Episode 3-05

Kassie Tom woke up from the couch. Her back hurt like nothing she knew, and she groaned heavily as she pulled herself up. She got up, and adjusted her hairpiece.

“When will this end…?” she asked herself, adjusting her clothes as she neared the door. “This was a bad idea from the start. I should have told Patrick about everything. Hell, Noah probably isn’t even here!”

She looked around the place, and saw he wasn’t even around. Kassie skipped back to the couch and picked up her purse leaning against the plush leg. Flipping it over her shoulder, she carefully made her way to the exit.

“I can’t wait to get out of here,” Kassie sighed. She took a last glance back. She blinked a few times, ridding her system of the grogginess that fogged her eyes. As she opened the door, the familiar—and upsetting—voice of Colin broke her thoughts.

“…And about Robert. How is he doing? We have the baby. But he has received the compensation?” Colin spoke on a cell phone. He was talking outside on the docks, obviously not wanting her to listen in.

“Good, good, good…” Colin said, agreeing. “And what about this woman you sent me? She won’t open up… What? No, I know you’re my boss. I wouldn’t insult your…”

With the thump of the purse, Colin jotted his head around. Keeping the phone to his ear, he saw the crack in the door close. “You never sent me a whore?… Okay. I see… Can do…”

Kassie clamored for her purse and back into the building. The whole area seemed much smaller and constricted. As if it was closing in on her.

“He knows…” she shivered, looking for an alternative exit. “He’s going to get rid of me!”

The creaking of the front door let her skip logical thoughts and she rushed to the heavy metal door. She pulled at the handle, but it would open.

“No!” she screeched, yanking at the door. “Open… just open…” With a final push, she swung the imposing door open and launched herself inside.

Inside, Kassie could see a boiler and piping. She rushed deeper inside, to see if she could find and exit. All she could see were faded windows and wall.

The door opened again, and Colin stepped in. “What are you doing?” he demanded. “You can’t be in here!”

Kassie turned to him, and she could see a frightening rage in his eyes. She turned back around and saw a curtained area. She rushed to it.

“A baby…” she said, looking at a crib behind the curtains. “You have a baby here…”

Patrick Donavon walking into the hospital, with Darla Tom following closely behind. The early morning bustle of workers, nurses and patients welcomed both of them.

The bright, white halls led them to the Pediatric Wing of the hospital. The head nurse, Betty, greeted them both at the front desk.

“Darla, it’s wonderful to see you again,” Betty chimed, coming up to them. “How’s Noah doing?”

Nurse Betty covered her mouth. “Oh! I’m so sorry. I remember reading the newspaper a while ago… It completely left my mind.”

“That’s okay,” Patrick said, stepping in. “We’re here to see Doctor Huber.”

Betty picked up a chart. “He’s Chief of Staff here, but he cancelled his shift early, early this morning. Apparently there was family trouble. But we see you’ve made an appointment, so I’ll bring you to Doctor Wyndham. Been with him before?”

“Yes,” Betty nodded, turning to a number chart. “The first floor is usually reserved for emergency patients. Most pediatric services in the wing are on the top level.”

Just then, the phone rang. Betty picked it up. “Yes… Oh, hi! Yes… Oh, my… Okay…”

Patrick, curious, came up to Betty. “That sounded pretty interesting. Anything wrong?”

“No,” Betty muttered. “But Doctor Huber just called with the most odd news.”

“God, that felt good,” Iris Torres sighed, rolling back on top of John King. “That was the best night I’ve had in a long time.”

“And there’s more where that came from,” John said, rubbing his hands over her body. He pressed his neck on her shoulder, “But I need to take a shower. I’ve got to take a trip back to my mayoral duties for a little while.”

“Stay out of trouble,” John said, getting up. He was scantily clad in a pair of underwear and he made his way to the room’s bathroom. “I don’t want to have to bail you out from anywhere.”

She smiled as he disappeared behind the door. When he was gone, she got up and pushed her blonde hair back.

“John may not want me completely,” Iris said to herself. “But he will.” She remembered the conversation she overheard with him the night before…

John rolled over in the bed, observing a sleeping Iris. He wondered how he could have bagged her so easily. It didn’t make much sense, but he had fun.

Rolling to the other side, he picked up the phone and pressed a button. “Hello?”

(“John? It’s you?” came Julian’s voice. “I just got off the phone.”)

John smiled. “I don’t thing Iris will be a problem for Adam anymore,” he assured. “She’s in the palm of my hand.”

“You’ll be in the palm of my hand,” thought Iris, getting out of the sheets. She picked her bra off the floor and placed back around her bare breasts.

While the shower was running, Iris got up and asked her ringing cell phone. “Hello?”

“What are you doing?” demanded the voice on the other end. “We need to stay on task.”

Adam King answered the door as soon as he heard the knock. Swinging the entrance open, he met Gillian Evans.

