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*Journal Entry of Rachel Corrigan*
Philip is finally sleeping. I don't know how he's stayed awake as long as he has without symptoms showing up. He's a strong man, but something terrible has happened to him while he was Hitchcock's prisoner. I don't know what I can do to help, but i will do all I can.
Kat has been terrible worried about him ever since we brought him home. She keeps insisting we always keep him in sight. I don't know what's gotten into her. Usually she is so perceptive of others pain, I listen to her. SO I will keep her ideas in mind.
Nick has decided to come with Philip and I to pick up Kat later. I'm glad the two have finally put their differences behind them. It was too bad Philip was nearly lost forever before he saw that Philip was still his friend. I don't know the whole story, but I'm wuilling to bet Nick has his reasons for his anger. I just hope they won't resurface.
Time to go get my little Kitty-Kat from the mainland. I promised her we would spend the weekend here at the Island. Plus it's free babysitting for Kat with Philip here... or is it the other way around?
*Journal Entry Closed*
Philip sighed and closed his eyes. He , Nick and Rachel had headed for the top deck once the ferry was in motion. The two had continued teasing him all the way to the ferry and all Philip could do was endure and retort quietly whenever he could get a word in edgewise. Rachel was in a lighthearted mood, one which she rarely indulged in, and Philip thought it suited her. They had talked only a few times, with him being gone from the Legacy to the church, but he respected her as a psychiatrist. And of course, he adored katherine. She was light itself, one of the strongest forces for good he had sensed in along time. No doubt she would join the Legacy one day. She might even make precept some day.
"Hey, buddy." Nick came up next ot him. Philip had been so deep in thought, he missed his approach.
"Sorry, ya startled m'" Philip blushed.
"No sweat." Nick grinned. "Kat is going to board the ferry and we'll just head strait back, that o.k. with you? We can go into town if you want to?"
"No , Nick. i'd rather just head home if ya don' mind." Philip was too tired for anything else.
"O.k." Nick looked across the ocean for a minute. "You doing alright?"
"I actuyally feel a little better." Philip admitted as the ferry pulled up to the dock and began securing the gangplank for passengers and cars. They noticed Kathering waving at them and they both waved back.
"She a great kid, huh." Nick sighed, thinking of all the icecream he was going to get suckered into eating by the gile."
"She's verry special, Nick." Philip looked into Nick's face and saw puzzlement. "She has strong gifts and is going to be a force to reckon with as she gets older."
Nick nodded, and they didn't have time for talking because Kat was arrowing at a dead run for them, Rachel in tow.
****
Hitchcock surveyed the surrounding waters. Several boats were near enough to be useful, but not too close as to hinder his plans. The ferry had begun it's return to Angel Island and it was time to strike.
He knew Derek might show up, so he would have to work fast. The bombs were in place and the first was set to detonate in one minute. Soon, he would have his prize and Derek would be mourning his two comrades.
****
Philip felt the deck shift suddenly as a loud,crashing bang was heard. H elooked over at Nick who began gazing around, looking for the cause. Then another, louder bang, and this time the ferry dipped wildly, throwing several people to the deck.
"Explosions!" Nick said as he helped Philip to his feet.
"Where?" Philip was suddenly afraid, Kat and Rachel had gone down to the Rover to put Kat's bag away not minutes before.
"Below somewhere." Nick cought Philip's thoughts and cursed. "Stay here! I'm going after them."
Philip nodded as Nick dashed off to the below decks. People were beginning to panic,and Philip looked to the crew members for instructions, keeping calm and using his quiet voice to reassure the scared and confused passengers.
Suddenly , another explosion tore through the ship and people began madly dashing to the lifeboats. The ferry listed to the right now, and Philip knew the ship was going to sink. He tried to reach the stairwell to the car area, but the frightened people coming from below pushed him down in their haste to escape. Now Philip could do no more than protect himself as he was nearly trampled by the hysterical mob.
****
Derek had taken the launch, saying they might need to rescue people. Alex and one of the handymen, Jacob came along. Alex was scared, Derek had seemed so sure of what was going to happen. She shuddered to think of the lives lost if help didn't arrive in time.
She saw Derek turn towards her and she joined him at the wheel. "I saw Rachel and Kat trapped, Nick searching for them. There was lots of smoke." Derek began, then sighed. "I also saw someone drowning."
"Who?" Alex demanded, fearing who it would be.
