The Past's Revenge: Chapter 9
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
Chapter 9: Fate’s Plan
“Michael, it’s over.” Myka said, exhausted. His house and cover were gone, and so was what little was left of his sanity. “Just let it go.”
“No.” Michael said, shaking his head. “Not until you pay like I did.” He raised the baseball bat above his head, his eyes focused solely on Claudia, and something inside Myka snapped.
She lunged for his knees and brought him to the ground. His bat landed a few feet away from his hands and she grabbed it. Michael clutched her ankles, trying to drag her away from it, but she already had a solid grip on it and pointed it in his direction and slammed it down on his face. He moaned in pain and she heard something crack; a second later blood poured from his nose. But Michael ignored it, getting back up on his feet, oblivious to anything but Myka who was wearily standing on her feet, quickly burning through what little adrenalin she had left.
Michael ran to her, trying to crash into her, but Myka had the advantage. Where Michael had learned to throw obvious punches and kicks, Myka was more lithe and subtle, using the material arts training she had acquired during her training during the Secret Service. She moved around him, running him until he was exhausted. He swung the baseball bat one final time, but Myka grabbed it and wrenched it out of his hands. Immediately, she swung the bat around to hit the back of his knees and his legs collapsed out from under him. When he tried to get up, Myka swung the bat and hit his body. Then again. And again. And again. She was so focused on hitting him, on making sure he could never hurt her, or Claudia, or H.G. or anyone ever again that she lost of how many hits she gave him, of how much blood he lost, of how much -
“Myka.” The first whisper wasn’t enough to break her out of the trance she had gone into. She kept rhythmically hitting Michael with the bat.
“Myka.” The second whisper broke through her numb mind slightly. But she still couldn’t stop hitting him. She had to make sure he never hurt her or anyone she loved every again... Some part of her mind wondered if this was how Michael had felt when beating Claudia.
“Myka!” Finally, the third whisper broker her out of her trance. She glanced around, blinking and noticed Claudia staring at her on the ground, slightly terrified. Of her.
“Claud? Claudia I’m sorry.” She said, reaching a hand out, but Claudia flinched and drew back. “No, no. It’s okay.” She said as Claudia continued to stare at her with fear in her eyes. “I’m sorry, I just - I’m sorry.” She said, feeling tears come into her eyes again. “It’s okay.” She said, edging towards Claudia, who was still backing away. “It’s okay Claud, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She said as Claudia still kept shifting away, a horrified expression on her face. “Claudia - please.” She attempted to reach out for her again, but she had worn out what little adrenaline she had left, and she slumped to the ground, unconscious.
*
Michael shifted on the ground, every bone in his body broken, every piece of flesh covered with blood. He looked over to see a still Bering and a broken Donovan. Still not good enough. Their roles should be reversed. He tried to reach for the baseball bat, but found he couldn’t move an inch. Bering had beaten him too severely, but she had left him alive to tend to the brat. Her mistake, just like trying to find who had killed her sister had been. He tried to move again, but went limp after a few agonizing moments of pain, breathing harshly through his teeth. He would try again in just a few seconds, but he had to get his breath back first. He had to try again. He had to fulfill his fate. Fate had been gracious to him, he would be gracious to her now.
“Michael.” A beautiful voice cut through Michael’s pain, and there was a flash of light. He made his neck shift a few inches up to see the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen in his life.
His brother, his baby brother, was standing in front of him.
He looked just the same as he had when being taken away from by the police all those years ago... Blond hair with bangs that reached down so far it almost covered his eyes, leaf green eyes shining (with happiness, or maybe tears, Michael guessed) and several inches smaller than him.
“Marcus.” Michael whispered through broken teeth and bloody gums. “Marcus.”
“You did all this for me.” Marcus smiled gently. “Why?”
“Because I love you, dummy.” Michael said, choking on his tears.
“I love you too.” Marcus said. He reached out a hand. “It’s time to come home now. We can be together again.”
Michael tried to move his hand but found he couldn’t - the pain was too overwhelming. “Marcus, it’s too hard.”
“That never stopped my big brother before.” Marcus said, giving him another smile and make Michael fill up with pride. “Try, please. And then it’ll be over.”
Michael forced his trembling arm to take his brother’s clean, pure white hand. The second he touched it, the pain was gone. He stood up, his brother’s hand still clenched in his. He looked over to where Bering was lying, tear marks still on her face, and where Donovan’s body was shaking greatly.
“What now?” He asked, staring at Marcus.
“Now...” Marcus said, smiling a smile that looked all wrong for him - tricky, devilish. “We go home.” And suddenly the earth opened up and Michael felt himself falling... The pain had been through moments ago came back, increased by ninefold.... He fell down below, but just managed to grab the ground of the Badlands with one hand, not willing to go. He couldn’t see what was down below, but he could feel its heat creeping up on him, burning and searing him from even a distance... And even then he knew that the pain and heat he was feeling right now weren’t even the worst they could be...
This couldn’t be happening. Fate had been on his side! It had delivered him the girl and Bering, it had made them helpless... Didn’t he deserve revenge for what had happened? Didn’t Bering deserve pain?
As he was dangling, Michael saw the old man, Bering’s partner and the bitch that had interrupted his plans running towards him. The woman was screaming, “It’s the artifact! It’s final act is taking someone down to Dante’s nine layers of H-”
But she was cut off as the demon Marcus tugged him down and he lost his grip on the ground and was tugged down into a burning inferno....
