Episode 3-10

It took Patrick Donavon half a minute to realize there was no one in any of the rooms. But he could smell a perfume that seemed to linger. Before heading back out, he spotted an impurity on the ground. It was blood.

Just then, a scream shook him. He rushed past a setup of telephone equipment, and peered through a small window. Looking through, he could see a scene.

“No!!” Patrick cried out. Seeing this, he rushes to the exit and to the boat.

“Did you hear that?” Kassie said nervously. Colin was busily strapping chains to her feet. “You aren’t going to attach anyone on me and declare it a reality show, are you?”

“Smart-ass.” He pressed a lock between rusty chains, and it clicked. “And no. I didn’t hear anything.”

“It sounded like—” Kassie stopped as she looked to the dock. Even though the boat had started to back away, she could easily see who was there. “Oh! Oh my God! It’s him. He came. He came!”

Colin fastened the final chain and turned around. “Oh, crap… Why does he always have to make this so much harder for me?”

Patrick stood on the docks, and looked out to the departing boat. It wasn’t out very far, but it was still very hard to get to. He saw Kassie with the man, tied up and screaming.

“No!” she said defiantly. “Patrick! Please… He’s got Noah and me!! He’s going to kill us both! His name is Colin!! Blonde hair! Late twenties—”

“Dammit, shut up!” Colin lifted his hand and slapped her across the face. He went down on his knees and grabbed her face in his hands. “You listen to me you spoiled little bitch. This isn’t my hair color. Hell, why would I use my real name? But it’s the principle.” Colin reached down and picked up a gun. He put it against her head. “You say one more word. One damn word and I’ll shoot you and this little baby right in the head in front of Prince Charming.”

Colin turned around, gun in hand. “Jeez… That guy isn’t going to give up, is he?”

In the water, Patrick swam and grabbed on to a length of dragging rope. He pulled himself closer and closer to the boat.

Colin attached weights to Kassie’s feet. “Well, it’s going to be a little late now, isn’t it?”

Giovanni Pike was getting into his car. He had called Gillian’s house several times and had left at least three messages. He was getting very sick and tired of having her ignoring him.

Once he arrived, he got out of his car. He needed to speak to Addy Evans. He needed to get information on where Gillian was. So he could make everything up to her.

Bo Torres suddenly realized that he had left something he was going to send to the police out in the open. He rushed to the front of the house and grabbed his jacket. When he was confronted in the alley, he found a bag of cocaine.

“Where is it?” he said, rummaging through his coat. He looked at the other coat hanging on the chair by the front door. “Both Iris and I have similar coats,” he remarked.

Checking the time and calendar, he took his jacket. Exiting the house, he headed for where Iris was working that day.

As Brooke Wright pounded the keys on the elevator, Gillian Evans grabbed her. “Let go. Please.” Brooke broke through and ran to the stairs and started up them.

Iris Torres couldn’t help but smile as she made her own way to the stairs and started climbing.

Addy Evans slid up beside Tess, and listened to her as she ordered security. Tess seemed genuinely frightened as to what might happen.

The phone rang on Addy’s desk. She picked it up. “Hello, Addy Evans speaking.”

“This is security. We have a man down here by the name of Giovanni Pike. He told us he needed to speak to you… And we have men coming up. Your floor’s secretary is reporting a disturbance.”

Addy covered her forehead. The last thing she needed was Giovanni coming up here. “I’ll be coming down to see him, okay?”

As Addy hung us she could imagine that things were going to get worse. Then she saw something on her desk. A piece of paper. She picked it up.

Brooke probably left it, she assumed. Addy opened the message and read it. Once she reached the end, she lifted her head up incredulously. “Oh, my God…” She remembered she was going to go downstairs to see Giovanni.

Brooke grabbed the handle to the finale door violently, and opened it up. A gust of wind hit her hard, but she walked out onto the building’s roof. She carefully made her way under spare beams.

“Brooke!” Gillian screamed, coming on the roof right after her. “What are you doing here?”

“Doing something I should have done a while ago!” Brooke answered, making her way to the edge. She placed her hands on the raised concrete, and then her foot followed.

Gillian paused, and tried to assess the situation. Brooke was obviously upset, and she was climbing to the ledge on the top of a tall building.

Brooke turned to her. “All those things you said about me downstairs were true. I have done so many horrible things, and I don’t even know why. I practically ruined your relationship with Giovanni giving you that tape. And I let your mother talk me into trying to sabotage your relationship! What kind of person does that?!”