"I don't know, honestly." Derek shook his head, "It all happened so fast, I couldn't clearly seperate the images from my mind."
"Then just hurry!" Alex grabbed the handhold as Derek pushed the boats throttle to it's maximum. He too knew they were going to be too late to prevent what was happening, but he wouldn't let Nick, Rachel, Kat and Philip die if he could help it.
****
Nick coughed into his sleeve. His leather jacket insulating him for the flames, but it was also beastly hot.
"Rachel!" Nick called, he had panicked when he hadn't found them near the Rover, but then he saw the other set of stairs and decided to try there. "Kat!"
He heard the third explosion go off, but not before the shockwave from it sent him crashing to the deck. He also heard a muffled shreik. It sounded like Kat!
"Kat!" Nick yelled again, moving towards the sound once he regained his feet.
"Nick!" Rachel's voice was faint. "We're next to the stairs!"
Nick ran, knowing time was running out. The deck was begining to tilt, and he knew they were taking on water. He found them in an alcove near the stairwell, fire blocked his way to them. He took a running start and leapt through the flames.
"Cmon! Let's get out of here." Nick wrapped Kat in his jacket, Rachel also had a heavy jacket on. "On three, we jump."
Rachel nodded, her terrified eyes on his. He grinned at her and began his count.
"One." Rachel reached out and took his hand, he squeezed it.
"Two." Nick picked up Kat in his arms, readying himself for the heat.
"THREE!"
They jumped.
****
Philip was finaly able to make his way back to the deck. Most of the passengers had already fled the ship, some diving over the railing. It was nearly deserted. Philip refused to leave until Nick came back up from below with Rachel and Kat. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned, expection to see some Ferry crewman telling him to leave the ship.
When he turned and saw who it was, he stumbled blindly away.
"Hitchcock."
****
*Journal of Willian Sloan
I've been getting weird feelngs about the SF House. After reading Derek's report of Randolph Hitchcock's latest stunt, I may have to take some more direct action against the man. Send the Hounds after him, as you like.
What bothers me most is the fact that Philip Callaghan was at the center of his drives. What would he want with the Priest? Knowing how perverted and corrupted the man is, I shudder to even speculate. Derek told me on the phone, Philip did not take it well, and he is depressed and withdrawn. I need to get Hitchcock off the free market, and soon.
Derek also told me, Nick has forgiven Philip for his leaving. I am glad. Those two made a good team and maybe now that house can get back to normal. Or what passes for normal in the Legacy. Thank God I have Pat and my kids. I know Derek and Nick are togather and that makes me glad they both have someone to hold on to. But who does Philip rely on? Who will pull him back from his Hell?
I hope somebody can help him. The Legacy, and his friends, need him.
Journal Entry Closed*
Derek swore softly in Dutch as smoke appeared from ahead. They were too late. It had started. Derek knew he couldn't get there any faster but he was worried all the same. Who had drowned in his vision, and was there any way to save him?
"Derek?" Jacob called from the back where he had been monitoring the radio. "The ferry just sent an S.O.S... and a mayday. They are reporting taking on water and are abandoning ship."
"Oh God!" Alex was frightened, the ferry was getting closer and they could just make out that it was listing badly and on fire.
"Hang on Nick, " Derek whispered, terrified for his lover's life. "I'm coming."
****
Nick cursed as an ember raked across his cheek. Kat was still wrapped in his jacket and he was carrying her. He and Rachel both made it through the fire and were madly running for the other starcase. His arms were bare and he had small burns on them already. Rachel had gotten a little singed, and was scared, but she was bravely following Nick wherever he went.
"Nick!" Rachel pointed ahead in the smoke. "I think the stairs are over there!"
"I see them too." Nick said, grateful she had sharp eyes. The smoke was getting worse, they had to get to the deck fast.
Rachel felt the deck shift and looked behind tham. What she saw made her even more terrified than she was.
"Nick!" she shrieked, pulling his arm. "The water!"
Nick looked and cursed, the water was rising, following them. He made it to the stairs and put Kat down.
"Run, honey." he instructed and pulled Rachel in from of him, urging her to follow her daughter. They had to get off this ship. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew Derek would be there to save them.
They made it up the the tilting deck and followed the railing until Nick spotted the Legacy's launch coming towards them , fast. Rachel tapped his shoulder and pointed.
