Episode 2-23

As Patrick Donavon’s eyes, too, began to close, he saw a needle mark on Kassie’s neck. He knew who had been deceiving them since the gunman showed up.

Eyes watering, Darla Tom back up to the stairs and let out a confused and crazed scream. “No!!”

Robert Carlyle stood in the kitchen doorway, looking on the chaos. In his hand was an odd-looking, cylindrical firing weapon.

A wide angle over Kassie Tom and Patrick, lying side-by-side in front of the door. Move to Dr. Wyndham knocked out in the battle with the gunman.

Darla still had Noah in her arms, and she rocked the baby. “What is this about?”

Darla mustered up the nerve. “You bastard! How can everything be all right? Look! My daughter and her bodyguard are on the ground! What did you do to them?”

Robert shrugged. “Kassie overreacted a little, and she was the easiest to put down. A little shot in the neck and down she went.”

Robert nodded. He passed by Patrick’s body, bent down, and pulled something out of his back. He then zipped out the door.

“I didn’t think we’d get everyone out of the way,” the gunman laughed, sighing deeply. “God, this make my job so much easier.” He moved to Patrick’s body, and kicked him in the ribs. “Look… He’s so out of it!”

Shaking, but focused, Darla looked to the stairs. She slowly backed up to the stairs.

The gunman eyed her. “Come on!” he sighed, exasperated. “You’re really going to play games with me? Jeez… Just had me the baby.”

“No,” Darla stated. “Never. He’s my son. You’ll have to kill me before you get him.”

Turning around, the gunman saw the woman laying a still as can be. “What? She isn’t—” He realized he’d been duped.

Iris and Bo Torres had both decided it was time that they went back to Presence. Iris had with her a box of old mementos and memories. But before they climbed down from the attic, Iris stumbled on a box.

Bo stopped batting at the many cobwebs creeping around him face to answer. “It should be labeled.”

Iris crouched down and wiped some dust off the box. She tried to make out the faded writing. “Oh…”

“What is it?” her father asked, walking to his daughter. “Let me see—Ah…”

Looking up, “Lily,” Iris read. “This is my sister’s stuff.” She opened the box, curious to what she might find.

“Look,” Bo announced, getting down beside Iris. “These were her favorite things ever. I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of them.”

Iris nodded, biting her lip. “You kept her ring collection.” Iris let out a nervous, reflective laugh. “She would always spend her work money on these.”

“I’d get so mad,” Bo smiled. “Remember when you asked her if she’s save her rings or you from a fire?”

“Her rings, of course.” Iris placed the case to the side, a pulled out a piece of clothing.

“The year of the ring shortage,” Bo said nostalgically. “The minute she saw it she wouldn’t stop talking about it. It was red – her favorite colour.”

“Please—” Iris broke in. “I just want to—” A cell phone rang, and Iris looked to her father.

Bo reached into his coat and took it out, Pressing a button, he spoke. “Hello?”

Putting his finger to his lips, he continued. “I don’t want to speak right now… Yes, I understand… No, I don’t want that… But I need to… Yes, but… Okay, okay, okay…” He hung up.

Iris came up beside her father, pushing her hair from her eyes. “What was that all about?”

“Okay…” Iris said, startled by her father’s sudden change of mind. “Let’s go.”

“Blood!” screamed a hysterical female guest. It was Brianna’s funeral, and somehow had managed to pool over the coffin.

Both Ian, doing the eulogy, and Father McMurdy were shocked. Father McMurdy rushed over to the coffin and touch it.

Ian stood still. He couldn’t understand why these things were happening, but he had a good idea about who was causing everything.

Mateo Consuelos and Skye Lore were both in the church’s vestibule when Skye heard the screams.

“Jeez…” she said, not wanting to leave. “We’re going to miss the best parts. The blood… The closing… The burial. The best!”

Mateo sighed, pushing his dark hair back. “I guess we could stay… Under one condition.”

“What is that?” Skye asked eagerly, but realized what it was. “Oh… Well of course. What did you think we were going to do at home?”

“Ever done something like this in a church?” Mateo asked Skye, unbuttoning her dress. He brought a free hand inside, and made her giggle as they tried to get inside.

Skye shook her head, managing to open the door. “Nope… But it’s all the talk down below, I hear.” She led him inside.

“True…” Mateo said, breathing deeply. “Lets just focus on the task at hand.”

Pressing her back against a wall, Skye began to slip off her black dress. She moved quickly to Mateo jacket and unbuttoned it.

