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Adults are Afraid of Thunder, Too
Why had the man stopped trying to come
in the house? A rustling noise. A crack from the right. Something was
still trying to get in. Someone not worthy of being called a human
being. And what would they do? Call the police? Fuck that. The police
wouldn’t do anything. Genoa City had as many police as leaves on a tomato
plant. Then, he heard a scream. A holler.
“Get away! Agggg!”
Billy rejoined the group of
women and carefully listened to the noises.
“What is going on?” Nikki
screamed, as alarmed as Mac. The pounding of feet resonated from outside
and pounding soon resumed on the door.
“Nikki! Nikki! Let us in!”
“Nikki!” Nikki ran to the
door and Cassie, Noah, Nick, Sharon, Victoria, and the head of the pack,
Miguel all came in.
“Quickly.” Nikki herded
them all in like sheep and did a quick count. “Where is Victor?”
“Oh God, Nikki.” Sharon, in
emotional distress, limped over to Nikki and placed her trembling hands on
the woman’s shoulders. “Victor got us all out and we don’t know what he
is doing with the man.. . he had a knife. . . he had a gun. . . . he was
asking us where Billy and Mackenzie were. . . we said we didn’t know, he
didn’t believe us. And Victor. . . oh God, Nikki.” And Sharon collapsed
into a crying heap in Nikki’s welcoming arms.
“Dad, what is going to
happen to us?” Cassie asked seriously.
“Cass, honey, all we can do
is stay here until someone says it is safe.” Nick told her. “Has anyone
informed the guards yet?” Suddenly, there was the turning of a door. . .
the back door. . . with a key. They all heard it. The sound seemed to
symbolize a signal to run. Billy placed his hands firmly on Mac’s
shoulders. Nick, being the only man of the house at the moment, carefully
started forward to greet either friend of foe.
“Nicholas, don’t do anything
foolish!” Victoria warned. He did not look back. This was for his
family. The door opened. Like a uniformed group of school children, the
group all leaned forward and up to see who had used the key.
“Victor!” Nikki ran to her
husband, who closed the door and secured it. For extra precaution, he put
a dining room chair by the door.
“Dad, what happened?”
Victoria inquired, joining in the thankful embrace. Victor stepped
out from his women, and with his hands behind his back, he walked in the
middle of the room, and sat down on the sofa, and rubbed his cheeks.
“The only thing I could do
was run. I couldn’t fight. I couldn’t risk it.”
“Victor, you did the best
you could,” Miguel said. “Better than anyone could ask for.”
“The guards are dead.”
“What?” Mac came forward.
“I believe they were shot.
I saw them on my way to the rear of the house.”
“How many men were there?”
Asked Billy, massaging Mac’s shoulders.
“One man. One man. But
enough to almost outrun me, and strong enough to kill me. I suggest we
call the police.”
“Yes. I think we should,”
Nikki agreed. “The sooner the better.” Nikki picked up the phone.
screamed, thinking the madman was committing his deeds through the phone.
“The phone is dead!” Nikki
shrieked in a shrill voice, holding up a silent phone for all to hear.
Silence enveloped the group as they realized their precarious situation.
Then, as if an answer to their silent prayer for the phone to work again,
it rang with vigor.
“I thought the phone was
dead,” Victor questioned, narrowing his eyes.
“If the phone is dead,”
Sharon said slowly. “Then why is it ringing?” Everyone looked at each
other, praying for an answer to the question.
“Answer it!” Noah
interjected. Nervous laughter appeased his innocent observation and Nikki
answered the phone.
“You can hide them, but you
can’t protect them. I will get Mackenzie, and her boyfriend too. Don’t
you worry about that. Just stay tight in your cozy little home. You will
get your meds soon.” The phone clicked off, silent as before.
Suddenly, Mac was aware of a new factor: It had started to rain.
Victoria noticed it too. Because of the ominous rain, everyone forgot
about the phone call.
“Why does this always
happen?” She complained, throwing her hands up and walking over to the
water table. Billy watched the water pour into the glass. It reminded
him of alcohol, which he sure as hell wanted a sip of right now. He had
never craved alcohol until now. He was as desperate as hell. Mac was
almost due, and her stepfather was putting the whole Newman family at
stake. And the phone was selectively out. He looked over at Victor. He
was resting on the couch, his head in his hands.
