The Past's Revenge: Chapter 6
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
Chapter 6: Truth
“Put the gun down. Now.” Michael said, digging his gun’s barrel into Myka’s head. Myka sighed in frustration at herself for not being more aware, but didn’t let go of her gun. After a few seconds, she felt the gun barrel slowly being moved away from her head. The next second, there was a cry of pain and fear from Claudia as she was ripped away from Myka and pulled into Michael’s tight grip.
Myka moved instantaneously. The second she had felt Claudia moving away from her, she twisted around, holding her gun aloft so that it was pointing straight at Michael’s head. Unfortunately, his gun was pointing straight at the head of Claudia. Myka glanced at the red head in Michael’s arms. She looked like she was on the verge of a panic attack as Michael smirked and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pushing her head up so that he could slid his gun underneath her chin, the barrel pointed straight up.
“I’ll tell you again. Drop your gun.” He said, softly. Myka looked from the panicked Claudia to the calm Michael and lowered her gun. There was no doubt in her mind that Michael was insane and would shoot Claudia. There had to be another way to subdue Michael. If she didn’t leave the basement with Claudia, she wasn’t sure she wanted to leave at all.
*
“I’ll put my gun down if you give me Claudia.” Michael smirked as Bering slowly lowered her gun. How could she be so stupid, giving up her only protection against him? Didn’t she know that putting a bullet through the stupid little girl’s head would be so unsatisfying? After all the trouble he had gone to obtain her, he wasn’t going to toss aside his new toy so soon.
“Give me your cell phone too and we have a deal.” He said. Bering put her gun on the floor and rose back up, hands raised. A second later she put one hand in her pocket and took out her cell phone, putting that on the floor too. In return, Michael shoved Claudia forward, still keeping a hard grip on her right arm. Finally, as Bering slid the gun and cell towards him with her foot, he let go of Claudia, tossing her to Bering to make sure she couldn’t do a last second dive for her gun.
He grabbed the only weapon Bering possessed, feeling power flood through him. After all these years, the image that had driven him, that he had thought over time and time again, was coming true. Bering was standing before him, helpless, without a weapon and with no one knowing where she was. And the best part was that he knew exactly what would cause her pain.
“It’s okay.” His attention was distracted when he heard Bering’s voice, trying to sooth Donovan. Honestly, he didn’t know what made her so fond of the stupid bitch. The girl was leaning into Bering, murmuring both fast and softly. Bering simply nodded. “I know. Don’t worry.” Her voice hardened to steel. “I promise that we’ll leave this basement together.” He noticed that she didn’t say in what way.
*
“Myka he’s going to kill us. He wants revenge on you for locking up his brother.” Claudia said in Myka’s ear, aware that Michael was staring at them intently. Her pulse raced when she realized that it was just them, alone in the basement, with Michael in full control. As much as Claudia would have liked to believe that Pete and Artie were coming, she knew Myka wouldn’t give away their location in fear of what Michael would do to Claudia.
“I know. It’s okay.” Myka said, and Claudia felt slightly comforted as Myka’s hand gave a slight stroke of her hair. It felt like when she was younger, with Joshua playing with her hair while they took turns reading bedtime stories to each other. But she was distracted by Myka’s next words. “I promise that we’ll leave this basement together.”
As much as Claudia knew that Myka wanted her to feel better at those words, they simply made the situation worse. How were they both supposed to get out of the basement in anything less than bodybags? And if Myka did have a chance to escape, would she blow it by staying with Claudia? Claudia hoped that Myka knew her well enough to know that she would want Myka to make a dash for freedom if she could.
Michael’s chuckling brought her out of her depressing thoughts. He seemed to have found Myka’s last statement amusing.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Agent Baring.” He said, putting as much sarcasm into the last two words as possible.
“Did you get all of your lines out of cheesy action movies?” Claudia mumbled. From past experiences, she knew that this would provoke Michael beyond all control, especially with Myka there, but she couldn’t help it. This asshole wasn’t satisfied with kidnapping and abusing her, he had also lured Myka to her death, all because he had blame issues.
But Michael simply ignored her and walked up the wooden stairs upstairs. They heard him lock the door and walk away. As Michael’s footsteps thundered upstairs, Claudia turned to Myka.