Mateo brought her dress down over her should and eventually past her hips. Looking down, he pressed his hands over her bra and kissed her neck.

Skye opened her eyes, and unhooked herself. Mateo gasped as she pressed herself on him and forcefully switched positions.

With Mateo’s back now on the wall, Skye had control. She tore off his shirt and brought her hands down into his black pants. She removed them, and got on her knees. She passionately kissed his abdomen, and pressed herself against him.

Mateo moaned, and bit his lip. He pulled her up and brought himself to her. He frantically touched her, and they continued their tryst in the cloakroom…

Constance King got to the phone. Flipping through her address book, she stopped what she had been looking for. She quickly dialed.

“It is Constance,” she said nervously. “I was wondering why I wasn’t informed of my brother’s death?”

“Hate is such a… hateful word,” Alistair said. “Anyways, I have a feeling that this isn’t the reason you called me.”

“It is regarding Mitchel,” Constance started. “I heard that he was going to live with you in the mansion.”

She breathed deeply. “I don’t think that you should care for him. No offence, but you’re a horrible influence on any young mind.”

She could hear him laugh on the other line. “What about my son, Alan? He could beat your sons any day.”

“Sadly, he also beats his wife… Did he get off those drug charges, too?”

Both John and Adam King were in John’s new room. Adam was looking around, pacing, and John was unpacking some bags.

“What made you come here?” Adam asked curiously. “After all those years, now you decide to settle in here.”

John shrugged. “Your—our father called me. And since I have others do my job, I packed up and came here. It isn’t permanent, but it isn’t just a little stay.”

“Oh, he thought it would be good for me to be a part of the family. Apparently King Industries is opening a new line of something.”

As soon as John shrugged it off, Julian entered the room. “Adam, I need to speak to your brother.”

If there was anything Adam knew, it was to leave when he was told. He immediately exited into the back of the freshly gardened estate. John’s room exited onto a veranda, which overlooked a small pond and ample bushes.

Back inside, Julian approached John. “I’m making this simple. Start the plan. Be careful, though. We don’t want the problem to go from Adam to you.”

Julian sighed. “Everything will work out… it will.” He then exited into the hallway. “Now… Where could my darling wife be?” He immediately noticed a blinking light on the house phone on a table in the hallway. “Well… I wonder who she talking to…”

“I did it!!” Addy Evans screamed, taking a shot of brandy. “I actually got Brooke believing that Gillian really did see the tape of Giovanni!”

Addy put down her glass, grabbed her coat off the chair in the kitchen, and rushed to the door.

“Time to see what chaos is going to be caused,” she said, slipping out the front door.

Brooke Wright revealed herself, standing in the doorway of Giovanni Pike’s apartment. Giovanni tuned his head to see who was there. Gillian Evans greeted her with a smile.

Brooke entered, and saw Giovanni. “Sorry to crash the party, but I needed to come and comfort Gillian.”

Brooke turned around and gave her work friend a hug. “There is no need to lie to me.”

Giovanni came up to Brooke. “You might be mistaken. Gillian is perfectly fine.”

Brooke remembered the conversation she had with Addy Evans earlier on. Brooke felt guilty about being the one to bring this upon Gillian.

Brooke nodded. “That is why I wasn’t one hundred percent sure. It is hard to believe that Giovanni here was a porn actor.”

Gillian’s eyes went wide, and she looked over to Giovanni. Giovanni stepped back, completely caught off guard.

“Yes…” Mateo groaned, on top of Skye on the floor. He fell forwards and kissed her on the neck and her chest.

Skye still had her arms around him. “You haven’t lost any touch,” she complimented, wiping his hair back.

Skye rolled sideways and pressed her hands on his chest. “It was better than before,” she sighed. “But before he leave, I want to do something.”

“Dressing you, silly,” she laughed, picking out his boxers. She got to his legs, and slipped them on. Slowly she pulled them up. She finally got to the top and covered him up. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were ready for another go!”

Skye could still hear screaming. “No…” She snapped her fingers. “First, I’m getting rid of the blood. There won’t be a burial otherwise. Next, we get up and get dressed. We’re going to the burial.”

Skye got off and got up. She had an eerie smile on her face. “Sorry Mateo…” she whispered to herself. “I have decided on an alternate plan… A decision I made last December.”

Father McMurdy was shocked to see the blood disappear. “It is gone!” he shouted out. “I suggest we start the burial precessions.”

The pallbearers came out and grabbed hold of the coffin. They picked it up, and they carried it out the side door at the back.