“Try the phone again,”
Sharon said.” Nikki did so. “Nothing. Nothing.” She resigned and sat
next to Victor, who exchanged a grim look with her. For a few seconds,
everyone listened to the rain, unsure of what to do.
“Would anyone like anything
to eat, some drinks?” Miguel offered. Most of everyone muttered a
“Alright.” He replied,
sounding hurt at their rejection.
“Mommy?” Cassie tugged at
her mother’s lace shirt.
“Honey,” Sharon said, gently
taking Cassie’s hand away from the thin fabric. “You will break off the
fringes. What is it, sweetie?”
“What is going on?” Sharon
got down in front of Cassie, while everyone watched. Nick, realizing that
his fatherly duties were being called for, stood slightly to Sharon’s left
and watched the expression on his little girl’s face.
“Honey, remember when we all
had to get out of the ranch because there was a very bad man who broke
into our house?”
“Well, we have to hide
here. I am not sure why he is after us, but we better not go outside,
because he may be out there. I promise, though, honey, you are safe in
here. You have all of us to watch out for you, okay.” And she tweaked
her nose. Cassie grinned.
“Atta girl.” Nick tousled
her hair. Mac and Billy watched the scene, both wondering if they would
do the same with their little girl. Would she brought up to run away from
terror at every moment? Billy worried about that. The situation seemed
“Hey, Mackenzie. Hey
Billy.” Victor said. “Why are you two here?”
“There is quite a story,
Nikki replied to his puzzlement, sitting up at the edge of the
“Well, Mackenzie.” Victoria
piped up. “The floor is yours. What, did you bring this man here?”
“No. No. Not at all,” Mac
“Miguel,” Sharon requested.
“Could you take Cassie and Noah upstairs? I know that there are some old
toys of Nicholas’s in his old room. You know where that is.”
“Certainly, Sharon.” Miguel
came over to Noah and then took Cassie’s hand. “Come on kids. I know
where your father has his old tricycle.” The children ran upstairs as if
they had heard Santa Clause was coming over early.
“Okay, Mackenzie. Back to
you,” Victoria said, brushing her hair back.
“Billy and I don’t even know
who the man is. See, the man in charge of all of this is probably my
stepfather, Ralph Hunnicutt. He isn’t really my stepfather anymore, but he
might as well be. He revealed himself to me when I was outside and then
he started chasing after Billy and me and we ran all the way here.”
“Man, that is like, 2 miles
away.” Nick said, obviously proud at their accomplishments. “You ran all
the way here in, what, 20 minutes, and without stopping?”
“It was difficult.
Especially with my, uh, condition.” Mac said.
“I know you are all
wondering.” Billy remarked, running a hand through his blond hair. “Mac
is seven months pregnant. And yes, we are together and we love each
other. As much as any couple in here. But right now, we are all in
“We are really sorry for
involving all of you, but we had no where else to run.”
mumbled, not making eye contact. “It isn’t your fault. It is his fault.
Why does that bastard hate you so much?”
“He doesn’t hate me.” Mac
said. She paused and continued, obviously having trouble getting the
words out. “He wants me.”
“Oh my God.” Mumbled
Victor. Sharon and Nick portrayed people just hit by a speeding vehicle.
“And he hates me,” Billy
“Forgive me, but why do you
have a ladies’ shirt tied to your waist?” Victoria inquired. Mac
pictured her in a fluffy dress with frills and a low cut neck.
“When we first knew there
was an intruder on the lawn--the intruder was on the lawn--I thought he
had a knife so I thought I could use the shirt to fool him in case he got
close to us. I didn’t have to.”
“But he kept the shirt,” Mac
said. Nervous laughter. And the raindrops died on the pavement,
ending their course of life to serve as a safety net for the rest.
John Silva slid into his
seat and gave his date, Renee, a serene smile. “Sorry.”
“Nice place you have here.”
She replied. “Nice and cozy. It would be perfect for Craig.”
“Yes. Well, go on. I
worked extra hard to make the potato soup.”
“You really shouldn’t have,”
she smiled. “You could have just gone to Gina’s.”
“Well, I dress to impress,
and I impress to please.”
“Well, counselor,” Renee
said, slowly drawing the spoon to her lips. “You have quite a life.”
They shared a lofty smile and continued eating. Next to them lay 2 year
old Craig, the product of a rape, which was a case that John had
represented for Renee.