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
Chapter 9: Fate’s Plan
“Michael, it’s over.” Myka said, exhausted. His house and cover were gone, and so was what little was left of his sanity. “Just let it go.”
“No.” Michael said, shaking his head. “Not until you pay like I did.” He raised the baseball bat above his head, his eyes focused solely on Claudia, and something inside Myka snapped.
She lunged for his knees and brought him to the ground. His bat landed a few feet away from his hands and she grabbed it. Michael clutched her ankles, trying to drag her away from it, but she already had a solid grip on it and pointed it in his direction and slammed it down on his face. He moaned in pain and she heard something crack; a second later blood poured from his nose. But Michael ignored it, getting back up on his feet, oblivious to anything but Myka who was wearily standing on her feet, quickly burning through what little adrenalin she had left.
Michael ran to her, trying to crash into her, but Myka had the advantage. Where Michael had learned to throw obvious punches and kicks, Myka was more lithe and subtle, using the material arts training she had acquired during her training during the Secret Service. She moved around him, running him until he was exhausted. He swung the baseball bat one final time, but Myka grabbed it and wrenched it out of his hands. Immediately, she swung the bat around to hit the back of his knees and his legs collapsed out from under him. When he tried to get up, Myka swung the bat and hit his body. Then again. And again. And again. She was so focused on hitting him, on making sure he could never hurt her, or Claudia, or H.G. or anyone ever again that she lost of how many hits she gave him, of how much blood he lost, of how much -
“Myka.” The first whisper wasn’t enough to break her out of the trance she had gone into. She kept rhythmically hitting Michael with the bat.
“Myka.” The second whisper broke through her numb mind slightly. But she still couldn’t stop hitting him. She had to make sure he never hurt her or anyone she loved every again... Some part of her mind wondered if this was how Michael had felt when beating Claudia.
“Myka!” Finally, the third whisper broker her out of her trance. She glanced around, blinking and noticed Claudia staring at her on the ground, slightly terrified. Of her.
“Claud? Claudia I’m sorry.” She said, reaching a hand out, but Claudia flinched and drew back. “No, no. It’s okay.” She said as Claudia continued to stare at her with fear in her eyes. “I’m sorry, I just - I’m sorry.” She said, feeling tears come into her eyes again. “It’s okay.” She said, edging towards Claudia, who was still backing away. “It’s okay Claud, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She said as Claudia still kept shifting away, a horrified expression on her face. “Claudia - please.” She attempted to reach out for her again, but she had worn out what little adrenaline she had left, and she slumped to the ground, unconscious.
*
Michael shifted on the ground, every bone in his body broken, every piece of flesh covered with blood. He looked over to see a still Bering and a broken Donovan. Still not good enough. Their roles should be reversed. He tried to reach for the baseball bat, but found he couldn’t move an inch. Bering had beaten him too severely, but she had left him alive to tend to the brat. Her mistake, just like trying to find who had killed her sister had been. He tried to move again, but went limp after a few agonizing moments of pain, breathing harshly through his teeth. He would try again in just a few seconds, but he had to get his breath back first. He had to try again. He had to fulfill his fate. Fate had been gracious to him, he would be gracious to her now.
“Michael.” A beautiful voice cut through Michael’s pain, and there was a flash of light. He made his neck shift a few inches up to see the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen in his life.
His brother, his baby brother, was standing in front of him.
He looked just the same as he had when being taken away from by the police all those years ago... Blond hair with bangs that reached down so far it almost covered his eyes, leaf green eyes shining (with happiness, or maybe tears, Michael guessed) and several inches smaller than him.
“Marcus.” Michael whispered through broken teeth and bloody gums. “Marcus.”
“You did all this for me.” Marcus smiled gently. “Why?”
“Because I love you, dummy.” Michael said, choking on his tears.
“I love you too.” Marcus said. He reached out a hand. “It’s time to come home now. We can be together again.”
Michael tried to move his hand but found he couldn’t - the pain was too overwhelming. “Marcus, it’s too hard.”
“That never stopped my big brother before.” Marcus said, giving him another smile and make Michael fill up with pride. “Try, please. And then it’ll be over.”
Michael forced his trembling arm to take his brother’s clean, pure white hand. The second he touched it, the pain was gone. He stood up, his brother’s hand still clenched in his. He looked over to where Bering was lying, tear marks still on her face, and where Donovan’s body was shaking greatly.
“What now?” He asked, staring at Marcus.
“Now...” Marcus said, smiling a smile that looked all wrong for him - tricky, devilish. “We go home.” And suddenly the earth opened up and Michael felt himself falling... The pain had been through moments ago came back, increased by ninefold.... He fell down below, but just managed to grab the ground of the Badlands with one hand, not willing to go. He couldn’t see what was down below, but he could feel its heat creeping up on him, burning and searing him from even a distance... And even then he knew that the pain and heat he was feeling right now weren’t even the worst they could be...
This couldn’t be happening. Fate had been on his side! It had delivered him the girl and Bering, it had made them helpless... Didn’t he deserve revenge for what had happened? Didn’t Bering deserve pain?
As he was dangling, Michael saw the old man, Bering’s partner and the bitch that had interrupted his plans running towards him. The woman was screaming, “It’s the artifact! It’s final act is taking someone down to Dante’s nine layers of H-”
But she was cut off as the demon Marcus tugged him down and he lost his grip on the ground and was tugged down into a burning inferno....