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Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2001 23:10:06 -0500
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Shock (M/F, MC, Mild NC, Rom)
Copyright (C) by Stone-D 2001



Part VIII : Siege

ROUGHLY FIFTEEN MINUTES before the clock struck one o'clock, they heard 
a low, thumping sound move into the car park followed shortly by a loud 
blaring noise. Daniel had his suspicions about what and whom it was, 
and by the look on Pete's face as he watched Daniel, he knew it too.

They had spent the previous two hours mostly arguing over the hand 
over; Pete's resistance had collapsed fairly quickly and he had agreed 
to take on full ownership of the business. Surprisingly, Sam had 
approved wholeheartedly and had assisted Daniel in convincing Pete by 
reminding him that he loved it and that, although the company's actual 
worth was now well in excess of the ten million that Daniel had 
originally offered him, it was all locked up in real estate, company 
assets and market value; therefore not as potentially life-ruining as 
cold, hard cash.

Sam, refusing to accept an official position within the company by 
citing his 'independant spirit' as an excuse, had volunteered to handle 
the paperwork and smooth over the transition. Pete whined and groaned 
about the extra workload; but they all knew he was capable, having 
handled everything since Daniel's accident.

Moving down the stairs, they continued to discuss minor details and 
laugh occasionally over Daniel's newfound wealth; probing him 
occasionally for details about his 'new woman'.

They were jolted to a crashing halt before the glass doors at the 
entrance and stood there in stunned silence as they saw the source of 
the thumping sound. A dark red Porsche had pulled up opposite the 
building on the other side of the parking lot, gleaming in the sunshine 
like freshly spilt blood. Chaz had opened the car door and was sitting 
with her legs stretched outside, tapping her fingers against the car 
body.

Sam whistled.

"Told you so," Pete said.

"Danny, Danny, Danny. What have you been doing?" Sam spoke softly as he 
slowly shook his head, his narrowed eyes still fixed on the car and its 
owner.

"Nothing!" Daniel said, then he sighed and gave up. "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Let me know would you, when everything's ready?"

"Sure thing."

"Hey, don't just disappear off to the Bahamas though eh? Stay in 
touch!" Pete said suddenly.

"As if. I'm just thinking I'll be busy for a while."

"Certainly looks like it," Sam said as he watched Chaz, now kicking her 
feet and bobbing her head in time with the music.

"Yeah, yeah. Well, I'd better move. Don't want to keep her waiting."

Sam grunted a barely intelligible reply as Daniel exited the building.

"Lucky bastard!" Pete called after him.



"Hey! Everything okay in there?" Chaz asked lightly as Daniel 
approached her. She stood up and kissed him on the cheek again, 
grinning mischievously as she glanced back at the building.

"Hmmm... kinda."

"What do you mean, 'kinda'? Something wrong?" Chaz asked, a look of 
concern flashing in her eyes. "Wait, get in. Talk on the road."

"Sure," Daniel replied. He glanced back at the office he had nearly 
called home for the past few years, not quite believing that he no 
longer had a place in it.

Settling into the passenger seat, he noticed immediately the 
differences between the Mercedes and this car - besides the make, of 
course. Where the former had been stark and strictly businesslike, the 
Porsche's interior was a chaotic display of female absentmindedness. A 
hair grip jammed beneath the gear stick, another discarded on the rear 
panel. Various items of makeup scattered in unlikely places, a packet 
of tissues with one remaining on the dashboard. Empty cases and naked 
compact discs were jammed into a black carryall beneath the glove box - 
mostly dance, techno, hip hop or general pop music. Daniel approved 
wholeheartedly.

"Is the music too loud?" Chaz asked as they pulled away.

"No, no. It's fine, thanks. Actually, just a tiny bit."

She reached over and turned the volume down slightly. "Dan, what's up? 
You look like crap."

"Oh, cheers."

"You know what I mean. What happened? Company not doing well?"

"Oh, no! Everything's superb. Almost. The business is superb, but 
that's not my problem anymore. I got one helluva shock though."

"What?" she asked, her concerned look dissolving into puzzlement.