“I’m so sorry. He was right there in the shadows.” She said miserably. “I was trying to warn you, but when you finally got the gag out of my mouth I didn’t have enough time. Maybe if I hadn’t blurted out everything that came to mind-”
“You were in shock.” Myka said gently, giving her a slight squeeze that would have to do for a hug in the present circumstances. She let go of Claudia and began to walk around the room, looking for any weak points in the walls or floor. She disappeared into the shadowy corners of the basement.
Rather than stand in the center of the basement and wait for Michael to come back, Claudia went over to one of the corners of the basement - the corner that Michael had hid in while waiting for Myka. There was nothing in the dark mess of shadows except cobwebs, a metal pole and a filing cabinet. Well, that was interesting. Claudia walked over the cabinet. It was simple, painted black to fit in and stay hidden, and with three shelves. Claudia tried all three and found them locked.
“Myka!” She called out softly, trying to be careful to make sure that Michael couldn’t hear them. The ceiling was too thin for her liking. “Come over here!” In seconds, Myka was by her side, examining the cabinet. “It’s locked.” Claudia informed her, which didn’t deter Myka, who simply yanked a bobby pin out of her hair that Claudia hadn’t noticed before.
“Useful for picking handcuffs.” Myka said to Claudia’s curious glance. “Didn’t know what the hell Michael had up his sleeve.” She knelt down and began to pick away at the lowest drawer while Claudia anxiously played look out.
“Shit.” Claudia looked down at Myka’s horrified expression. She peered over Myka’s shoulder and gasped.
The bottom drawer was full of manila folders, meticulously organized. There were no labels on them, but dates. Myka had picked up a folder at random and had opened it to find pictures of her, of Claudia, of the two of them together, of them alone. There were other pictures too, a few of Leena, some of Pete, and - this made Claudia’s breath stop in her throat - Artie. There were even one or two of Kelly. But what was most alarming were the pictures of Myka and Claudia standing outside the Warehouse. Michael knew where it was. Hopefully, he didn’t know its exact purpose yet, but if he had been following Myka and Claudia for a while, then he would have some clue of what was going on.
Myka passed the file to Claudia and grabbed another one. The contents were the same, except this time they weren’t in the B&B, or standing outside the Warehouse. They were in the graveyard, standing next to Tracy’s grave.
Claudia grabbed the bobby pin where it was lying abandoned on the ground, and used it to break open the other two drawers. The second one was just like the first, full of dates and pictures. The topmost drawer, however, was full of personal information. Each person had a folder of their own that held certain facts: birthdates, driver’s licenses, college degrees...
‘How long was he following us for?’ The thought made Claudia want to sit down. Instead, she crouched next to Myka as she looked through picture upon picture. Finally Claudia thought enough was enough. It was one thing to gather information on your situation, it was another to just keep flipping through the pictures again and again, like Myka was.
“Myka.” Claudia said. Myka didn’t seem to hear her, she just kept flipping through the pictures. “Myka!” Claudia said a little louder, shaking her shoulder. She pushed the cover of the folder down, which seemed to break the spell the pictures had put on Myka. This time, Myka blinked rapidly and looked up at Claudia.
“How come I didn’t see this?” She asked in a dazed tone. “All this time he was following us... Making these plans... And I didn’t see him once! What kind of agent am I?”
“A pretty horrible one,” said Michael. Once again Myka and Claudia turned to see him standing behind them. This time holding a large metal baseball bat.
Myka felt numb. She sat there, holding the pictures that Michael had taken stalking her, while he currently was staring at her and Claudia with a look that a cat would give a just captured mouse.
Behind her, Myka was aware of every breath, every movement of Claudia’s. She shifted slightly so that the girl was hidden behind her. But Michael didn’t miss anything.
“I was wondering if you’d find those.” He said, gesturing to the pictures in Myka’s hands with the baseball bat. He stalked slowly towards them. Behind her, Myka could hear Claudia gulp, and she tensed, ready to spring at the first sign of violence.
“Did you ever hear about what happened to my brother after you locked us up, Myka?” He asked, still walking slowly towards them, tapping the baseball bat against the palm of one of his hands.
“No.” Myka answered, afraid to say anything more.
“Interesting. Guess you didn’t care.” Michael said. And suddenly he swung the bat through the air. Myka stood up, trying to shield Claudia behind her, but played right into Michael’s hands as the bat made contact with her head and sent her sailing into the inky blackness.