Inside the coffin, Brianna’s body remained still and unmoving. Her eyes closed and her hands crossed. Everything was still.

Both Bo and Iris entered the house that was home for her. Carrying a box, Bo brought it into the living room and placed it on a couch.

“Oof!” he said, panting. “I really should stop doing things like this. I’m getting older than I thought.”

Iris laughed. “I volunteered to carry the box. You didn’t want to. Add increasing stubbornness to the list of old age side effects.”

Iris picked up the box easily, and carried it to the kitchen. “You’d be a intelligent gentleman.” She set it on a table and turned to the fridge. “Did you want something to drink?”

Coming from behind, Bo patted the sides of his legs nervously. “Umm… I need to go right now.”

Iris turned her head to an angle, and turned away. “Where will you be going?”

“Just don’t you worry,” he finally said. He turned and made his way to the vestibule. Opening the wooden door, he walked out.

Iris rushed to the door, opened it, and stepped outside. “Does this have to do with your call?” she called out.

Walking back inside, Iris looked at her surroundings. She realized this entire house she had was a result of hard work. Work she did without her family, without support, and without any money.

Taking herself up on the offer for a drink, she opened the fridge and got herself a 7-Up. Then she thought of something. “I haven’t spoken to Gillian in a while,” she said. “I wonder how she and her mother are doing after her accident.”

Before she could get to the phone, the doorbell rang. “Maybe it’s her,” Iris said hopefully.

Standing in the doorway was John King. He passed by her and stepped into her house. “Nice to see you, too. Nice place. Could use a touch of taste, though.”

“Get out!” Iris demanded. “I’ve met you once, and that is enough for me.”

Iris pressed her forehead with her hand. “What… What makes you think that when I met you at the estate that there was anything? I insulted you! You’re annoying, and you represent everything that I hate about your family! You’re showing me right now what a jerk you are. Now get out of my house!”

“Wow, you’re feisty!” John smiled, coming to her. “Well, if you put it that way, I’ll stay.”

Iris moved to the door and opened it. Motioning outwards: “Leave!” Iris said.

John started for the door, but turned to Iris. “I did come here for a reason.”

“What would that—?” Iris said before John kissed her on the lips. In shock, Iris tried to push him away. But he kept her tightly in his arms.

Standing outside the opened door was Adam King, looking rather shocked at what he saw.

Iris straightened her clothes, and looked over to John. He was looking smugly at his little brother. Iris could only think of what she should say next…

Constance realized what a big step it would be bringing a teenager into their house. But she realized the big topple downwards it would be living with Alistair.

Alistair let out his staple laugh. “Very good… Hopefully Julian won’t be upset.”

Julian! Constance thought. “Umm… I’m sure he’ll be fine. I’ve got to go.” She hung up, and placed her hand on her forehead. “Why did I just do?” she told herself. “Why would Julian accept another child into this house?”

“That’s a good question,” came Julian, entering her bedroom. He was holding a cordless phone, and hanging up. “Do you want to know the answer?”

Constance turned around, her eyes like a deer caught in a car’s headlights. She flung her red hair over her shoulder, and Julian slowly moved forward.

“Porn?!” Gillian asked, looking back and forth from Giovanni and Brooke. “Is this a sick joke?”

Without warning, Addy showed up at the door, panting. “I had to drive like a manic, but I got here. Did I miss anything?”

Brooke immediately dragged Addy into the hallway. “Gillian does know, doesn’t she?”

“Gio!” Gillian called out, turning around. “I have a feeling you know what Brooke is talking about. Out with it!”

Giovanni came up to her as well. “You have to know that anything that I ever did in the past was never meant to harm you.”

“Get out of my way.” Pushing him aside, she got to the VCR and pushed the cassette in. The green letters ‘PLAY >’ popped on the screen.

Addy was smiling at the scene. “I always show up at the right time,” she squealed.

Distraught, Brooke looked over to her. “You manipulated me! You used me to get this truth out. Why?”

“You lied to me,” Gillian deadpanned. She turned around to face him. “You told me an all-out lie in the hospital. How could you?”

Darla got to the upstairs hallways, and immediately turned into Kassie and Patrick’s room. She slammed the door and wedged her back against it.

Just then, Noah started crying. He had always been such a good baby, and rarely cried, that it made Darla even sadder.

The door was rammed once again. This time, Darla felt the pressure on her back and knew that she couldn’t hold it.

“We don’t want to hurt him…” the gunman insisted. “We need him for leverage.” He slammed again, this time it opened a crack.