"Wellll... Depends on your perspective I suppose. My friend handed me a 
present earlier. Here, have a look when you have a moment." He handed 
her the envelope.

Two minutes later they arrived at the traffic lights before the main 
intersection leading to the downtown area. Putting the car into neutral 
and lifting the handbrake, Chaz opened the envelope and looked at the 
contents. She raised her eyebrows.

"Shit. What's that for?"

"Oh, it wasn't his money." Daniel hesitated momentarily before 
continuing. "He decided to sue the Police Department while I was busy 
sleeping."

"WHAT!? What for?"

"How much do you know about what happened that sent me into a coma?"

Chaz shrugged as she watched the lights. "Not much, just that you got 
electrocuted or something, at least that's what Elaine said I think. 
But that was ages ago."

"Well, basically there were some police cars chasing after a drunk 
driver or something. A big delivery truck. Had water in it. Anyway, the 
truck lost control and busted one of those street poles holding up the 
power lines. Ran over and killed a guy right in front of me when it 
crashed, real messy. I pushed the girl he was... ah, shit."

"What?" she said impatiently, mildly irritated at the interruption.

"I got a letter from her, asking me to get in touch. I forgot. Anyway, 
I managed to push her out of the way, but he was hit. Died instantly I 
think. I hope. Thing is though, the water in the truck had spilled out 
and the road was soaked. Both me and the girl too, but mostly me 
because I was closer. Then the cops showed up and started yelling at 
us."

"Why?"

"Probably thought I'd just come from the truck. Who knows? Whatever it 
was, they were yelling at me to do the 'hands behind your head' routine 
when the pole collapsed."

"And?" Chaz's eyes were wide open, her mouth slightly parted as she 
hung on Daniel's every word.

"Well, the power lines snapped. I tried to run for the kerb but one of 
the cops shot me."

"He SHOT you!? Shit!"

"Yeah. In the leg."

"But why?"

Daniel shrugged. "Haven't a clue. Oh, I'm not too clear on this but I 
think one of the other cops died there. Poor bastard was standing in 
the water next to the truck when the power lines fell."

"Jeesuus!" Chaz breathed. "What about that girl?"

"Oh, I'd already pushed her over to the kerb. I figure she made it 
alright."

"Wow, not only a god but a hero too!" Chaz said, her eyes shining.

Daniel looked at her sharply.

"Christ, Dan! I'm joking!" She laughed. "I admit I was a bit, oh, 
excited last night. Anyway, go on. What happened next?"

"That's an understatement. Well, that's about it. Next thing I knew, I 
was in the clinic... with, uh, Elaine."

Chaz leaned back and glanced at him quizzically. "So that was legit? 
You crawled out of bed and stuffed her?"

Daniel blushed. "Not quite like that... Well, I didn't get out of bed 
for a start."

"Oh, come on! Either one of you is lying or you've got a helluva 
technique seducing women."

"Chaz, you're forgetting why I showed up at Elaine's yesterday."

"Yeah, true. I still can't get my head around it, even after your, um, 
trick earlier. And last night. Hey, this is taking ages. What's the 
holdup?" Chaz clucked irritably as she tried vainly to peer over the 
top of the car in front.

Daniel watched her stretching for a moment, then opened the door and 
leaned out to look down between the columns of metal.

"Smartass!" Chaz scowled approvingly as she slumped back. "See 
anything?"

"Almost... there's some cops in front. They're holding back the traffic 
for some reason. Probably another driveby or something."

"Great. How typical." Chaz glowered at the dashboard.

"Hey, chill out Chaz. For all we know some poor bastard just bought it 
up there."

Chaz winced and blushed in embarrassment. "God, sorry. It's just that - 
"

"Yeah. Still. So, how about you? How do you feel about - hang on, 
something's up."

All around them, frustrated drivers were beginning to demonstrate their 
ire, tooting their horns and shaking fists out of their windows - some 
of them extending a finger at someone in a nearby car as they screamed 
insults at one other. Some had exited their vehicles, winding their way 
to the front in an attempt to find out what was causing the delay or 
simply watch like vultures if there was an accident.

