The Past's Revenge: Chapter 8
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, Chapter 7
Chapter 8: Burn
“What the hell is this?” Michael asked, looking from Myka to Wells.
“I could say the same thing.” Wells said angrily, looking at Myka, who still had silent tears flowing down her face and was robotically tugging at her bounds, to Claudia who was lying silently on the floor in a pool of her own blood.
“Wells!” Myka screeched, trying to find her voice. It sounded so hoarse and scratched. “Get Claudia! Get her out of here!”
“Shut up.” Michael snarled at her, and then turned to Wells, aiming Myka’s gun at Claudia. “If you don’t want her to have a bullet through the chest, then you’ll do as I say.”
“Why do men always think that because they’ve got a gun, they’re in control?” Wells asked disgustedly.
“Shut up and get down here bitch.” Michael said. Myka immediately knew that was the wrong thing to say. Wells’ face froze, and she didn’t move except to put one hand on Dante’s golden locket that was around her neck.
“Did you hear what I said? Shut up and get down here b-” But Micahel’s words were lost as a fireball flew towards him, expelling itself from Wells’ locket. He ducked and threw himself out of the way, leaving Claudia as the only target.
But instead of hitting her, the fireball expanded to from a fiery ring with Claudia at the center, protecting her from harm. Michael roared with fury, but H.G. tossed another fireball at him, forcing him to duck for cover. Meanwhile, she ran across the room to Myka, who was trying to keep her eyes on Claudia, Michael and H.G. all at once.
“Sorry it took me so long.” H.G. said. “But it took me awhile to find you.”
“How?” Myka asked.
“I’ll explain later, once we’re out of this mess.” She touched Myka’s bonds and Myka felt a brief flash of heat, perhaps from a small flame and then the ropes around her fell to the ground.
“Claudia.” She said, running to the girl, who was still laying in the middle of the fiery ring. She tried to find some break in the flames, but they burned steadily.
“Come.” H.G. grabbed her arm and tugged her through the flames. She didn’t feel any pain or discomfort until they were in the middle of the ring and H.G. let go of her arm. Then she was all too aware of the smoke and fire so close to her skin, making it hard to breathe.
“Can you get her?” H.G. asked above the roar of the flames, “I’ve got my hands full with the artifact.” She was expanding the fiery circle so that the flames weren’t so close to them. Myka nodded and knelt down, picking up Claudia, who still didn’t stir.
“How is she?” H.G. asked.
“Bad. But I think if we-”
“We’ll take care of that in a minute, for now let’s just get out of this basement. I’m losing control.” H.G. said, taking her arm and leading her out of the fiery ring, which was beginning to lose its perfect shape; Myka could feel it even with H.G. grabbing her arm. The fire was catching onto other things now, Myka saw it engulf the filing cabinet with a roar, gaining strength from the mounds of paper inside. Suddenly she was pushed away, and saw a large chunk of ceiling come down right where she had been standing moments before. Unfortunately, because she was holding Claudia, Myka’s body couldn’t steady itself before it hit the floor and she landed on her left shoulder, making pain flare through it. As she lay on the floor, she saw pipes beginning to burst from the ceiling, spraying water down on them, but only slightly damping the growing fire. Wires hung from the ceiling, either spraying sparks from their contact with the burst pipes or waiting to nurture the fire.
“The door! Hurry!” H.G. said, coughing. She and Myka stumbled towards the wooden stairs. They made their way up them, the stairs wobbling under their feet the entire time. H.G.’s foot actually went through one, and she had to wrench it out.
H.G. was the first to get to the open doorway; she stepped onto the firmer ground of the kitchen floor. “Give me Claudia!” She yelled, and Myka gladly deposited her into H.G.’s arms. Right as she do so, the entire staircase collapsed from under Myka’s feet.
“Myka!” H.G. screamed. Myka grabbed the floor of the kitchen, leaving herself hanging at least 10 feet above the fiery basement. The only thing keeping her from slipping into the basement was her arms and hands thrown across the kitchen floor, the sweat slipping off the wood.
“I’m okay!” Myka said, struggling to pull herself up. H.G. was about to give her a hand when something buzzed. Myka recognized it as Claudia’s Farnsworth.