Gillian smiled sheepishly. “I figured that when you called yesterday evening about Iris, I wasn’t particularly friendly.”

Gillian shrugs. “I guess I wanted to know if Iris had dropped by yet.” Gillian then motioned to his chest. “Do you have a shirt?”

“Oh!” he said, smiling. “Sorry. Henderson took all my shirts last night for cleaning. I wasn’t expecting any company so early.”

“Or called!” Adam announced. “I just don’t get it! How could she have changed so quickly and so drastically?”

Gillian pulled out a small bag. “This was in Iris’ coat. I stopped by her house today, but no one answered. I didn’t go inside very far before I spotted it.”

“—Drugs?” Gillian finished. “Yes, they are. And this could account for her strange behavior towards us.” She stuffed it back in her purse. “Now we need to find out where she is.”

Just then, the door to the guesthouse opened and Constance King came in. “Adam, I need to—” She stopped when she saw Gillian and her son shirtless. “Oh, my!” she exclaimed. “You two didn’t—Adam! What’s will you and the local women?”

Julian King entered Mitchel Mathison’s room without bothering to knock. The young man was surprised by his invasion of privacy.

“Hey!” Mitchel called out. “What’s your problem? Ever heard of privacy?”

Julian motioned for him to follow him into the hallway. Mitchel did so, and stopped on the plush, carpeted ground. “What is it, old man?”

Standing his ground, Mitchel turned to the tyrant that was his uncle. “So you’re spying on me?”

“With good reason!” Julian said, turning to the youngster. “I’ve had two teenage boys in my life, and both never ceased to get themselves into trouble. I knew as soon as you opposed my power when you first arrived that you would run off.”

“But I am your legal guardian. And people in high placed know that you’re living with us. And story about a deviant child overpowering the King family would be publicized and blow way out of proportion. I need to lay down the law!”

“Okay… Okay…” Brooke Wright said, answering the phone. “That’s two room, three guests? What are the names? Okay… Got it… ‘Benton’ and ‘Wright.’ Thanks for calling. Your rooms will be ready as soon as you arrive.”

“I’m just here to say that I’ve just came from Giovanni Pike’s apartment. It seems as though he’s left to visit his parents for a while. Which gives us some time to wear Gillian down.”

Brooke came up to her. “You know what? This is really sick what you and your daughter do! I maybe have certain feelings towards Giovanni. Many of them lust. But I wouldn’t want to ruin something between two people.”

“Really?” Addy asked. “Well, word is that you and Giovanni put on some show for Gillian last night.”

In a room in the Beach Hut, and unnamed woman was tied up. She tries to break through the ropes to no avail. She decides that she needs a phone to call for help.

“I’m going out!” Mateo Consuelos called out to Skye Lore, while deciding to put on a jacket or not. “I don’t know when I’ll be back!”

Skye came down the hall, clothes, but her hair was dark and damp from her early morning shower. “Whatever.”

Mateo decided to leave in his T-shirt only. “Don’t possess a man and get impregnated by him – again.”

Mateo stepped outside, and finished off his rant, “You keep thinking I’m okay with everything… I’m going to visit Father McMurdy to finally fix you and your evil soul…”

Back inside, Skye checked her watch. “Thank God… I didn’t think that watchdog would ever leave. I’ve got something to do that is important.”

She quickly organized the coffee table in the living room, and combed her hair down as best she could.

“Hi!” Skye said, cheery. “I’m so glad to see you? How was your little unexpected vacation? Cramped?”

Brianna Huber just stood there, her chocolate skin and fresh eyes staring at her. “I’m here, just as you instructed. What do you want me to do?”

Skye motioned for her to come in. “Well, I didn’t think you’d remember our little agreement. I tell people you’re buried alive in the darkened ground of a cemetery, and you do a few things for me.”

“Please, I don’t have all day,” Brianna insisted, feeling creeped out by being near this woman who almost killed her. “Ian just went our to get some Advil. He booked off work to be with me.”

Skye observed Brianna’s forehead. “Ahh… the gash from the car accident is still there, isn’t it?” she questioned, sitting down on the couch. “Sorry about almost killing you.”

As Brianna sat down, she saw Skye situation. “Is it just me, or did you just let yourself go?”

Brianna gasped. “What? Wasn’t he aware that you were possessed by demons from hellfire?”

“It’s a long story that involved blood, ravens, funerals and even exorcism. I’d rather not talk about it.”

Brianna nodded. “Okay… So, back to the original plan: What do you want me to do?”

“Nothing big,” Skye said. “I just want your husband, Ian, to be around whenever I call you. Whenever.”

Father McMurdy couldn’t believe that they had buried Brianna Huber alive. She had been dug up very early that morning, and emotions had taken over Ian Huber. It was a big event.