And then Daniel could hear it. In the distance was the faint sound of 
people shouting, intermingled with the strangled intermittent whooping 
of police sirens and the loud blaring of fire engines.

"Dan, look!" With her jaws slowly falling open, Chaz slowly raised her 
hand and pointed down the road to where a low footbridge crossed the 
wide roadway between a department store and a large hotel. Coming 
around the corner beneath the bridge was an increasingly numerous 
stream of people - executives, beggars, secretaries, whores - all 
pushing and shoving at each other indiscriminately in a frantic bid to 
escape whatever was behind them.

"That doesn't look good," Daniel said as he pulled himself back into 
the car.

"No shit. What's going on do you think?"

"No idea and I'm not sure I want to hang around and find out."

Chaz looked at him worriedly. "You don't think whatever it is will 
reach here do you? I mean, it's way down there somewhere!"

"Yeah, you're right I suppose. Still, it wouldn't hurt - "

Several loud cracks echoed in the distance followed rapidly by a 
staccato clattering sound, coming from the direction the crowd was 
fleeing from. The running figures seemed to increase their pace, some 
in the forefront stumbling over and crying out as they fell to the 
ground.

"That sounds like gunfire," Daniel said urgently as he watched the 
crowd approach. "I've heard that before."

"You sure? Doesn't sound like it to me."

Suddenly they heard a loud siren start up in front of them, then a 
moment later the sound of wheels squealing against the tarmac as a 
police car sped off towards the disturbance. A second car followed 
shortly, then the people who had walked to the front began stumbling 
hurriedly back to their vehicles.

"Looks like our roadblock," Chaz said hesitantly. "Dan, I think you're 
right. This looks really serious. What're we going to do?"

Daniel paused for a moment before replying. "Sit it out and wait, I 
reckon. That crowd's looking ugly and I don't fancy joining in, do you?"

"You think it's safe? Waiting here I mean? Look at them! They're really 
scared!"

"I'm not really worried about whatever they're running from, it's them 
I'm worried about," Daniel said as he pointed at the oncoming crowd. 
"The traffic should move soon, so can get away then, hopef - "

A tremendous, rolling thump caused the compact disc collection to 
gently rattle and everyone nearby to either stagger wildly or duck down 
and flinch, including both Chaz and Daniel as they sat in the car. 
Looking back up, Daniel saw that several of the people to the rear of 
the crowd had fallen to the ground and were rolling around clutching at 
their ears. A moment later, people began to flow from the nearby 
buildings, joining the already large crowd to form a whirling mass of 
confusion as those running in fear were stopped to explain what was 
happening. Violence started to spread as panic set in, those at the 
back prevented from moving ahead by the altercations taking place at 
the front.

As Daniel warily watched the gathering crowd, he heard a stuttering 
crackle and then he saw several bright flashes like disco lighting 
reflect off the tall buildings; a moment later the gunfire sounds 
stopped. The crowd was closer now, they could both clearly see the 
desperation in the faces of those closest to the front as they began 
clawing their way between the stuck cars.

"Chaz, get down in the seat as far as you can. And lock the doors."

She glanced nervously between him and the approaching mob for a short 
moment before unsnapping her seatbelt and activating the central lock 
as she ducked down sideways, pulling her legs up against her chest.

After a quick scan of their immediate area, Daniel slid down until his 
back was on the padded seat and his legs were jammed under the dash, 
his suit trousers riding up his legs and crumpling the fabric. Less 
than a minute later, the car started rocking as people began to lean 
against and propel themselves off the frame in their passing; an 
occasional thump and a muffled curse signaling an injured knee or toe. 
The flood of humanity swiftly increased and the car began rocking on 
its suspension constantly; some people even chose a shortcut in their 
frantic rush, jumping up and scrambling over the hood.

A soft whimper as a particularly energetic youth vaulted over the roof 
caused Daniel to look at Chaz; she was curled up tight into a ball, her 
eyes screwed shut and her hands clamped over her ears. Concerned, he 
put his hand over hers and squeezed it before moving his attention back 
to their plight. At least, Daniel thought grimly, it hasn't turned into 
a riot. Yet.

