Good morning/afternoon/evening wherever you are and welcome to today’s installment of SoCS, in association with Linda G Hill, who provides the inspiration to continue this story by leaving us the following prompt;
” “ick.” Find a word with “ick” in it or use it as a word itself. “
Okey dokey, let’s go…
The Accumulator, part thirty eight.
Scene: Inside the deserted factory.
The opening shot is of a door, just visible in the gloom. After a few seconds we hear the scrape of a key in the lock, the door opens and a powerful flashlight shines directly at the us, (artful lens flares glint dramatically) then the beam slowly sweeps left and right and the camera pans round to follow Carlisle as he crosses the empty expanse of concrete. He is followed by Adam, holding onto Cathy’s arm, her hands handcuffed behind her, while Patrick enters last, pulling the door closed behind him.
“I use this place for stashing motors before a job sometimes, there’s a roller door round the back big enough to get a fair sized van in here.”
Carlisle speaks over his shoulder as he leads the way to a small hatchback parked in the far corner, the scratched and dented vehicle as anonymous as any other cheap car in the harsh glare of the flashlight. Halfway across the floor, he stops next to one of the steel pillars supporting the roof.
“Ok, this’ll do, tie her to this. She can scream and shout as much as she likes in here, nobody’s going to hear her.”
“And you think you can just call The Department and tell them where I am and they’ll just come running, is that it?”
Even in the darkness, Cathy’s sneer is obvious.
“You must think you’re dealing with a bunch of amateurs like you, if you think they’re going to fall for that. They’ll more than likely blow the whole place up, just to be safe, then come in and poke around in the rubble to see if they got you.”
Patrick can’t bring himself to look at her and he speaks while staring at the floor
“You don’t place much faith in their loyalty to you, then, maybe they realise what a deceitful bitch you are?”
“Oh, darling Patrick, do grow up. You got taken for a ride, get over it, you’re not exactly a saint, yourself.”
“Ok, that’s enough, you don’t get a vote so shut your mouth. Adam, tie her to that bloody post and let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Carlisle turns to Patrick and places a hand on his shoulder, making him look up, shaking his head and sighing heavily.
“Right, we need the van torched, but not until we leave, can you go and set that up? We’ll meet you there with the car in a few minutes.”
Patrick glances once, briefly, at Cathy, opens his mouth as if to say something, then turns abruptly and walks back to the door, slamming it loudly behind him.
Carlisle turns to her with a grin.
“What, no moving goodbye? Although I suppose you never were one for all that icky romantic stuff, were you? Must have been hard, pretending to have emotions for all those years, hahaha. No, I mean, poor bloke and all that, you have to feel sorry for him, but he’s best rid of you, so he’ll get over it.”
“And now what, you kill me, now that you’ve spared his feelings?”
“What possible good would that do? We want you to be able to lead them to us, don’t we?”
“I won’t do anything to help you, you fucking…dinosaur!”
“Oh, I’m hurt, I would have thought “role model” or “inspiration” would be more apposite, but never mind, I’ll get over it, too.”
Carlisle takes the handcuff keys from his pocket.
“Put her against the pillar we’ll cuff her hands behind it, not even she’s going to get out of that.”
He grabs Cathy’s arm and roughly turns her around so he can unlock the cuffs, making her grimace in pain.
“Hey! Be careful, you nearly dislocated my wrist.”
“Oh we don’t want that, you might be able to wriggle out of them, we’ll have to make sure we do them up tight.”
“Fuck you, Carlisle.”
Still holding her cuffed hands behind her and speaking straight into her ear, he says;
“Don’t worry, you won’t be here long, the police will be bored at this time of night and an exploding vehicle is bound to get someone’s attention pretty quickly.”
“What do you mean, the police?”
For the first time, Cathy sounded less sure of herself.
“Oh, didn’t I mention that? Yeah, we’re going to call in an anonymous tip that there’s been a violent confrontation down here and sounds of a woman screaming, it might even include a description of the van, just to be sure they get the message.”
Adam interrupts, impatiently glancing at the glowing dial of his watch.
“What do you mean by get the message, what message?”
“She knows what I mean,…don’t you?”
He looks at Cathy, who glares back at him but says nothing.
“The Department will be monitoring police communications closely, it’s how they obtain much of their grass roots intelligence. Saves them a fortune, apparently. They will try to get a team here as fast as possible, I doubt they’ll suspect a trap if they think the tip is called in by a member of the public, but even if the coppers get here first, The Department can still get to her inside.”
“How does that help us?”
“Because the coppers already want her for assisting in the escape of you and Patrick, plus whatever other “terrorism” charges they’ve cooked up in the meantime, so she’s going to need to cut a deal with them; meaning she’ll have to lead them to us or spend a few extra years in jail. But, if The Department get hold of her, who think she might have gone rogue anyway, they won’t trust her if she says she doesn’t know where we are and they’ll employ some ingenious interrogation techniques, just to make sure she’s not lying.”
Adam nodded approvingly.
“Sounds like you have this all planned out.”
Carlisle looks down to unlock the cuffs as he speaks, fumbling to keep hold of the flashlight.
“Always think two steps ahead, that’s the secret…”
The second her hands are free, Cathy throws her head back violently, catching Carlisle full in the face as he looks up and he staggers back, blood streaming from a broken nose. Shadows loom wildly as the flashlight hits the floor and Carlisle falls to his knees, swaying and shaking his head like a punch-drunk boxer.
Then, before Adam can react, she charges at him; with the one free bracelet of the handcuffs wrapped around her hand like a knuckle-duster, she swings and lands a heavy punch, splitting his lip and smashing his front teeth.
Adam stumbles back under the force of the blow, but as he falls, manages to grab her wrist with one flailing hand and Cathy crashes down on top of him, his head striking the concrete with a hollow thud.
Blackness threatens to engulf him and a painful ringing in his ears intensifies as he feels his consciousness fading, so Adam summons the last of his strength and places his hand on Cathy’s chest as she struggles to stand up.
Now the director gives us a shot of Cathy from Adam’s POV, silhouetted against the light from the fallen flashlight, looking straight down into his face. She looks down at his hand, then back up, her eyes widening as she realises, too late, what he is doing.
Then the shot changes, so we see them from the side, as Adam unleashes a pulse of lethal energy into Cathy as she leans over him.
We see a brief, blinding light glowing between the two interlocked figures, then a shimmering, translucent beam bursts from Cathy’s back and a split second later a jagged hole is blown in the roof and a shaft of moonlight stabs down through the darkness, picking out the gory tableau below.
To be continued (using next weeks week’s prompt)…