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
Chapter 6: Truth
“Put the gun down. Now.” Michael said, digging his gun’s barrel into Myka’s head. Myka sighed in frustration at herself for not being more aware, but didn’t let go of her gun. After a few seconds, she felt the gun barrel slowly being moved away from her head. The next second, there was a cry of pain and fear from Claudia as she was ripped away from Myka and pulled into Michael’s tight grip.
Myka moved instantaneously. The second she had felt Claudia moving away from her, she twisted around, holding her gun aloft so that it was pointing straight at Michael’s head. Unfortunately, his gun was pointing straight at the head of Claudia. Myka glanced at the red head in Michael’s arms. She looked like she was on the verge of a panic attack as Michael smirked and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pushing her head up so that he could slid his gun underneath her chin, the barrel pointed straight up.
“I’ll tell you again. Drop your gun.” He said, softly. Myka looked from the panicked Claudia to the calm Michael and lowered her gun. There was no doubt in her mind that Michael was insane and would shoot Claudia. There had to be another way to subdue Michael. If she didn’t leave the basement with Claudia, she wasn’t sure she wanted to leave at all.
*
“I’ll put my gun down if you give me Claudia.” Michael smirked as Bering slowly lowered her gun. How could she be so stupid, giving up her only protection against him? Didn’t she know that putting a bullet through the stupid little girl’s head would be so unsatisfying? After all the trouble he had gone to obtain her, he wasn’t going to toss aside his new toy so soon.
“Give me your cell phone too and we have a deal.” He said. Bering put her gun on the floor and rose back up, hands raised. A second later she put one hand in her pocket and took out her cell phone, putting that on the floor too. In return, Michael shoved Claudia forward, still keeping a hard grip on her right arm. Finally, as Bering slid the gun and cell towards him with her foot, he let go of Claudia, tossing her to Bering to make sure she couldn’t do a last second dive for her gun.
He grabbed the only weapon Bering possessed, feeling power flood through him. After all these years, the image that had driven him, that he had thought over time and time again, was coming true. Bering was standing before him, helpless, without a weapon and with no one knowing where she was. And the best part was that he knew exactly what would cause her pain.
“It’s okay.” His attention was distracted when he heard Bering’s voice, trying to sooth Donovan. Honestly, he didn’t know what made her so fond of the stupid bitch. The girl was leaning into Bering, murmuring both fast and softly. Bering simply nodded. “I know. Don’t worry.” Her voice hardened to steel. “I promise that we’ll leave this basement together.” He noticed that she didn’t say in what way.
*
“Myka he’s going to kill us. He wants revenge on you for locking up his brother.” Claudia said in Myka’s ear, aware that Michael was staring at them intently. Her pulse raced when she realized that it was just them, alone in the basement, with Michael in full control. As much as Claudia would have liked to believe that Pete and Artie were coming, she knew Myka wouldn’t give away their location in fear of what Michael would do to Claudia.
“I know. It’s okay.” Myka said, and Claudia felt slightly comforted as Myka’s hand gave a slight stroke of her hair. It felt like when she was younger, with Joshua playing with her hair while they took turns reading bedtime stories to each other. But she was distracted by Myka’s next words. “I promise that we’ll leave this basement together.”
As much as Claudia knew that Myka wanted her to feel better at those words, they simply made the situation worse. How were they both supposed to get out of the basement in anything less than bodybags? And if Myka did have a chance to escape, would she blow it by staying with Claudia? Claudia hoped that Myka knew her well enough to know that she would want Myka to make a dash for freedom if she could.
Michael’s chuckling brought her out of her depressing thoughts. He seemed to have found Myka’s last statement amusing.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Agent Baring.” He said, putting as much sarcasm into the last two words as possible.
“Did you get all of your lines out of cheesy action movies?” Claudia mumbled. From past experiences, she knew that this would provoke Michael beyond all control, especially with Myka there, but she couldn’t help it. This asshole wasn’t satisfied with kidnapping and abusing her, he had also lured Myka to her death, all because he had blame issues.
But Michael simply ignored her and walked up the wooden stairs upstairs. They heard him lock the door and walk away. As Michael’s footsteps thundered upstairs, Claudia turned to Myka.