A resounding crash as someone impacted bodily off the passenger door 
caused Chaz to cry out and suddenly lunge forward over the divider to 
tuck her head under Daniel's arm beneath his open jacket, curling 
herself against him in her fright.

Consoling Chaz by gently caressing her hair as she trembled against 
him, Daniel struggled momentarily to tear his mind away from the erotic 
thoughts that coursed through his head as her breasts pressed against 
his side and her leg wrapped tightly over his own, her thigh clenched 
tight against his lap and doing interesting things to his groin.

The gunfire had not started up again as far as Daniel could tell. He 
could still see the occasional flash as he stretched up and peered 
nervously over the dashboard, but nothing that resembled the strobing 
that he had seen earlier. There were more sirens sounding in the 
distance; the police must have called in for backup.

Shielding his eyes against the midafternoon glare, he could see that 
the crowd was lessening somewhat towards the back; there were some 
stragglers and a small solitary group that was standing still just 
beyond the low bridge and looking agitated as they looked back towards 
the epicenter of the disturbance. A man in their midst was repeatedly 
gesturing towards something hidden from Daniel's sight, like a 
commander on the field of battle.

Squinting as he concentrated, he saw a second, smaller group of five 
individuals join the first, two of them staggering as they supported a 
third while a woman peeled off and joined the man in fresh a fit of 
waving and pointing, back in the direction they had come from.

Gradually, the sirens drew closer and the crowd dissipated, but 
suddenly a small, black van appeared from around a distant street 
corner and rapidly approached them, tires spinning and throwing up dust 
as it skidded to a rocking halt. Seeing the van, a young man at the 
rear shouted something; the others turned and began running swiftly to 
meet the vehicle with the two gesturers following close behind, pausing 
occasionally to glance over their shoulders.

Frustrated at this confusing turn of events, Daniel threw caution to 
the wind and tried to cast his mind out in an effort to see what was 
happening, hoping against hope that, despite his prior failure, this 
time he might succeed. He squeezed his eyes shut and envisioned his 
mind's eye swooping rapidly like a bird in flight, up and along the 
street toward the bridge as the running figures reached the van. 
Picturing himself descending to pass beneath the bridge, he tried to 
reach out towards where he thought the...

A blindingly sharp, agonizing pain suddenly erupted in his head, icy 
cold and savage in its rapidity. Shocked, Daniel jerked back with a 
strangled gasp, pressing his shoulders and neck hard against the seat 
back and clutching at his head as he felt something brutally tear into 
his nearly forgotten shield, causing it to buckle and heave under the 
strain.

Fighting back his panic and disbelief, Daniel could barely remember 
Edward's cautionary words of advice. He knew what was happening, 
somehow he was under attack and the only defence he knew of was what 
the old man had told him. Shouting curses to himself internally, he 
struggled to concentrate and grab hold of the wildly spasming shield as 
the merciless battering continued.

Someone was calling to him, but the relentless attack allowed no leeway 
as he focused his will with difficulty on the wildly gyrating and 
flickering bubble that covered his mind. Finally, he managed to slowly 
add new strength to the rapidly disintegrating shield; but the 
assaulting force seemed to sense the threat and increased the pace, 
determined to burrow through and into his mind like a virus infecting a 
cell. Alarmed, Daniel gritted his teeth as he desperately threw every 
ounce of his being into bolstering his defences. Slowly, gradually, the 
shield began to thicken, its thin walls growing outward and pushing the 
furious invader away from his inner self.

Still the attack continued, and in desperation Daniel forced his 
enlarged shield to change shape; growing myriads of long, sharp 
protrusions like the head of a medieval morning star. A single, hard 
stab later the attack ceased and a sense of astonishment mixed with 
enraged fury filled Daniel's mind as the invader retreated in defeat 
and fled back to wherever - or whoever - it had come from.

Traumatized by the sudden assault and with his mind awash with white 
pain, Daniel slept a dreamless sleep as he slipped into unconsciousness.



'Shock' continues in Part IX : Revelations

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