasses. “All right.” He said, handing out separate files for Pete and Myka. “This is our kidnapper. His name is Michael Yardly, 6’2, about 220 pounds, a criminal past as long as my arm...” Artie’s voice faded away as Myka stared down at Michael’s picture. Every other thought in her head faded away.
Michael. His brother had killed Tracy. Tracy... Claudia. Claudia was taken because of her, because of her family... Everything seemed to be moving slowly. Myka took a deep breath, but maybe it was too loud because Artie broke off from his talking to look at her. She tried to take another breath but it felt like her lungs weren’t working. She could feel them moving but she didn’t feel the air coming into her body. Her face, her entire body, suddenly felt flushed. She tried to stand up, but her legs immediately collapsed out from under her. She heard Pete’s voice calling her name as she hit the floor and everything went black.
*
“Well, she’s back, and she’s panicked.” Claudia turned her head in the direction that Michael’s voice was coming from. “Everyone’s all worried about you, isn’t that sweet?” Michael ripped the blindfold and gag from Claudia’s head, staring sardonically down at her. He knelt down so they were eye to eye. Claudia sucked in a breath - and then lobbed a huge wad of spit at him. He flew back, clutching his eye and cursing.
“Go to hell you little b-” But then he took a deep breath and smiled sweetly. This unnerved Claudia even more. “Go ahead. Play your game. But I’ll just make you suffer even worse when Bering gets here.”
“You actually want Myka to come find me? Do you have a death wish?” Claudia asked skeptically.
“No. But I think I can handle her.” Michael said smugly. “After all, if she wants you to have all your internal organs -” he said with absolute seriousness, making Claudia try, and fail, to repress a shudder, “then she’ll be a good girl.”
Claudia snorted, trying to keep a brave face. “You’ll find out real quick that we’re not good girls.”
Michael took a deep breath to calm himself. “I can’t wait until Bering gets here and I can smack that look off of your face.”
Claudia gathered up the last of her courage for one final retort. “Same here, bud.”
“Listen you little brat!” Suddenly his hand was up against her throat, and Claudia couldn’t breathe. His face was inches from hers, and she could feel his hot, disgusting breath on her face. His voice was feral and hard. “You are going to shut your mouth and not speak another word until Bering gets here. And then? You talk all you want, because I can play with you as much as I want.” Claudia didn’t have the will to respond anymore. She tried to make his hand let go of her throat - she was light headed and close to fainting. But no matter what she did, she couldn’t fight against him. She was bound carefully and was helpless against him, the worst feeling in the world. She was beyond terrified. Too much had happened in too little time, and she couldn’t fight it anymore. She quickly nodded a ‘yes’ to Michael and gasped as he released her throat.
“Good girl.” He said, the smug look back again. He wrapped the gag and blindfold around Claudia’s head again, not noticing the tear that slipped away from her eye and was absorbed by the blindfold.
*
No no no no no...Claudia...Tracy...Michael...all my fault...
Myka’s dreams were black and disoriented. Images of Claudia and Tracy melded together, both murdered by Michael with a satanical smile of his face. She twisted and turned and tried to make the dreams let go of her, but they clung on. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she opened her eyes. She found herself lying on the B&B couch. “What?” She said, confused.
“Myka, you’re awake!” Kelly rushed forward and leaned down, checking her pulse and feeling her forehead. “Well, your pulse is almost back to normal. And that’s a good thing, a half hour ago it was so out of control I thought we might have to take you out to the hospital.”
“I don’t...” Everything seemed out of place to a disoriented Myka. She just wanted to curl up in a ball and let the world fall back into order. She glanced around to find Artie and Pete gone, and Leena sitting in a chair beside the coach. Kelly was standing next to an end table, rifling through what looked like a medical bag. But Myka was distracted by her observations when she heard Leena’s voice.
“Myka...” Leena said softly, taking her hand. “Do you remember why you passed out?”
“Claudia.” Myka said softly, and then abruptly tried to stand up. What was she doing here moping when Claudia was in danger? She needed to help! Unfortunately, her legs didn’t feel the same way, giving out almost immediately.
“Gotcha!” Kelly said, laying her back down on the couch. “Don’t worry Myka, you’ll be fine. You just suffered a huge shock.”
“Why are you here?” Myka said, only realizing how offensive the words sounded after they were out of her mouth. “Sorry...”
“Don’t worry...” Kelly said, shaking her head. “Pete called me here to help you...The town doctor is still away...” She looked down, a sad look gracing her features. “I heard that Claudia was taken... I am so sorry.” She said, looking at Myka with immense worry in her eyes. “I -” She was interrupted by Myka’s cell phone.
