The Past's Revenge: Chapter 5
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
Chapter 5: Bait and Switch
“Where is Claudia?” Myka asked, her teeth clenched. She moved away, exiting the B&B so Leena and Kelly couldn’t hear her. “What have you done with her?”
“Relax, she’s fine. Besides some rope-burn and maybe a few bruises on her throat...” Myka felt her breath catch in her throat.
“Let me talk to her.”
“I don’t think so.”
“How am I supposed to know she’s really with you? That you didn’t just...leave her in a ditch somewhere.” Myka said, trying to control the tremble in her voice.
“Hmm...” She held her breath as the voice over the phone considered her demand. “Fine.”
There was the sound of footsteps and a door opening, then Michael’s voice over the speaker, talking to Claudia, “Myka wants to hear your voice. So that’s what we’re going to give her.” Then, suddenly, there was the sound of flesh hitting flesh and a scream from that was unmistakably Claudia’s. Adrenaline and fury and fear all shot through Myka, making her stagger and almost fall to the ground again.
“There, you heard her voice.”
“You bastard!” Myka screamed, getting ready to launch into numerous death threats when a familiar voice came through the phone speaker.
“Myka stay away! He’s going to -” Claudia was suddenly cut off with another loud smack.
“Claudia? Claud!” Myka yelled.
“Women should be seen and not heard.” Michael’s voice said gleefully.
“Where is she? You tell me where she is right now!” Myka demanded, her breath in her throat. She tried to analyze how Claudia had sounded during her warning. Had there been pain in her voice? Fear? Myka couldn’t remember. The world around her seemed to blur as numerous emotions crashed into her.
“Why don’t you come meet us?” Michael asked, sounding smug and happy. Myka wanted to rip him apart. “Although if you bring any friends, I may be forced to harm poor Claudia here again.”
“Where?”
As Michael was giving her instructions, Myka was walking out to her car, desperately trying to think of anyway to tell Pete or Artie where she was going. But no matter what plan she came up with, she knew she couldn’t. She wasn’t willing to bet Claudia’s life on the fact that Michael might be lying.
*
“Well, she’s coming.” Michael said, flipping his cell phone shut and looking down at the horror struck Claudia. She was gagged again, but not blindfolded. He rather enjoyed seeing the fear in her eyes. Almost as much as he enjoyed the magnificent purple bruise that was blooming across her cheek. Beautiful. Michael smirked. And that was him holding back.
“Do you know who I am, Claudia?” He asked, staring down at the red head. She shook her head, staring at him with a mixture of fury and fear. Sighing happily, he knelt down next to her, stroking her hair. She tried to scoot back against the wall and away from him, but already her back was pressed against the wall.
“I know Myka has told you the tale of Tracy Bering. How the poor little thing...” He said, working sarcasm into his tone, “was a hostage in a robbery attempt. How the innocent little girl ran away and was shot.” At this, Michael’s voice began to get louder and harder. “If she had just listened to instructions... if she had just listened to me, then maybe we all wouldn’t be here today.” He took in Claudia’s eyes widening as what he was saying registered. “But she stupidly panicked, and now I’m here with you, and my brother is in jail for the murder of that stupid little bitch. Was in jail, anyway.” He corrected himself, a dark veil working its way over his eyes.
Claudia didn’t say anything, hoping that if she remained quiet that he wouldn’t vent his anger on her. But she couldn’t suppress a squirm in her bonds when she heard Myka’s name mentioned.
“Myka Bering... She always blamed my brother for her sister’s murder. It was all his fault in her mind. She didn’t see the fact that if her sister had used what little brain she possessed, she would still be alive. She didn’t think about the fact that my brother was just 18, and all we wanted was money for something to eat. No, she only saw what she wanted to see.
“So I’m wondering...” He said, gripping the back of Claudia’s neck and pulling it so that Claudia’s eyes met his, “if she’ll finally come around to my way of thinking, of how it feels to have a sibling taken away from you, when she watches you die.”
*
As she was driving to meet Michael, Myka couldn’t help but recall Claudia’s words about Tracy residing in an afterlife. ‘If you can hear me, Tracy, please help me. I can’t lose you and Claudia.’ She thought.
She pulled up the house that Michael had mentioned, getting out her gun. The house looked abandoned, in the middle of nowhere, with no witnesses at all... Pushing aside her fear, Myka tested the front door. It was unlocked and swung open easily. This wasn’t good. It meant Michael was ready for her, prepared for her.
She checked all the rooms of the house, which didn’t take very long: there was only a bathroom, with a cracked mirror and dirt stains in the sink; a bedroom with rumpled sheets and messy clothes strewn around and kitchen with an overflowing sink and trash can; every room was completely filthy. Guess you didn’t pay much attention to cleanliness when you were a psychopathic kidnapping criminal.