“No!” Darla cried. “Please… We will give you what you want. But we don’t have your information!”

The gunman came up to her lying on the floor. He reached into her arms and grabbed the crying baby. “Let go, or he’ll get hurt!”

Darla refused. “Don’t do this! Please… Do what you want with me, but he’s so young! He’s a baby… What do you think you’re doing?!”

The gunman slapped Darla, and she toppled off her position. “This.” He grabbed the child, and her grip had been worn. He had him.

“No!!” Darla screamed, being kicked backwards. “God, no!! Give him back!! Please!!”

Darla desperately crawled forward, but the man had disappeared down the stairs. “Please!!” she called down. Then, “Dear God. Please bring my son back to me…”

Her eyes welling up, she had only one indication Noah was still okay. It was if full-hearted crying, getting fainter as time passed by. She got on her knees, and placed her face in her hands…

Both Skye and Mateo made it outside in time. Their clothes were poorly tucked and managed, and they looked a little frazzled.

Skye nodded. “Yes… Dead…” All she could think of was the time she made her fateful decision…

Skye slowly climbed down the rocky incline. A lot of rock and dirt made is treacherous. Skye figured immediately that the earthquake in November had caused it.

Skye got up to the car and peered into the driver’s seat. She was Brianna, looking very still and very dead. Blood poured from her head onto the steering wheel. She reached in and felt for a pulse on her neck.

Skye then took out her cell-phone. She wanted the good news to go around town as soon as possible. She quickly typed in three key numbers. 9-1-1.

“Hello?” she said as soon as a voice was heard. “Yes… I woman has crashed her car at the intersection of Pier Road and Mystique Road… Yes, an ambulance… No. She is dead… Yes, I’m sure…”

/// Once she hung up the phone, Skye reached into her pocket and pulled out a syringe and a vial. She removed the packaging for the needle, and inserted it through the top. She pulled out some liquid.

/// “Sorry, Mateo,” Skye said regretfully. “But I have better plans.”

/// Before the ambulance arrived, Skye reached inside and brought the needle into Brianna’s injured arms. Her plan was set in motion.

Inside the coffin, Brianna’s entire hand began to move. It was a slow movement, but she could also think. He thoughts were cloudy and baffled. Nothing coherent. She couldn’t remember how she even got into the situation…

A paramedic came out of the ambulance. “It is Brianna Huber. Ian’s wife. She was in a terrible accident. She was killed instantly.”

“We have,” he responded, bringing the body out on a stretcher. “He’s not answering.” He brought the stretcher through. “We have declared her already. Ten forty.”

Nodding, the doctor sadly brought the body in. “We’ll keep her. I’ll ask Betty to keep trying to contact Ian…”

/// The doctor quickly felt for a pulse, and didn’t feel anything. Trusting the paramedics, he signaled to bring the body through. “Send it directly to the morgue.”

Brianna’s eyes opened wide. She took a shaky, hoarse breath. She tried to speak, but nothing could come out. She couldn’t speak. She was confused. It was dark and dreary. She pounded on the lid.

Skye stood still above the ground. She could only hope that her second visit to the hospital was good enough to keep Brianna down…

Skye managed to get down the hallways and turned left. Wearing the orderly’s lab coat and badge, she managed the gain access to the morgue.

“Ah… The one place I am indeed comfortable…” She made her way over to a list of names and compartments. She quickly picked out a name:

…The slab slid open, and there laid Brianna’s dark body. Skye couldn’t help but take a peek, and once she did she couldn’t help by stare.

…Quickly, Ian took out his cell phone. “Hello? Father McMurdy? Yes… I have something important to ask you…”

/// After Ian left, Skye quickly went back to the slab. She felt for a pulse, and realized she had one!

/// “God, they better no come!” Skye said, reaching into her pockets. She pulled out the needle and vial, and shot Brianna with another dose.

Skye jumped as she thought she heard a pounding. If it was, her plan was running a little quickly. Thankfully, only because of her powers she could sense a pounding. The coffins were too thick.

As Skye sensed the pounding increase, Skye could only smile. She almost broke out in laugher sensing Brianna’s pain.

Brianna was going to witness terror. She was going to look Hell straight in the face! She was going pay for even trying to stop them.

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Episode 2-24

The aftermath of Noah's kidnapping.
Skye make a shocking (yes, more shocks!) more. Mateo is injured.
Iris has words with both Adam and John.
Will Gillian's reaction be good or bad?
Constance speaks with Julian regarding Mitchel.
Bo has a bad meeting.