But he had other things to deal with. He needed the book that was brought to his attention the night Mateo had made “love” to Skye…

Suddenly, a book from his shelf fell on to the floor. The wind came through his office again, but it was much stronger. Without warning, the book caught fire and the wind flipped the cover and turned the pages.

“Sweet mercy…” Father McMurdy muttered, shielding his confused eyes from the wind. “What is happening?”

He snuck up to the fallen book, and observed what page it was at. Taking out a leather bookmark, McMurdy picked up the book. He saw the page; it was littered with text.

“There is hope to stop what is coming,” Father McMurdy whispered, exiting his office, crossing his chest. “But something in this town is doing to deliver an evil unknown to this world. An evil that will destroy goodness…”

Inside his rectory, Father McMurdy found the exact book on the shelf. He removed the ancient tome, and found the spot he had marked last January.

Addy got sick of waiting for Gillian, and quickly got into the kitchen. She picked up her phone and dialed a number she had partially memorized. After a minute, she got an answer.

“I have no idea,” she slurred. “I think I had too much wine. But I blanked out for a while, and when I came to, I was doing something odd.”

“It was Giovanni,” Brooke said. “I wasn’t making love to him, but it was as if I was pretending to. It was damn strange!”

“I don’t know,” Brooke responded, still groggy. “But I was blank for a while. Why? Oh, my God… Was she supposed to come over?”

“I—” Addy heard someone at the door. “I don’t know. I’ve got to go now. Get some rest tonight.” She hung up, and came into the living room to greet her daughter. “Gillian. It feels as if we haven’t spoken in ages!”

Gillian was soaked with rain and she slipped off her shoes. “I’d rather not talk right now.”

Gillian looked up at her mother. “First, I went to Iris’ house. She treated me like crap. Then I headed over to Giovanni’s and—” She stopped. “Why am I talking to you, anyways? You’re just going to insult me.”

“That’s crap and you know it!” Gillian screamed at her. “You hate me! I hate you! I just don’t understand the hate! Ever since dad died three years ago… Three! Last year, it was two! Is that it? It was right after dad’s death that we started this cycle!”

Addy stopped herself. “It started last year. Remember what I first brought Giovanni home. You thought I was replacing your father, and you broke us up. That is why I hate you.”

Gillian shook her head. “You hate me because dad loved me more than you! And who couldn’t blame him? Why would he want a cold fish anyways?”

“I loved your father!” Addy cried out. “I did! He just—I found out something about him. Something that I didn’t want to believe. That’s why I was arguing with him.”

“On the day he died,” Gillian said coldly. “I came into the house that day, and you were both yelling. He left, and he died.”

Gillian nodded. “Of course… You know it’s your fault. That’s why.” She stormed upstairs.

Addy was left alone. She looked to the stairs, and turned and swore silently. “She can never know…” Addy said lightly. “Never…”

“The law?” Mitchel scoffed. “What is this law you’re going to lay down?”

Julian was seriously annoyed by the kid’s arrogance. “There is going to be a curfew of 10PM every night until it’s decided you can take it.”

It couldn’t have been a second after the rules that Mitchel turned around Julian and exited at the end of the hall.

Julian shook his head, took out his cell phone. He dialed a number. “Hello… Yes. The plan is on…”

“Calm down, mom,” Adam told his mother, Constance. “Gillian and I aren’t involved. She’s a friend of Iris.”

Constance smiled. “I’ll talk to you at lunch about what I was going to say. Good luck.” She left the guesthouse.

Gillian shrugged. “I guess we could go back to her house. Maybe her father’s home.”

Adam nodded. He went to his dresser drawer and found and undershirt and put it on. He grabbed a light jacket and put that on top.

They both stepped out, but Gillian stopped. “Who’s that?” she asked, pointing.

Adam looked, and saw a woman exiting through John room. She stepped out onto the back deck, and spotted them as well. “It’s Iris!”

Iris saw the two in the distance. She knew as soon as she was spotted that she had some explained to so. Some explaining that she really didn’t want to do.

“I’m going to need to speak to Gillian,” she said, turning away and walking around to the front of the mansion.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” Colin said, letting her go and closing the curtains. “I told you not to come in here!”

“Aren’t you going to answer?” Colin demanded. “If you aren’t, I’m going to do the talking.”

Colin came up to her. “You were listening in on my conversation, weren’t you?”

“I was at the door,” Kassie stated, “but I didn’t listen. I wanted to go out for a bit. You know. A walk.”

Colin stared at her. “I’m no idiot. I also spoke to my boss. The one who supposedly hired you. He says that you’re a complete stranger, and he has never met you before.”

“No answer?” Colin pressed, grabbing her shoulders. “Are you trying to spy on me? Who sent you?”

Kassie finally build up the courage to speak. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“Don’t treat me like I’m stupid!” he cried out, shaking her. “Who told you to come here? Was it the police? Are you with them?”