Finally, there was only one door left in the house. It was tucked away in a corner of the kitchen. Gently, Myka opened it and saw that it lead to the basement. Hesitantly, she went down the flight of old wooden stairs that led to a damp, dirt covered basement that was completely empty of anything except for a small red head that was shivering in the darkest corner of the room.
Claudia.
She rushed down the rest of the stairs to where Claudia was leaning against the wall, trying to look around for where the source of the noise had come from. Her neck was dotted with purple bruises that looked like they had come from fingers and her entire right cheek was a deep, dark purple. Trying to ignore her twisting stomach, Myka gently untied the blindfold to look into Claudia’s terrified eyes.
“Claud? Claudia are you okay?” She asked while untying the gag.
“Myka, he’s - His brother, his brother killed Tracy.” Claudia said, still in a state of panic, despite Myka’s presence. “He’s insane. He wants to kill me.” Her sentences were short and choppy, letting Myka know that the panic had fully caught up with her.
“I know. It’s okay.” Myka said, stroking her hair and struggling to maintain a soothing tone through her anger and fear. “It’s going to be okay.” It was the only thing she could say as she struggled with the bonds on Claudia’s wrists, legs and arms and ankles before they finally loosened. Her wrists bore the distinctive red marks of rope-burn and Myka felt anger roar through her, ready to be unleashed. But first she had to get Claudia to safety.
“C’mon, Claud. Let’s get out of here.” Myka took off her jacket and wrapped it around the freezing girl. She helped Claudia, who was shaking from the cold and fear, stand. She could barely walk, her body was trembling so badly. It was one thing to be in the field and keep calm under death, knowing that you were dying for the good of someone else; it was whole other game when you were told of your death hours before hand, and told you were dying for revenge and hatred.
The red head nodded, looking everywhere for Michael but not seeing him. Myka looked around too, but couldn’t see anybody. She wondered what was going on. If they hadn’t had the Durational Spectrometer, they might not have figured out it was Michael. There were no prints at the crime scene, and he had taken great trouble to cover his tracks. So why was he leaving doors open and was nowhere to be seen? Myka shook her head. She didn’t have time to think about that right now. She’d chalk it up to overconfidence and think about it when Claudia was safe.
“It’s okay.” She said, leading Claudia to the staircase, struggling to keep her grip on the weak red head and her gun at the same time. “It’s going to be okay.”
She heard a click and felt the cool barrel of a gun at the back of her head. “I really don’t think so,” came the unmistakable voice of Michael Yardly.
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
Chapter 5: Bait and Switch
“Where is Claudia?” Myka asked, her teeth clenched. She moved away, exiting the B&B so Leena and Kelly couldn’t hear her. “What have you done with her?”
“Relax, she’s fine. Besides some rope-burn and maybe a few bruises on her throat...” Myka felt her breath catch in her throat.
“Let me talk to her.”
“I don’t think so.”
“How am I supposed to know she’s really with you? That you didn’t just...leave her in a ditch somewhere.” Myka said, trying to control the tremble in her voice.
“Hmm...” She held her breath as the voice over the phone considered her demand. “Fine.”
There was the sound of footsteps and a door opening, then Michael’s voice over the speaker, talking to Claudia, “Myka wants to hear your voice. So that’s what we’re going to give her.” Then, suddenly, there was the sound of flesh hitting flesh and a scream from that was unmistakably Claudia’s. Adrenaline and fury and fear all shot through Myka, making her stagger and almost fall to the ground again.
“There, you heard her voice.”
“You bastard!” Myka screamed, getting ready to launch into numerous death threats when a familiar voice came through the phone speaker.
“Myka stay away! He’s going to -” Claudia was suddenly cut off with another loud smack.
“Claudia? Claud!” Myka yelled.
“Women should be seen and not heard.” Michael’s voice said gleefully.
“Where is she? You tell me where she is right now!” Myka demanded, her breath in her throat. She tried to analyze how Claudia had sounded during her warning. Had there been pain in her voice? Fear? Myka couldn’t remember. The world around her seemed to blur as numerous emotions crashed into her.
“Why don’t you come meet us?” Michael asked, sounding smug and happy. Myka wanted to rip him apart. “Although if you bring any friends, I may be forced to harm poor Claudia here again.”
“Where?”
As Michael was giving her instructions, Myka was walking out to her car, desperately trying to think of anyway to tell Pete or Artie where she was going. But no matter what plan she came up with, she knew she couldn’t. She wasn’t willing to bet Claudia’s life on the fact that Michael might be lying.
*
“Well, she’s coming.” Michael said, flipping his cell phone shut and looking down at the horror struck Claudia. She was gagged again, but not blindfolded. He rather enjoyed seeing the fear in her eyes. Almost as much as he enjoyed the magnificent purple bruise that was blooming across her cheek. Beautiful. Michael smirked. And that was him holding back.