“It’s on a loan.” H.G. said, noticing Myka’s curious gaze. “It’s Arthur and Pete calling me! I told them where you are!” She looked down into the Farnsworth and then to Myka, who nodded for her to take the call. She opened the Farnsworth and started talking quickly. Myka began to pull herself up, almost making it as H.G. shut the Farnsworth.
“They’re coming!” She said, reaching forward to give Myka a hand. Suddenly, a boot kicked out at her head and she fell to the floor, limp.
“Serves you right, bitch.” Michael snarled. “And as for you...” He pushed his boot down on Myka’s head, making her fall back and almost let go of her grip on the floor. Not smiling anymore, he put his boot down on Myka’s hands, increasing the pressure. Myka screamed as she felt the bones in her right hand snap and eventually give out. Her right arm began to slip across the floor, flopping limply to her side. Michael stepped back and watched in evident satisfaction as she helplessly slipped backwards. Then, without his expression changing a bit, he fell to the floor.
Claudia was standing behind him, clutching a metal pan and struggling to keep herself upright by clinging to the table.
“Claudia!” Myka screamed, partly in shock that she was alive, partly as a cry for help. Claudia nodded and slowly walked towards Myka, the pain and exhaustion evident on her face. She fell to her knees and grabbed at Myka’s left hand just as she was about to fall back into the basement. Myka forced her right arm up and dangled it in front of Claudia’s face. Claudia grabbed that arm, too, taking care to avoid the hand. Myka wrenched her left arm out of Claudia’s grip and stuck it to the floor again, trying to help her. With Claudia pulling and Myka straining to keep her grip, she finally made it over the side.
“Good job, Claud.” Myka praised. Claudia fell back, stared at Myka blankly, and passed out again.
Myka crawled over to H.G. and slapped her face roughly. “Wha?” H.G. said, regaining consciousness.
“Help me get Claudia out of here!” Myka screamed, abandoning any explanation as the flames from the basement began to lick the kitchen floor. Another few minutes and she would have burned to death from dangling over the basement.
H.G. got to her feet, surveyed the scene quickly, and picked up Claudia. Myka, cradling her right hand close to her body, quickly followed her out of the burning house. They walked as far as they could from the burning house and collapsed.
They collapsed onto the dirt and dust of the Badlands, watching the house burn. Myka glanced next to her and saw H.G. with her head in her hands, trying to subdue the headache that Michael’s boot had brought on, and Claudia, who was lying bloody and covered with soot on the ground.
The sound of a motor brought her out of her observations, and she glanced behind her. Artie’s car had just pulled up, and Pete and Artie flew out of it.
“Myka!” She heard the relief in Pete’s tone. He ran up to her and carefully embraced her. He didn’t look at all surprised to see H.G. there. Neither did Artie, who was crouched over Claudia, looking at all the damage done. He took off his coat and carefully bundled her into it, trying to stroke some of the soot and crusty blood off of her face. Then he looked up to an exhausted Myka and a nauseated Pete, who were both watching Claudia.
“Where is he?” Artie asked, looking furious. When no one answered his question, Artie roared it again. “WHERE IS HE?”
“There.” H.G. pointed to the inside of the house.
“Okay.” Pete said, the same furious look replacing his sickened features. “Stay here.” He holstered the Tesla and walked into the fiery house with Artie.
“No...” Claudia said, shocking Myka. The word was so low and quiet she almost thought it was a moan. “Artie...”
“He’ll be fine.” H.G. said, gently tucking the edges of Artie’s coat around Claudia’s body. “And so will Pete.”
Claudia let out a strangled sob.
“It’s okay.” H.G. said, stroking some of the hair back from her face, and then glanced over to Myka, who felt a feeling of increasing numbness over her body. “It’s over.” H.G. said as Myka sank down into the welcoming darkness. “It’s finally over.”
But H.G.’s voice called her back one final time. “They should have been out by now.” She said, worried, glancing at the house that Artie and Pete had gone into. She gave a glance to the semiconscious Myka and Claudia and then back to the fiery house. “I’m going to go after them. I’ll be right back.” She slowly began to walk towards the fire.
Myka scooted over so that she was next to Claudia, whose eyes were rapidly closing. She took the girl’s hand and closed her eyes, once again ready to give herself up to the comfort of unconsciousness.
“I’d thought they’d never leave.” Myka’s eyes snapped open to the horrifying sight of Michael kneeling over them, smiling in a deranged way.