“I’m so sorry. He was right there in the shadows.” She said miserably. “I was trying to warn you, but when you finally got the gag out of my mouth I didn’t have enough time. Maybe if I hadn’t blurted out everything that came to mind-”
“You were in shock.” Myka said gently, giving her a slight squeeze that would have to do for a hug in the present circumstances. She let go of Claudia and began to walk around the room, looking for any weak points in the walls or floor. She disappeared into the shadowy corners of the basement.
Rather than stand in the center of the basement and wait for Michael to come back, Claudia went over to one of the corners of the basement - the corner that Michael had hid in while waiting for Myka. There was nothing in the dark mess of shadows except cobwebs, a metal pole and a filing cabinet. Well, that was interesting. Claudia walked over the cabinet. It was simple, painted black to fit in and stay hidden, and with three shelves. Claudia tried all three and found them locked.
“Myka!” She called out softly, trying to be careful to make sure that Michael couldn’t hear them. The ceiling was too thin for her liking. “Come over here!” In seconds, Myka was by her side, examining the cabinet. “It’s locked.” Claudia informed her, which didn’t deter Myka, who simply yanked a bobby pin out of her hair that Claudia hadn’t noticed before.
“Useful for picking handcuffs.” Myka said to Claudia’s curious glance. “Didn’t know what the hell Michael had up his sleeve.” She knelt down and began to pick away at the lowest drawer while Claudia anxiously played look out.
“Shit.” Claudia looked down at Myka’s horrified expression. She peered over Myka’s shoulder and gasped.
The bottom drawer was full of manila folders, meticulously organized. There were no labels on them, but dates. Myka had picked up a folder at random and had opened it to find pictures of her, of Claudia, of the two of them together, of them alone. There were other pictures too, a few of Leena, some of Pete, and - this made Claudia’s breath stop in her throat - Artie. There were even one or two of Kelly. But what was most alarming were the pictures of Myka and Claudia standing outside the Warehouse. Michael knew where it was. Hopefully, he didn’t know its exact purpose yet, but if he had been following Myka and Claudia for a while, then he would have some clue of what was going on.
Myka passed the file to Claudia and grabbed another one. The contents were the same, except this time they weren’t in the B&B, or standing outside the Warehouse. They were in the graveyard, standing next to Tracy’s grave.
Claudia grabbed the bobby pin where it was lying abandoned on the ground, and used it to break open the other two drawers. The second one was just like the first, full of dates and pictures. The topmost drawer, however, was full of personal information. Each person had a folder of their own that held certain facts: birthdates, driver’s licenses, college degrees...
‘How long was he following us for?’ The thought made Claudia want to sit down. Instead, she crouched next to Myka as she looked through picture upon picture. Finally Claudia thought enough was enough. It was one thing to gather information on your situation, it was another to just keep flipping through the pictures again and again, like Myka was.
“Myka.” Claudia said. Myka didn’t seem to hear her, she just kept flipping through the pictures. “Myka!” Claudia said a little louder, shaking her shoulder. She pushed the cover of the folder down, which seemed to break the spell the pictures had put on Myka. This time, Myka blinked rapidly and looked up at Claudia.
“How come I didn’t see this?” She asked in a dazed tone. “All this time he was following us... Making these plans... And I didn’t see him once! What kind of agent am I?”
“A pretty horrible one,” said Michael. Once again Myka and Claudia turned to see him standing behind them. This time holding a large metal baseball bat.
Myka felt numb. She sat there, holding the pictures that Michael had taken stalking her, while he currently was staring at her and Claudia with a look that a cat would give a just captured mouse.
Behind her, Myka was aware of every breath, every movement of Claudia’s. She shifted slightly so that the girl was hidden behind her. But Michael didn’t miss anything.
“I was wondering if you’d find those.” He said, gesturing to the pictures in Myka’s hands with the baseball bat. He stalked slowly towards them. Behind her, Myka could hear Claudia gulp, and she tensed, ready to spring at the first sign of violence.
“Did you ever hear about what happened to my brother after you locked us up, Myka?” He asked, still walking slowly towards them, tapping the baseball bat against the palm of one of his hands.
“No.” Myka answered, afraid to say anything more.
“Interesting. Guess you didn’t care.” Michael said. And suddenly he swung the bat through the air. Myka stood up, trying to shield Claudia behind her, but played right into Michael’s hands as the bat made contact with her head and sent her sailing into the inky blackness.