miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-04-19 18:48:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | -[luke/noah]-, fanfic, fanfic: [atwt], » by: kissesdragons |
Resolution Ch 8
Original poster: kissesdragons
Title: Resolution
Chapter: 8
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: Winston comes back to check on Luke
Disclaimer: Luke and Noah do not belong to me. If they did we would see a lot more kissing. This story is not for profit. No copyright infringement is intended.
The sound of a car approaching is startling after 3 days of absolute silence. Luke is shocked that Winston has actually come back instead of leaving him to die. He drags the mattress to the wall to cover the small hole he has managed to carve out near the wall and grabs the fork. Days of digging at the cement wall have sharpened the handle to a point, and he’s hoping it will work as a weapon. He hides the fork in his pocket and takes a seat on the mattress, hoping he can take the man by surprise and escape.
His heart starts pounding at the sound of the key in the lock. The Colonel steps through the door and Luke watches closely to see where he puts the key. Winston pulls a gun from the small of his back and Luke raises his arms and says “Woah! I’m staying right here, don’t worry.”
“Don’t move” Winston growls and reaches back through the door to grab a large duffel bag. He tosses it at Luke and says “Change clothes, you stink.”
Luke waits for him to leave, but Winston just waves the gun at him again. Luke opens the bag and pulls out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Turning his back he strips out of his filthy clothes and pulls on the new ones, grateful for the fresh clothes in spite of himself. He picks up his old clothes and slips the fork into the pocket of his jeans, praying the Colonel doesn’t notice.
“You done yet?” Winston asks impatiently. Luke turns to face him and sees that while he was changing the other man had brought in several jugs of water and a bag of food. “Finally” Winston says, “Sit down” and he wave his gun at the mattress.
Luke takes a seat and, after a moment he gets up the nerve to ask “How much longer are you going to keep me here?”
“That really depends on Noah” Winston answers. “Things are going even better than I expected, so hopefully not too much longer. Madeline has already forgiven him and they’ve been out several times. They’re getting along really well. I’d imagine in another two months he’ll propose -”
Luke’s mind goes blank, and over the rush of blood in his ears he hears the Colonel say something about basic training. While Luke knows that Noah and Maddie are only playing along with the Colonel’s delusions to rescue him, the thought of the two of them together is physically painful. Remembering what it was like wanting Noah so badly but knowing he was Maddie’s – that’s something he never wants to go through again.
“And once he’s finished they’ll get married” the Colonel continues happily, thankfully oblivious to Luke’s turmoil. “So cheer up, you’ll be out of here in about 6 months – that’s not so bad.”
Luke bites back a snort of derision. Being locked up here for another six months would be enough to drive anyone insane.
“Come put this stuff away” the Colonel says, gesturing to the water and food. Luke walks over and opens the cabinet then turns to grab two jugs of water. “You haven’t been drinking enough” Winston says, and Luke jerks around to see that the other man has finally taken his attention away from Luke to look in the cupboard.
Deciding that this may very well be his best shot Luke hefts two water jugs in each hand and hurls them at the back of the Colonel’s head, sending the man face first into the cupboard. Luke reaches into his pocket and grabs the fork, wrapping his other arm around Winston’s neck in a chokehold and pressing the sharpened handle against his jugular.
The Colonel freezes for a moment then says coaxingly “Let’s be reasonable here -”
“Drop the gun” Luke cuts him off with a growl, his heart pounding wildly. He can hardly believe his half-assed plan actually worked. Winston drops the gun without a fight, keeping both hands out in front of him. “Now give me the keys” Luke hisses. The Colonel starts to lower both hands, so Luke presses the fork against his neck harder and says “One hand.”
“Okay kid” Winston says placatingly, “Take it easy. Here you go” and he pulls the keys out holding them in front of him.
Luke relaxes his hold on the man’s neck, but keeps up the pressure of the fork as he reaches out to grab the keys. He realizes his mistake as soon as he has the keys in his hand, but it’s too late. In a lightening fast move Winston grabs his wrist and snaps it like a twig as he throws Luke over his shoulder. Luke cries out in agony, but somehow manages to keep enough sense to grab the gun he’s landed right next to.
“Let me go or I swear to God I’ll kill you” he manages to gasp through the pain, aiming straight at Winston’s head.
“Okay kid” he says, raising both hands. “I guess you win.”
Luke scoots himself back against the wall and uses it to support himself as he stands, cradling his throbbing wrist to his chest and trying not to scream in pain. Somehow he manages to keep the gun steady. He walks around the Colonel and backs slowly toward the still open door. “Get the keys” Luke grates out, keeping the gun trained on him as he backs out of the door. “Put the key in the lock and twist it so I know it’s the right one” he says.
“Let’s talk about this” Winston says with a sickly sweet smile on his face as he walks toward Luke.
“Shut up and do it!” Luke shouts, gun never wavering. The smile falls of the Colonel’s s out face as he does as ordered, turning the key so Luke can see it’s the right one. “Now throw your car keys out here” he says.
The Colonel glares at him, but does as he says without comment, seeming to finally realize that he has no way out.
“Now get back inside” Luke gets out, the pain starting to overwhelm him. He follows at a distance. “Get in the far corner” he says gesturing with the gun. Once the Colonel is as far away from his as possible he drops the gun, slams the door and manages to turn the key a split second before the Colonel slams into the door, trying to turn the handle and screaming at Luke, incoherent in his rage. Luke allows himself a moment of relief before pulling the key of the lock and slowly, painfully finding the correct keys and locking the other three locks on the door.
Finally convinced that the Colonel can’t come after him Luke grabs the car keys and heads toward the truck, climbing into the cab and locking the doors. He finally gives voice to the scream of agony that has been building since Winston broke his wrist. After a moment he fights back the pain enough to start the engine. Thanking God that the truck is an automatic Luke follows the tire tracks into the woods, hoping they will lead him back into town. “I’m coming Noah” he whispers.