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, Chapter 7
Chapter 8: Burn
“What the hell is this?” Michael asked, looking from Myka to Wells.
“I could say the same thing.” Wells said angrily, looking at Myka, who still had silent tears flowing down her face and was robotically tugging at her bounds, to Claudia who was lying silently on the floor in a pool of her own blood.
“Wells!” Myka screeched, trying to find her voice. It sounded so hoarse and scratched. “Get Claudia! Get her out of here!”
“Shut up.” Michael snarled at her, and then turned to Wells, aiming Myka’s gun at Claudia. “If you don’t want her to have a bullet through the chest, then you’ll do as I say.”
“Why do men always think that because they’ve got a gun, they’re in control?” Wells asked disgustedly.
“Shut up and get down here bitch.” Michael said. Myka immediately knew that was the wrong thing to say. Wells’ face froze, and she didn’t move except to put one hand on Dante’s golden locket that was around her neck.
“Did you hear what I said? Shut up and get down here b-” But Micahel’s words were lost as a fireball flew towards him, expelling itself from Wells’ locket. He ducked and threw himself out of the way, leaving Claudia as the only target.
But instead of hitting her, the fireball expanded to from a fiery ring with Claudia at the center, protecting her from harm. Michael roared with fury, but H.G. tossed another fireball at him, forcing him to duck for cover. Meanwhile, she ran across the room to Myka, who was trying to keep her eyes on Claudia, Michael and H.G. all at once.
“Sorry it took me so long.” H.G. said. “But it took me awhile to find you.”
“How?” Myka asked.
“I’ll explain later, once we’re out of this mess.” She touched Myka’s bonds and Myka felt a brief flash of heat, perhaps from a small flame and then the ropes around her fell to the ground.
“Claudia.” She said, running to the girl, who was still laying in the middle of the fiery ring. She tried to find some break in the flames, but they burned steadily.
“Come.” H.G. grabbed her arm and tugged her through the flames. She didn’t feel any pain or discomfort until they were in the middle of the ring and H.G. let go of her arm. Then she was all too aware of the smoke and fire so close to her skin, making it hard to breathe.
“Can you get her?” H.G. asked above the roar of the flames, “I’ve got my hands full with the artifact.” She was expanding the fiery circle so that the flames weren’t so close to them. Myka nodded and knelt down, picking up Claudia, who still didn’t stir.
“How is she?” H.G. asked.
“Bad. But I think if we-”
“We’ll take care of that in a minute, for now let’s just get out of this basement. I’m losing control.” H.G. said, taking her arm and leading her out of the fiery ring, which was beginning to lose its perfect shape; Myka could feel it even with H.G. grabbing her arm. The fire was catching onto other things now, Myka saw it engulf the filing cabinet with a roar, gaining strength from the mounds of paper inside. Suddenly she was pushed away, and saw a large chunk of ceiling come down right where she had been standing moments before. Unfortunately, because she was holding Claudia, Myka’s body couldn’t steady itself before it hit the floor and she landed on her left shoulder, making pain flare through it. As she lay on the floor, she saw pipes beginning to burst from the ceiling, spraying water down on them, but only slightly damping the growing fire. Wires hung from the ceiling, either spraying sparks from their contact with the burst pipes or waiting to nurture the fire.
“The door! Hurry!” H.G. said, coughing. She and Myka stumbled towards the wooden stairs. They made their way up them, the stairs wobbling under their feet the entire time. H.G.’s foot actually went through one, and she had to wrench it out.
H.G. was the first to get to the open doorway; she stepped onto the firmer ground of the kitchen floor. “Give me Claudia!” She yelled, and Myka gladly deposited her into H.G.’s arms. Right as she do so, the entire staircase collapsed from under Myka’s feet.
“Myka!” H.G. screamed. Myka grabbed the floor of the kitchen, leaving herself hanging at least 10 feet above the fiery basement. The only thing keeping her from slipping into the basement was her arms and hands thrown across the kitchen floor, the sweat slipping off the wood.
“I’m okay!” Myka said, struggling to pull herself up. H.G. was about to give her a hand when something buzzed. Myka recognized it as Claudia’s Farnsworth.