“I’m sorry, I’ve got to take this. It could be Artie or Pete.” But even as Myka said it, it stuck her as strange. Why wouldn’t Pete or Artie call on the Farnsworth? Maybe because Kelly was there? Shrugging, she sat up on the couch and looked to Kelly, who nodded as she and Leena moved to the kitchen.
“Hello?” She said curiously.
“Hello Myka, this is Michael Yardly. For Claudia’s sake, I truly hope you remember who I am.”
Author: luna_dove
Summery: Michael Yardly, a dangerous enemy from Myka’s past, shows up bent on revenge. Years ago Myka put his brother in jail for the death of her sister, Tracy. Now he is determined to make Myka pay by targeting the family Myka has built for herself, especially one member that has filled the void of her little sister: Claudia.
Rating: PG-13 for violence and swearing.
Spoilers: Spoilers up to and including "For the Team."
Disclaimer: I don’t own Warehouse 13.
Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
Chapter 4: Shock
“What the hell does this have to do with Myka?” Claudia asked, pulling even more furiously at her bonds. “Stay the hell away from her!”
“Protective. Nice, nice.” Michael said, as though a dog had just done a difficult trick. “That’ll work well. I just hope she reciprocates...”
“Listen dude, I don’t know what your problem is and I don’t care, but if you go after Myka you’ll be dead meat.” Claudia snarled.
“Really? You’re going to kill me?” He looked down at Claudia, trussed up like a turkey.
“If I don’t, then there’ll be four other people waiting to. Including a woman who I’m pretty sure can teleport and kill you just by glaring at you.”
“They won’t get the chance to kill me. Not with such a pretty hostage.” He said, stroking her hair. Claudia moved her head away from him so fast she nearly got whiplash.
“Stay. Away. From. Me.” She said through her clenched teeth.
“Fine.” He said, shrugging. He picked up her gag again.
“N - mph mff mph!” Claudia said, trying her hardest to scream swear words through the gag. She thrashed her head but a minute later, the blindfold was tightly around her head again.
“I’m going to go see if Bering is back from her trip yet. You sit tight and wait for me.” He chuckled, patting her on the head, causing another stream of muffled swear words to explode.
Sitting in the darkness, cold, alone and, even though she didn’t want to admit it, scared, Claudia hoped that whatever Myka was doing and wherever she was, she was safe.
*
“How could this happen?” Myka said, trying her hardest to remain in control. She was pacing the floor of the B&B while Pete was sitting on the couch, his hands folded against his head.
“I don’t know.” He said.
“I mean - Is this someone from Claudia’s past? Did she- did she steal from someone or - I -I don’t know! I mean, nothing huge showed up when we ran her through the Warehouse computer’s when she kidnapped Artie!” Myka said.
She and Pete were waiting for Artie to get back from the warehouse. They had wanted to go join him, but Artie had insisted they stay with at the B&B, because he was almost finished up. He had just matched the image of the man who had taken Claudia to a name and face, and was gathering the information now. Truthfully, Myka thought he wanted them to stay at the B&B because he needed a moment to himself to calm down. He was beyond panicked at Claudia’s abduction. Myka knew that Claudia and Artie had a close bond, and if anything happened to her Artie would be devastated.
“Here. Maybe this will help.” Leena said, placing a pile of cookies down on the coffee table. Mechanically, Pete took one and eat it. He looked a bit better after biting into it, so Myka reluctantly took a cookie, too. It was warm and soft and delicious, and it reminded Myka that she hadn’t eaten in hours. She took two more for herself. The cookies didn’t make everything better, but they helped calm her slightly. But the calm went away when she saw Leena twisting her hands anxiously, looking around the B&B. Suddenly, an idea came to her.
“Leena?” She asked, making the woman jump. “Sorry. I was just wondering if... Do auras leave a presence? You know, do they stay even after a person has left?”
“Some traces of the aura do.” Leena said. “It’s a good idea Myka, and I’ve already checked. The aura that came through here is very, very malevolent. It’s full of nothing but hatred and anger.” At this Myka felt the last bit of warmth that she had gotten from the cookies disappear. Claudia was in the hands of a person without a bit of human sympathy or kindness.
A sudden bang coming from the front door signified that Artie had arrived. He looked even more frantic than usual, his eyes wide and wild behind croaked glasses. “All right.” He said, handing out separate files for Pete and Myka. “This is our kidnapper. His name is Michael Yardly, 6’2, about 220 pounds, a criminal past as long as my arm...” Artie’s voice faded away as Myka stared down at Michael’s picture. Every other thought in her head faded away.