Hitchcock was on the Ferry! He had Philip backed into a corner of the railing and Philip looked ready to jump!
"Stay here and wait for Derek!" Nick instructed them, and made his way towards the pair. Suddnly the boat dipped crazily and tilted even more with a jerk, the cargo had shifted and all the weight was on one side of the boat, it was going over! It took all Nick's concentration to hold on, and when he looked up...... Philip was gone!
****
Philip backed up, away from the devil of his dreams. Hitchcock followed, a triumphant grin on his face. Philip didn't want this. He didn't want to face him so soon. But fate seemed to not give him the choice.
"Stay away from m'." Philip felt the railings behind him. He was trapped!
"Come now, boy." Hitchcock said, glancing to make sure his boat was still there. "I can save your life, just come with me."
"What makes yo think I WANT t' be saved by you?" Philip gulped hard, this was worse than his dreams. Hitchcock had set this whole horrible event up just to get him? It made Philip sick to think he was the cause of so much pain to others.
"It's either me or the ocean, boy. And I promise you, if you come with me, I'll leave Derek and the others alone." Hitchcock smiled, the key to this man was his devotion to his teammates. He knew he had him now!
Then the ferry shifted mightly, one side going deeper into the water. Hitchcock was forced to grab the railings to keep from going over. He missed the startled exclaimation from next to him as he cursed.
Philip wasn't so lucky. His back was to the railings and when the deck heaved, he went sailing over them, with a shout of terror, into the cold ocean below.
Philip felt the water close over his head and immediately tried to swim up to the surface. As his head broke the surface and he took a great gasp of air, something hit him from above, driving him down again. The something was heavy, and it was a few seconds before Philip could get away from it.
He'd lost his bearings, which way was up? He needed to breathe, but he was still under the water. Panic set in, but before he could make a decision, another piece of heavy debris cought him and hit his arm, numbing it. He knew which way was up now and frantically tried to reach the surface, fearing he was too deep to do it in time.
He tried to remember what Nick tought him about holding his breath, but instinctively tried to breathe and swallowed water. In his panicked brain he realized he was drowning!
****
Nick snarled as he noticed Hitchcock alone on the deck. What had happened to Philip! Nick noticed Hitchcock staring over the rail....had Philip gotten thrown over? He started to make his way to th other side of the ferry, when it tipped again, throwing him painfully into the rails. He had to get off before it went under.
Nick looked back and saw Derek sliding the launch towards him. If the ferry went over, they would be caught under it. Derek was taking a big risk. Nick saw Rachel and Kat safe and sighed. He could best help Philip from there. He motioned for Derek to come closer.
He could see the worry on Derek's face and grinned, knowing he must look bad, burns on his arms and cheek, black soot all over his body. Derek came close enough and Nick dove off the ferry, swimming to the side of the launch. Derek hauled him out of the water, grabbing him into a desperate embrace.
"You scared the hell out of me!" Derek said when he finally let Nick go.
"I saw Philip go over the rails, we have to go find him." Nick coughed, the smoke clogging his lungs. "And Derek?"
Derek turned to look at him.
"Hitchcock was on board." Nick didn't like the murderous look on his lovers face. It didn't bode well for their enemy, should they ever catch him.
Derek steered the launch towards where Nick thought Philip would be. They saw Hitchcock speeding away in his boat, but they didn't see Philip with him. Nick turned his attention to the water, and then spotted something that made him gasp, and dive into the ocean. Philip's jacket.
When he came up, Derek wore a murderous expression.
"Nick! What in Hell are you doing!" Derek's voice was tight in fury. "leaping off the launch like that!"
Nick held up Philip's jacket and Alex gasped, instantly recognized it. Derek lost the fury, instead he felt dread. Had Philip drowned? Was he the one in his vision?
"Do you see anything up there?" Nick asked tossing the jacket to Derek and holding on to the side of the launch, gaining his strength back. The water was cold, but Nick had been in colder. He looked around, trying desperately to see some sign of his friend.
"No, nothing." Derek looked up, cursed, and suddenly reached down and grabbed Nick and pulled him onto the boat, Jacob immediately throttled the boat away.
Nick's protests died on his lips as he looked back. The ferry gave one more jolt and then slowly started to slide into the sea. News choppers and rescue vessles clearing out of the doomed ships way as it sank.