Colin pulled his hand back and slapped her across the face. “You bitch! You used me!”

On the second level, Patrick was waiting outside Doctor Wyndham’s office. He remembered when that doctor had stopped over by their house when Noah was taken. He had made the statement regarding the car the man was driving.

“Is he coming?” Darla asked, pacing back and forth. “Maybe Doctor Wyndham has found something wrong with me.”

Patrick shook his head. “Calm down. I don’t hear anything.” He paused, looked at his watch, and turned to her. “What tests did he do?”

Darla shrugged. “Everything a woman my age does. Blood test, urine test, mammogram, X-rays, and some other things.”

Darla shook her head. “It is so unlike her,” she sighed. “She never just picks up and leaves.”

After several rings, Patrick hung up. “Okay, now I’m worried. She hasn’t called, stopped by or left any indication she was leaving. I need to make a call.”

He started to dial. “The police,” he answered, pressing the phone to his ear. He waited a few rings, and it was answered. “Hello. This is Patrick Donavon… Yes, registered bodyguard. No, I’m not here for a case update. I’d like to report a missing person…”

Darla shivered at that. First her baby son, Noah James, and now her daughter, Kassie. What else could possibly make the day worse?

“Darla Tom?” came Doctor Wyndham’s voice, coming out of his office. “Nice to meet you again, and this time under slightly better circumstances.”

Darla got up, and shook the doctor’s hands. “Please to meet you again, too.”

“Now, I’ve gone over several of the test results,” he said calmly. “Tests such as the blood and urine will need a day or two, but the others are in.”

Patrick finished his call. “Okay… thanks.” He hung up. “Is she okay?” he asked, getting up. “Will she need to get supplements or anything?”

“That wouldn’t hurt,” the doctor hypothesized. “But there is something much more serious that needs to be dealt with.”

Doctor Wyndham opened his chart. Both Patrick and Darla came to see what was written as conclusions.

Darla covered her mouth. Patrick turned to her and gentle put a comforting arm around her.

The tied up woman had managed to break some glass and frayed the ropes on her hands. She got them free, and slowly made her way to the door. She needed a phone. She needed to call.

Opening the door, she spotted a courtesy phone hanging in the hallway. It was just what she needed.

Brianna felt awkward about her task. “Ian has a big job at the hospital. He’s in charge of saving people’s lives. I can’t just get him at any time.”

“You either do it, or I will kill him,” Skye threatened. “You see? It’s really quite simple. I’m very sure you’re the love of his life, so just coo him to me. Lie. Whatever. I really don’t care how you do it, just do it.”

“Fine,” Brianna said. “I’ll do it. Just make sure whatever you have planned it will be harmless. I don’t want you to beat him or anything.”

“What…?” Brianna muttered, turning to her. “Calm down… What are you…?”

Skye continued to scream. “No! No! I don’t want to be a part of ‘Imediatos Placeres Servicios!’ I quit. I want to quit!”

Brianna came up to Skye, and tried to calm her down. “Jeez… Calm down… Are you remembering something? Is this you past?”

Deep in Skye’s eyes, you could tell this was no demon speaking. It was the actually person, and a memory had been triggered. A small, but important memory.

Mateo walked into the church, and immediately search for Father McMurdy. She walked down the long line of pews. Colorful sunlight trickled through the stain glass window and dappled the church with morning sunlight.

The door to the priest’s rectory opened up and the fragile man came out. “Come in,” he instructed. “I’ve found the book.”

Mateo rushed to the small office. Memories of his brief exorcism within these walls came back to him. They were blurry memories, but nonetheless vivid in sound and feel. He entered the door and was Father McMurdy sitting with an old book.

The priest motioned to him. “I remembered this was the book that was brought to my attention the day Skye got pregnant.”

“Brace yourself,” he said, fingering the bookmark. He flipped the book open to the marked page.

“Demons,” Father McMurdy stated. “They’re what the future holds if this baby is ever born.”

The young woman waited the tables. She knew exactly why men like them came, and it wasn’t to eat the poor food and watered-down alcohol.

As she made her way from table to table, knowing that each man was undressing her with his eyes. Maybe they imagined touching her dark hair. Maybe they felt like rubbing against her golden skin. It made her feel ill.

She was a teenager. No more than 16 years of age, and she had to work in such a horrible place.

Suddenly, her boss tapped her on the shoulder. He told her that she had a customer.

She explained that she wasn’t feeling up to it, but the man shoved money into her hands and pointed her into the direction…

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Episode 3-06

Kassie manages to get a hold of Noah. Will she escape?
Darla's results are made known. Patrick gets a call from the police.
Brianna does some secret research.
Mateo is confronted.
Gillian is confronted in her home.
Mitchel meets up with the same woman.
The woman calls someone.
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