“It’s on a loan.” H.G. said, noticing Myka’s curious gaze. “It’s Arthur and Pete calling me! I told them where you are!” She looked down into the Farnsworth and then to Myka, who nodded for her to take the call. She opened the Farnsworth and started talking quickly. Myka began to pull herself up, almost making it as H.G. shut the Farnsworth.
“They’re coming!” She said, reaching forward to give Myka a hand. Suddenly, a boot kicked out at her head and she fell to the floor, limp.
“Serves you right, bitch.” Michael snarled. “And as for you...” He pushed his boot down on Myka’s head, making her fall back and almost let go of her grip on the floor. Not smiling anymore, he put his boot down on Myka’s hands, increasing the pressure. Myka screamed as she felt the bones in her right hand snap and eventually give out. Her right arm began to slip across the floor, flopping limply to her side. Michael stepped back and watched in evident satisfaction as she helplessly slipped backwards. Then, without his expression changing a bit, he fell to the floor.
Claudia was standing behind him, clutching a metal pan and struggling to keep herself upright by clinging to the table.
“Claudia!” Myka screamed, partly in shock that she was alive, partly as a cry for help. Claudia nodded and slowly walked towards Myka, the pain and exhaustion evident on her face. She fell to her knees and grabbed at Myka’s left hand just as she was about to fall back into the basement. Myka forced her right arm up and dangled it in front of Claudia’s face. Claudia grabbed that arm, too, taking care to avoid the hand. Myka wrenched her left arm out of Claudia’s grip and stuck it to the floor again, trying to help her. With Claudia pulling and Myka straining to keep her grip, she finally made it over the side.
“Good job, Claud.” Myka praised. Claudia fell back, stared at Myka blankly, and passed out again.
Myka crawled over to H.G. and slapped her face roughly. “Wha?” H.G. said, regaining consciousness.
“Help me get Claudia out of here!” Myka screamed, abandoning any explanation as the flames from the basement began to lick the kitchen floor. Another few minutes and she would have burned to death from dangling over the basement.
H.G. got to her feet, surveyed the scene quickly, and picked up Claudia. Myka, cradling her right hand close to her body, quickly followed her out of the burning house. They walked as far as they could from the burning house and collapsed.
They collapsed onto the dirt and dust of the Badlands, watching the house burn. Myka glanced next to her and saw H.G. with her head in her hands, trying to subdue the headache that Michael’s boot had brought on, and Claudia, who was lying bloody and covered with soot on the ground.
The sound of a motor brought her out of her observations, and she glanced behind her. Artie’s car had just pulled up, and Pete and Artie flew out of it.
“Myka!” She heard the relief in Pete’s tone. He ran up to her and carefully embraced her. He didn’t look at all surprised to see H.G. there. Neither did Artie, who was crouched over Claudia, looking at all the damage done. He took off his coat and carefully bundled her into it, trying to stroke some of the soot and crusty blood off of her face. Then he looked up to an exhausted Myka and a nauseated Pete, who were both watching Claudia.
“Where is he?” Artie asked, looking furious. When no one answered his question, Artie roared it again. “WHERE IS HE?”
“There.” H.G. pointed to the inside of the house.
“Okay.” Pete said, the same furious look replacing his sickened features. “Stay here.” He holstered the Tesla and walked into the fiery house with Artie.
“No...” Claudia said, shocking Myka. The word was so low and quiet she almost thought it was a moan. “Artie...”
“He’ll be fine.” H.G. said, gently tucking the edges of Artie’s coat around Claudia’s body. “And so will Pete.”
Claudia let out a strangled sob.
“It’s okay.” H.G. said, stroking some of the hair back from her face, and then glanced over to Myka, who felt a feeling of increasing numbness over her body. “It’s over.” H.G. said as Myka sank down into the welcoming darkness. “It’s finally over.”
But H.G.’s voice called her back one final time. “They should have been out by now.” She said, worried, glancing at the house that Artie and Pete had gone into. She gave a glance to the semiconscious Myka and Claudia and then back to the fiery house. “I’m going to go after them. I’ll be right back.” She slowly began to walk towards the fire.
Myka scooted over so that she was next to Claudia, whose eyes were rapidly closing. She took the girl’s hand and closed her eyes, once again ready to give herself up to the comfort of unconsciousness.
“I’d thought they’d never leave.” Myka’s eyes snapped open to the horrifying sight of Michael kneeling over them, smiling in a deranged way.