Gillian paused to think. “Brooke, I know I may have said some bad things to you downstairs, but this is no answer. Killing yourself won’t solve anything!”

“But I’ll get attention,” Brooke said, almost laughing, and then she looked down. “I’ve never gotten attention in my whole life. Not even from my parents. I never told you about them, did I? I just lived in the shadow of my sister. My damn sister.”

Brooke laughed in her face. “What will I do once I get down? Nothing. What the hell can I do supporting a child? I don’t have money!”

Brooke nodded. “Oh, yes I do! I came over here to give Addy the message. I am very pregnant. And I’m taking the child down with me.”

Mateo Consuelos stepped forward to help Brianna Huber, but Skye Lore let out a scream. She let go of the wrist, and both Mateo and Brianna backed away.

Brianna was insulted, but figured it was better not to question her words. She was, after all, a woman possessed by a demon. It was understandable once seen at that angle.

“Mateo,” Brianna whispered, moving over to Mateo. “I have a strange feeling. It is a good feeling, but it’s also a bad one.”

Brianna stared at Skye huffing and puffing, her husband consoling her. “You know Father McMurdy. He kept going on and on about the horrors the child would bring to this world. I don’t think he ever actually mentioned the child itself being the horror.”

“Just hear me out,” Brianna said, collecting her thoughts. “Skye is possessed, right? Well, I’m no expert of demons or whatnot, but one demon can’t split into two. It doesn’t work that way. I remember… God, it must have been in Sunday school when I was little… I remembered the teacher answering questions about The Exorcists. It was the latest movie out in the 70s. All churches gave sermons about possessions at that time, I guess. Well, demons are stuck with their selected host until exorcised.”

Brianna shrugged. “They never mentioned pregnancy. This is completely out of my mind. I could be wrong… but I have a feeling this child won’t be evil. They’ll try and make it evil.”

As if to answer him, the ground began to shake. At first a few things around dropped to the ground, but then plates started to shatter.

At that moment, a giant flame came up from the base of Skye’s feet. Brianna and Mateo backed up. Ian, shocked, shot up and rushed to his wife. The flame drew a fiery circle from her feet to her head. The flames danced like demons.

A blast pushed Ian back to the other side of the room, smashing against a cabinet. Brianna screamed, and ducked as flames shot out.

“Now. If anyone has reasons why these two should not wed, speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

“I object!!” Rachel Wright said, standing up. “And it’s because I’m pregnant with James’ child!”

Collective gasps arose from the main people there. Gloria Benton looked over to James, and James was glaring down to Rachel.

“Very well,” Father McMurdy continued. “The husband may now kiss the bride.”

What? Rachel thought. She blinked a few times, and saw both James and Gloria standing up at the alter. They were looking at each other lovingly.

Rachel reached down to touch her stomach. She was now very pregnant, and she could feel the child inside of her. She looked back up at James.

“I’m a fool,” Rachel stated simply, shaking her head. “I’ve spent all this time trying to get closer to a man who is renewing his vows with his wife!” She went back to remembering the night she had spent with James, got him intoxicated and made love.

“Rachel!” Gloria burst out, coming down. “You look like you’re thousands of miles away.”

Rachel looked up and smiled. “I guess I am. I’m just thinking about Great Cape. I don’t think I’ve left my daughter alone this long before.”

Before James took his wife’s hand, Rachel popped up. “Oh! I have a gift for you two.”

“I wanted to. Just for being such a great friend.” Rachel reached into her pockets and pulled out the two ruby doves…

“They’re both doves,” Cassandra said. “They are carved from ruby, and placed on the silver circle. The pendant’s silver is encrusted with small diamonds. Very expensive. But for you. I have no need for it.”

“Yes, and you wear the other. Legend has it that when two people wear it, the one who gives it has brought bad luck to the recipient.”

James pulled Gloria aside. “They’re a little expensive, don’t you think? Look at them: ruby, diamonds, silver… they must be worth a fortune.”

Gloria nodded, and turned to Rachel. “I can’t accept these,” she said regretfully. “They must be worth a lot, and you need the money a lot more than I do, with the baby coming and all.”

“I got a great deal, and they were given to me by my ex-husband… Brooke’s father… They only bring back bad memories, but with you two, they can be restored with happy ones.” Rachel smiled, and started again. “You can make a wish on it, too. I never did. But you should.”

Patrick pulled himself along the rope until his hands touched the cool side of the boat. It seemed slightly old, but was moving along steadily. The weight of his clothes seemed to weigh him down, and he was glad he had dropped his shoes.