“Do you know who I am, Claudia?” He asked, staring down at the red head. She shook her head, staring at him with a mixture of fury and fear. Sighing happily, he knelt down next to her, stroking her hair. She tried to scoot back against the wall and away from him, but already her back was pressed against the wall.
“I know Myka has told you the tale of Tracy Bering. How the poor little thing...” He said, working sarcasm into his tone, “was a hostage in a robbery attempt. How the innocent little girl ran away and was shot.” At this, Michael’s voice began to get louder and harder. “If she had just listened to instructions... if she had just listened to me, then maybe we all wouldn’t be here today.” He took in Claudia’s eyes widening as what he was saying registered. “But she stupidly panicked, and now I’m here with you, and my brother is in jail for the murder of that stupid little bitch. Was in jail, anyway.” He corrected himself, a dark veil working its way over his eyes.
Claudia didn’t say anything, hoping that if she remained quiet that he wouldn’t vent his anger on her. But she couldn’t suppress a squirm in her bonds when she heard Myka’s name mentioned.
“Myka Bering... She always blamed my brother for her sister’s murder. It was all his fault in her mind. She didn’t see the fact that if her sister had used what little brain she possessed, she would still be alive. She didn’t think about the fact that my brother was just 18, and all we wanted was money for something to eat. No, she only saw what she wanted to see.
“So I’m wondering...” He said, gripping the back of Claudia’s neck and pulling it so that Claudia’s eyes met his, “if she’ll finally come around to my way of thinking, of how it feels to have a sibling taken away from you, when she watches you die.”
*
As she was driving to meet Michael, Myka couldn’t help but recall Claudia’s words about Tracy residing in an afterlife. ‘If you can hear me, Tracy, please help me. I can’t lose you and Claudia.’ She thought.
She pulled up the house that Michael had mentioned, getting out her gun. The house looked abandoned, in the middle of nowhere, with no witnesses at all... Pushing aside her fear, Myka tested the front door. It was unlocked and swung open easily. This wasn’t good. It meant Michael was ready for her, prepared for her.
She checked all the rooms of the house, which didn’t take very long: there was only a bathroom, with a cracked mirror and dirt stains in the sink; a bedroom with rumpled sheets and messy clothes strewn around and kitchen with an overflowing sink and trash can; every room was completely filthy. Guess you didn’t pay much attention to cleanliness when you were a psychopathic kidnapping criminal.
Finally, there was only one door left in the house. It was tucked away in a corner of the kitchen. Gently, Myka opened it and saw that it lead to the basement. Hesitantly, she went down the flight of old wooden stairs that led to a damp, dirt covered basement that was completely empty of anything except for a small red head that was shivering in the darkest corner of the room.
Claudia.
She rushed down the rest of the stairs to where Claudia was leaning against the wall, trying to look around for where the source of the noise had come from. Her neck was dotted with purple bruises that looked like they had come from fingers and her entire right cheek was a deep, dark purple. Trying to ignore her twisting stomach, Myka gently untied the blindfold to look into Claudia’s terrified eyes.
“Claud? Claudia are you okay?” She asked while untying the gag.
“Myka, he’s - His brother, his brother killed Tracy.” Claudia said, still in a state of panic, despite Myka’s presence. “He’s insane. He wants to kill me.” Her sentences were short and choppy, letting Myka know that the panic had fully caught up with her.
“I know. It’s okay.” Myka said, stroking her hair and struggling to maintain a soothing tone through her anger and fear. “It’s going to be okay.” It was the only thing she could say as she struggled with the bonds on Claudia’s wrists, legs and arms and ankles before they finally loosened. Her wrists bore the distinctive red marks of rope-burn and Myka felt anger roar through her, ready to be unleashed. But first she had to get Claudia to safety.
“C’mon, Claud. Let’s get out of here.” Myka took off her jacket and wrapped it around the freezing girl. She helped Claudia, who was shaking from the cold and fear, stand. She could barely walk, her body was trembling so badly. It was one thing to be in the field and keep calm under death, knowing that you were dying for the good of someone else; it was whole other game when you were told of your death hours before hand, and told you were dying for revenge and hatred.
The red head nodded, looking everywhere for Michael but not seeing him. Myka looked around too, but couldn’t see anybody. She wondered what was going on. If they hadn’t had the Durational Spectrometer, they might not have figured out it was Michael. There were no prints at the crime scene, and he had taken great trouble to cover his tracks. So why was he leaving doors open and was nowhere to be seen? Myka shook her head. She didn’t have time to think about that right now. She’d chalk it up to overconfidence and think about it when Claudia was safe.
“It’s okay.” She said, leading Claudia to the staircase, struggling to keep her grip on the weak red head and her gun at the same time. “It’s going to be okay.”
She heard a click and felt the cool barrel of a gun at the back of her head. “I really don’t think so,” came the unmistakable voice of Michael Yardly.