Michael. His brother had killed Tracy. Tracy... Claudia. Claudia was taken because of her, because of her family... Everything seemed to be moving slowly. Myka took a deep breath, but maybe it was too loud because Artie broke off from his talking to look at her. She tried to take another breath but it felt like her lungs weren’t working. She could feel them moving but she didn’t feel the air coming into her body. Her face, her entire body, suddenly felt flushed. She tried to stand up, but her legs immediately collapsed out from under her. She heard Pete’s voice calling her name as she hit the floor and everything went black.
*
“Well, she’s back, and she’s panicked.” Claudia turned her head in the direction that Michael’s voice was coming from. “Everyone’s all worried about you, isn’t that sweet?” Michael ripped the blindfold and gag from Claudia’s head, staring sardonically down at her. He knelt down so they were eye to eye. Claudia sucked in a breath - and then lobbed a huge wad of spit at him. He flew back, clutching his eye and cursing.
“Go to hell you little b-” But then he took a deep breath and smiled sweetly. This unnerved Claudia even more. “Go ahead. Play your game. But I’ll just make you suffer even worse when Bering gets here.”
“You actually want Myka to come find me? Do you have a death wish?” Claudia asked skeptically.
“No. But I think I can handle her.” Michael said smugly. “After all, if she wants you to have all your internal organs -” he said with absolute seriousness, making Claudia try, and fail, to repress a shudder, “then she’ll be a good girl.”
Claudia snorted, trying to keep a brave face. “You’ll find out real quick that we’re not good girls.”
Michael took a deep breath to calm himself. “I can’t wait until Bering gets here and I can smack that look off of your face.”
Claudia gathered up the last of her courage for one final retort. “Same here, bud.”
“Listen you little brat!” Suddenly his hand was up against her throat, and Claudia couldn’t breathe. His face was inches from hers, and she could feel his hot, disgusting breath on her face. His voice was feral and hard. “You are going to shut your mouth and not speak another word until Bering gets here. And then? You talk all you want, because I can play with you as much as I want.” Claudia didn’t have the will to respond anymore. She tried to make his hand let go of her throat - she was light headed and close to fainting. But no matter what she did, she couldn’t fight against him. She was bound carefully and was helpless against him, the worst feeling in the world. She was beyond terrified. Too much had happened in too little time, and she couldn’t fight it anymore. She quickly nodded a ‘yes’ to Michael and gasped as he released her throat.
“Good girl.” He said, the smug look back again. He wrapped the gag and blindfold around Claudia’s head again, not noticing the tear that slipped away from her eye and was absorbed by the blindfold.
*
No no no no no...Claudia...Tracy...Michael...all my fault...
Myka’s dreams were black and disoriented. Images of Claudia and Tracy melded together, both murdered by Michael with a satanical smile of his face. She twisted and turned and tried to make the dreams let go of her, but they clung on. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she opened her eyes. She found herself lying on the B&B couch. “What?” She said, confused.
“Myka, you’re awake!” Kelly rushed forward and leaned down, checking her pulse and feeling her forehead. “Well, your pulse is almost back to normal. And that’s a good thing, a half hour ago it was so out of control I thought we might have to take you out to the hospital.”
“I don’t...” Everything seemed out of place to a disoriented Myka. She just wanted to curl up in a ball and let the world fall back into order. She glanced around to find Artie and Pete gone, and Leena sitting in a chair beside the coach. Kelly was standing next to an end table, rifling through what looked like a medical bag. But Myka was distracted by her observations when she heard Leena’s voice.
“Myka...” Leena said softly, taking her hand. “Do you remember why you passed out?”
“Claudia.” Myka said softly, and then abruptly tried to stand up. What was she doing here moping when Claudia was in danger? She needed to help! Unfortunately, her legs didn’t feel the same way, giving out almost immediately.
“Gotcha!” Kelly said, laying her back down on the couch. “Don’t worry Myka, you’ll be fine. You just suffered a huge shock.”
“Why are you here?” Myka said, only realizing how offensive the words sounded after they were out of her mouth. “Sorry...”
“Don’t worry...” Kelly said, shaking her head. “Pete called me here to help you...The town doctor is still away...” She looked down, a sad look gracing her features. “I heard that Claudia was taken... I am so sorry.” She said, looking at Myka with immense worry in her eyes. “I -” She was interrupted by Myka’s cell phone.
“I’m sorry, I’ve got to take this. It could be Artie or Pete.” But even as Myka said it, it stuck her as strange. Why wouldn’t Pete or Artie call on the Farnsworth? Maybe because Kelly was there? Shrugging, she sat up on the couch and looked to Kelly, who nodded as she and Leena moved to the kitchen.
“Hello?” She said curiously.
“Hello Myka, this is Michael Yardly. For Claudia’s sake, I truly hope you remember who I am.”