Securing himself on the side, he removed his shirt to shed the pounds dragging him down. The warm Californian air made sure he didn’t freeze, though he did have an undershirt.

“No,” Kassie answered, then going back into silence. A dark bruise was on her face, evidence of the slap.

Colin prepped his weapon, looking to the back of the boat. He couldn’t see anyone there, but he knew that Patrick man was there.

“All right,” Colin started, getting over to Kassie. “Time for you to go now. Mr. Danger over there won’t stand a chance in Hell of saving your sorry ass.” He grabbed her roughly by the chained arms and pulled her up.

A gunshot rang out on the boat, and Colin turned around just to discover her was shot in the arm. He fell to the deck in a heap at Kassie’s feet. Kassie looked up to see Patrick, half-drenched, and shirtless. She dragged herself with her chains over to him and he hugged her. (Due to her chained arms, she couldn’t hugs back.)

“You saved me,” she said gratefully. “Again, I think. What is this, the third time?”

“You saved me during that earthquake,” Patrick reminded her. “Jeez… We’ve been together about a year and we’ve already done everything in the book.”

Kassie smiled, and tried to hug him, but couldn’t move her arms. “Dammit… the bastard has the keys. I’ll get them.”

Stepping over Colin’s lifeless body, Kassie turned him over. His eyes were opened in a frozen look, and by the amount of blood, it looked like it had been more than an arm shot.

“I think you got him in the heart,” Kassie noted. She rummaged through his jeans pockets, knowing the keys were there.

Retrieving the keys, Kassie tried to unlock herself, but it wasn’t possible in her position. “Patrick, can you help me?”

She nodded. She then looked back at Colin, whose eyes were closed in a peaceful sleep. “It’s the—”

Kassie got up, her heart pounding and she heavy chains rattling. Colin’s face didn’t change. Was she imagining it? “It’s just that—”

Colin’s face was bloodied, but very much alive. He smiled at her as she panicked. She was right on the edge of the boat, and could see the ocean below. He looked too weak to kick her in any way.

“No… rescue… this time…” Colin gurgled, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. His hands shook as he lifted them, but Kassie looked down in horror.

Patrick stopped in front of Colin as he saw this. His heart sank horribly as he saw what happened.

Kassie’s screams were cut shot as the bullet cut through the side of her throat. As if in slow motion, she dropped the keys, brought her hands to her throat, and the weight brought her tumbling over the side. Into the ocean.

Patrick rushed to the side once to see rippled and a body sinking faster and faster…

Darla Tom was sitting up in her hospital bed. Everything had happened so quickly the day before: she had been diagnosed with uterine cancer, and her daughter had probably been kidnapped.

“Try and relax,” Nurse Betty cooed, giving her some pills. “The chemotherapy treatment is necessary if the cancer is to disappear.”

James pulled Rachel aside from Gloria to have a talk. “What do you think you’re doing? You know damn well you’re no friend of the family. Not at all! And now you’re giving gifts?”

Rachel shifted away. “I was just trying to do the right thing. You know, get in good. I’m not going to ask you for any more money. Think of it as a peace offering.”

“I’d like to thank you very much for doing this whole ceremony. I know that you must have a full timetable. Your niece was just so kind to set this up.”

“Niece?” Father McMurdy asked, but then he remembered talking to Rachel the previous evening…

The priest shook his head. “I sense many lies in you, young woman. I will not participate in your web of deceit. Whatever story you’ve made, I will not take part.”

She had wanted him to lie. She wanted him to pretend to be her uncle. “Mrs. Benton. I’m afraid that Ms. Wright lied to you saying I was her uncle. I am not.”

“I’m sorry you had to hear. She has obviously gotten herself into a lot of trouble, and I’m not sure what I can do to help her.”

Father McMurdy coughed. “Could it be about the father of the baby? She spoke with me last night, and she told me the baby’s father would be coming to the ceremonies today.”

Father McMurdy observed Rachel. “My, I see you’re pretty much at term. Is it safe to presume that the baby’s father will be attending this ceremony?”

“I haven’t met the father,” Gloria stated. “And she has refused any details whatsoever. I guess there’s no pushing her.” Gloria turn to see James, and he was in some heated argument with Rachel.

Gloria shook her head. “Not that I know of. They have, though, been getting into little tiffs each time they’re around each other. I wonder—” Gloria gasped.

Gloria shook her head, and covered her forehead. “No… It’s just my imagination.” She looked back to Rachel and James.