Derek kept the launch out until all hope of rescuing any more survivors past. Night was approaching fast and they could not aid the search any longer. Philip had either been picked up by another boat, or....... Derek didn't even want to think of it. They would check all the hospitals as survivors were brought in, hoping he would turn up there. He headed the boat towards home. Nick and Rachel had some minor burns, Kat was fine, but it was a silent trip home. What had happened to their friend? Was he alive or dead?
****
Hitchcock looked down at the sopping wet, semi-conscious figure on the deck of his speedboat. He had spotted Philip, drowning and had one of his men rescue him, pulling him into the boat, then he jumped in and swam for it. Now he was speeding towards their private dock and his new base. He had his prize, and with luck, Derek would think he was dead!
"Let's go home." Randolf commanded, "We have much to do."
Yes, sir!" came the instant reply.
Hitchcock smiled, it was indeed a good day. He knew it would be an even better night.
****
*WARNING* This section, and maybe the next, depict violent,non consentual sex and rape. If you do not like these things in a story, do not read this part! Thank you for all you coments that were sent to me. they played a lage part in the writing of this section.
*Journal Entry of Derek Rayne
Philip is officially listed as 'missing'. We got the final word tonite from the Chief of Police, my friend Roger Pallendrom. He knows and respects Philip and is genuinely sorry he did not turn up. All survivors rescued have been identified and of the thirty people on board, no one died, twelve were injured, one admitted overnight. One missing. Philip.
In an interview on the television, several of the survivors remember a man on deck, his clam voice comforting them and directing them to safety. They wanted to thank him, but couldn't find him to do so. It had to have been Philip. It sounded so like him, to think of calming others before saving himself.
Nick is taking this very badly, he insists Philip is alive and that Hitchcock has him. Something we all didn't even want to think about. I have had no visions, and neither has Alex, but Nick is so sure. I am not sure if I would rather have Philip alive and in that man's hands again, or dead. Either way, Philip looses.
God, I pray he is alive and safe somewhere.... and that we can find him and get him back.
End Journal Entry*
"Derek?" Alex peeks her head into the office, "Sloan is on the link in the control room, he wants to talk to you."
With a groan, Derek nods and levers himself out of the chair, putting down his Journal. This was not going to be very fun. Derek didn't want to admit it, but if anyone could have more information on Hitchcock's whereabouts, William would have it.
He walked into the controll room, through the hologram, to see a very disturbed looking Sloan on the main screen. Nick was talking to him. "And that's about the whole story." Nick crossed his arms, bandages covered the left hand and right arm from elbow to wrist. He also had a bandage on his cheek. The burns hadn't been bad, and Rachel had taken care of them.
"Hello William." Derek strode into the camera view.
"Derek, " Sloan sounded weary, "I'm so sorry to hear about Father Callaghan's disappearance. Is there anything I can do?"
"As a matter of fact, William." Sloan's head jerked up at Derek's tone. "I need everything you can dig up on Randolf Hitchcock. Where he might be, known places where he hides, everything."
"You think he has him?" Sloan's eyes hardened.
"Yes," Derek glanced over and saw Nick's relief, "We need to find out where he is as quickly as we can, or Philip might not be able to be saved."
"I believe I can help with that." An unfamilier voice says from the back of the room.
Nick spins towards the intruder, and stares in astonishment as he simply walks into the room. How did he get through the hologram.?
"You have better have a good explaination for this buddy." Nick pulls his gun and aims it at the intruder.
The man was about 5'6" black hair, short in back, shaggy in front, with a small goatee. Piercing blue eye peered intensly into his as the lithe figure stopped in the center of the room and held his hands in front of him, relaxed. Then he looked at Derek.
"Dr. Rayne." He looked up at the screen and gave a ghost of a smile at Sloan's astonished image. "Boss."
"HE works for you Sloan?" Nick's kept the gun on the man, and glanced at the screen.
"Colin?" Sloan sounded insure.
"Yes." His voice was Irish, slightly accented, but soft and clear.
"Who is he?" Alex asked, then turned to Colin. "And how did you get in here?"
Another smile crossed his face, this one broader. Nick looked murderous.
"I am one of th' Legacy's little known operatives, call me a Hound, if you will. I can get int' anywhere I want t'. Any House I need t', an' find anyone or anythin' I'm supposed t'" Colin looked up into the screen. "Not even Sloan knows my face..... until now."
"Why reveal yourself to us?" Derek was sceptical, but he had heard rumors of such people working for the Legacy.
"I was sent t' ...... eliminate the problem of Randolf Hitchcock as best I can." Colin's voice went icy. "I found him an' something else."
"What else." Nick dared to hope.
"He has a captive." Colin looked strait into Nick's eyes.
"Philip." Derek breathed.
****
Philip had no idea what happened to him. Last he knew he was drowning. Vague recollections of coughing and being very cold filtered through his brain, but he had blanked out again soon after.
Now he was coming to again, there was a bright light in his eyes as he forced them open, he was lying on a table, arms stretched over his head. His feet were restrained as well. Philip began to panic. Where was he? What had happened to him. Philip began to struggle with his bonds, frantic to get away.
"Easy there, my pet." The voice from Philip's nightmars comes out of the dark. "We don't want you hurting yourself now, do we."
"Oh dear God, no." Philip whisperes as Hitchcock comes into view.
"I don't think God is going to help you right now." Hitchcock smiled, lightly running his hand down Philip's chest, lingering on his nipples, carressing them. He had waited so long for this, now he was going to play.
"Please...." Philip began, not liking the feelings the hands over his body were invoking.. "Don'....."
"Oh my pet." Hitchcok continued to lightly caress the body, marvelling at it's beauty. It was his now. His to do with as he pleased. "Since our last encounter was so rudely interrupted, I never got the chance to take care of your needs. Or mine for that matter."
'I have no "needs" for you t' take care of." Philip started to shake in fear. He couldn''t get away, he knew it. His nightmares would soon be a reality.
Hitchcock grinned cruely, and pinched a nipple, making Philip gasp. "No?"
"No!" Philip was terrified, Hitchcock was playing with him, and he didn't like what he was making him feel.
"We'll just see about that!" Hitchcock bent and started sucking on one nipple, swirrling his tongue around it while the other hand lightly pinched the other. With his other hand he feathered his way down to the silky thighes of his prey, lightly brushing the cock of his victim as he passed it.
Philip was biting his lip and trying not to let the sensations overwhealm him. Hitchcock was a master, and Philip couldn't help himself as his body began to respond, against his will. When Hitchcock hand reached his sack and began playing with his balls, he let out a muffled groan.
Hitchcock smiled, his prize was well worth the effort. Soon, he thought, soon you will beg for my touch! Hitchcock ran a finger down the crack of Philips ass and brushed lightly the opening there, eliciting another torn groan from the man.
It excited him further. Hitchcock stopped playing with Philips nipples with his hand and began stroking himself. He couldn't make himself wait. But now there was plenty of time for all his plans to be born out.
Philip squirmed and vainly tried to escape the touches. He knew the flesh responded even if the mind wasn't willing, but all he could think of was 'no, this is not happening to me'. The mantra of 'no' was repeated over and over in his mind as the unmistakeable sounds of Hitchcock stroking himself as he tortured Philip came into his hearing.
Hitchcock fisted himself harder, bringing himself closer to release as he began stroking Philip hardening cock. Just seeing the fear on his pet's face made him want him all the more. Just as Philip was really beging to moan and squirm in a combination or arousal and fear, Hitchcock came with a hoarse shout all over Philip's face.
Philip couldn't stop his body. In shame, he tried to get it under control of his mind, but the light touches and strokes were masterful, and Philip's body did what it wanted. Philip groaned as his now-rigid cock was grasped in the man's hand and stroked.
After Hitchcock came, the touches didn't abate, if anything they intensified, and Philip began to wreithe on the table. Philip's mind was in denial. This wasn't happening to him, how could his body betray him like this? He didn't want this. He prayed for somebody to stop Hitchcock... anybody. But Hitchcock didn't stop.
"I can see you like this." Hitchcock smirked, fishing for his next toy. His hand grapped it from the table next to him, lubed and ready. He held up the slender object to Philips face. "And I think this will make you like it even more!"
"No." Philip's terrified voice was no more than a whisper now, in his heart Philip knew there was truely nothing that was going to stop this.
Hitchcock saw it in his eyes and grew more aroused. Yes, this was playing nicely, soon his new plaything would truely be his. He moved the object slowly down to Philips groin. Then he tripped a switch on the table and the table split, spreading Philip's legs. It was a delivery table, but modified for this specific purpose. For this specific man. He stepped between the spread legs and smiled, oh this part was going to be fun!
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