Father McMurdy’s words rang around her head. “…She told me the baby’s father would be coming to the ceremonies today… She told me the baby’s father would be coming to the ceremonies today…”

Gloria shook her head. “Nothing… Just my—” She took another look, this time quite unsure. “—Imagination…”

Brianna just took a moment to gather the information her brain was processing. It prevented her from screaming like a madwoman and being hauled away.

Skye. Brianna peered through the flames, as they had receded slightly. She could see a demon coming forward, and approaching Skye. Brianna could hear the faint cry of a baby. It had been born. And a demon wanted it!

“No!” Brianna cried out, lunging through the flames and grabbing the demon. She pulled for the baby, and got it in her hands. The demon cried out. It tried to fight back, but they obviously had no energy.

“What a beautiful ceremony!” Rachel sighed, walking down the road. “And a beautiful day!”

Gloria and James had both changed, and were in more-or-less normal clothing. Gloria had wanted to go for a walk, so instead of climbing up Mystique Road, they went down and turned left on this quaint road.

“Look!” Rachel announced. “Police cars… I wonder what could be causing such a ruckus in as small town like this…”

Seeing the security, Giovanni grabbed her arm and pulled her outside. “I need to know where Gillian is. Do you know?”

Addy laughed. “She was here, and she chased Brooke Wright up a flight of stairs. Man, did she look pissed over something.”

Just then, a group of security officers rushed outside. “Everybody, clear the area!! We have gotten word of a disturbance on the building’s roof! Please, clear the area!!”

Addy and Giovanni obeyed, wondering what exactly was going on. Many pedestrians’ curiosity got the better of them, and they wanted to see what was happening.

Addy looked up to the roof, putting on her glasses. “Oh… my… someone is standing on the ledge!! I think it’s Brooke!!”

Bo parked his car in the parking lot, and the gathering of people immediately pulled his attention. There were security men and police cruisers pulling up. “What the hell—?”

The officer had in his hands a roll of ‘Police Line – Do Not Cross’ yellow tape. “There is a woman on the ledge. We are trying to clear the pavement.”

Rachel led both James and Gloria into the mass of people. “Officers… Is it true a woman is threatening to jump?”

“Giovanni’s baby? Damn right! I got pregnant making love to your man. How sleazy is that. And I don’t even remember it! It is just a blur in my mind! A damn blur!”

Gillian approached her. “Things like this can be fixed. There is adoption, and even abortion. I will help you through this. You have to believe me.”

“You’re on a ledge!” Gillian stated. “Would I kid at something like this?”

Brooke looked to her. “And it’s a child, right? A child is big responsibility… but I’m up to it. I—I can get a good job.”

“There are several promotions available at the Beach Hut,” Gillian said, smiling. “Better pay… You can make this work.”

Gillian came closer and pulled out her hand. This could have been a lot worse than it was, and she was very greatful for that.

Brooke nodded. “Kind of dizzying. You know, and with the loose pebbles up her it’s—” Brooke put pressure on one foot, but she lost footing and her legs gave way. “Woah—”

Brooke’s leg went over the edge, and she tried to grab on with her hands, but she couldn’t get a proper grip on the cold stone.

Gillian got to the ledge and looked over in horror as she saw Brooke fall, her limbs flailing around. Screaming all the way down.

Gillian turned around to see Iris standing behind her. Right then and there Gillian knew that Iris had either completely changed, or was really an imposter.

“Everybody!!” the officers cried out. “Get away from the front of the building immediately! Leave room for the medics!”

Addy looked up to see Brooke fall. “Oh God…” she muttered. “She’s falling!!” Giovanni saw this and almost choked on his throat. He grabbed Addy and pulled her to him, shielding her eyes.

Bo saw it, too. His eyes weren’t like they used to be, but he could tell when a woman was falling from a building.

Rachel looked back, wanting to be part of the excitement. “Uh, James… was is that sound?”

“It sounds like a bee…” James commented. But then he stopped. “Not, a yell. A—” James turned to Gloria. “Oh my God!!”

Gloria froze as the sound of a woman screaming finally became clear, and it stopped as soon as she heard a sickening “crunch” on the pavement behind her.

The body of Brooke Wright was motionless in front of them, her neck horribly bent and gash from eye to eye. The body separated her from her husband.

“I see you pushed her over,” Iris said calmly. “And all over a fight over drugs. What a shame.”

“I—” Gillian stuttered, and realized she was in a very bad situation. She looked over to Iris who had a look of pure hate in her eyes. “You know the drugs I have aren’t mine. And she tripped! I never pushed her!”

Episode 3-10

The aftermath of Brooke's fatal fall.
The Kings return next episode.
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