“I’m done.” John said. The
compact disc player shut off and the set of romantic songs that
John had picked out shut off, in turn. The mood seemed to turn more
sulky, even though things had been heating up on this second date. They
had started to talk about the future and how they would live if they were
‘united’. He went over to Craig, and picked him up.
“Hey little buddy.” The
two-year-old smiled at him and John grinned back. It was like having his
Then the lights went out.
“Don’t worry.” John
gallantly found his way to Renee, comforting the young boy in his arms as
he did so. “A fuse just broke.”
“Not a fuse.” A voice
suddenly etched into his brain. John knew he would remember the voice
forever. “Tell us where Mackenzie Browning is. We know she is friends
“If I knew, I wouldn’t tell
you,” John replied, trying to keep his voice under control. Craig began
to whimper. He knew by experience that it would be best not to tell this
“Tell us where she is!”
“I--I don’t--.” A vase
crashed to the floor. Renee wasn’t sure what happened after that except
for fast, pattering footsteps, a scream, and Craig’s dying cries.
“So the intruder--”
“Ralph,” said Mac for
“Ralph was on your lawn.”
“Yeah. I was picking
flowers for the house. And he was watching me. Oh God, this is a
nightmare.” Billy kissed the top of her head and patted her shoulder.
Victor, being the man of the
house, stood up. “I am going to see if it is safe to come out. You all
wait here, alright?” Mac buried her face in Billy’s shoulder and he
patted her back, feeling as angry and as sorrowful as heck. He felt
powerless now. He had gotten her to safety, but he still knew he wasn’t
doing enough. At that moment, Miguel came back down again, silent
as a cat.
The group waited silently.
“You managed to run all the
way here?” Nick asked again.
“Yes, we did. He chased up
until we reached your house.” Mac still had her head buried in Billy’s
“Where is Victor?” Nikki
was pacing the house, going back and forth and crunching her hair in her
hands. “He should have been back.”
“I am sure he is alright,
Mrs. Newman,” Miguel put in for good measure. Abruptly, Mac pulled her
head away from Billy, right after Miguel had suddenly ran up the stairs.
“Did you all hear that?”
“Yeah, I did.” Billy
answered, taking her hand and moving closer to the window.
“Hear what?” Victoria shook
her head in wonderment.
“Did you hear the
gunshots?” Mac asked the group.
“Gunshots?” Nikki echoed.
“He had a gun. Ralph and
his goonies have guns,” Billy breathed.
“I can hear a gun from a
mile away,” said Mac, staring off at an imaginary point. “All I could
hear while we ran was gunshots, even if they were not firing.”
“Yeah, that’s great. Where
is Victor?” Nikki cried. “Where is he?”
“Mother, calm down,”
Victoria soothed her. “He knows what he is doing.”
“Nicholas,” Sharon confided
to Nick. “I am really scared.”
“Baby, we’ll get through
this. I don’t know how, but we will. I promise.” And the banging on the
door started again. Nick came to the door.
Sharon couldn’t believe
it. “John Silva?” She asked the armchair. It didn’t respond.
“Quick, let me in, Nick.”
Nick opened the door wide, and took the chance to look for his father.
“Close the door,” the lawyer
prodded him. When Nick shut the door, everyone took the chance to take a
good long look at John. He had gained a lot of weight.
Then, he took a baby out
from his jacket.
“Wh--who is that?” Victoria
asked, coming over to Nicholas’s side.
“You are all waiting for an
explanation. Well, this is Craig--”
“Wait, before we get
explanations,” Mac said. “Mr. Silva--”
“John,” he corrected her.
“John,” she said, trying it
on for size, “um, why are you here?”
“Well, since we are all
together, I guess I’ll say it. I was on a date--this is my date’s child,
and the lights went out and someone asked where you and--Billy-- were. I
refused and he began chasing me in the dark. I was holding Craig and I
ran from there. He chased me and I managed to find my way here since this
is in the center of town. I lost him. He doesn’t know I am here.”
“He knows we are here,” Mac
said. “More importantly, he knows I am here.”
“What?” He looked at her,
puzzled. Mac gave a humorous glance to Billy, who had a small smile at
the corner of his lips. “Alright, John, sit down. Do I have a really bad
story for you.” Being that everyone was standing now, Billy took
advantage of the armchair’s freedom and patted the cushion next to him for
John. Nikki put her arm around Mac’s frail shoulders and looked around.
The family waited as Billy patiently told John the whole story again.
Victoria took the child from John’s arms and held it in her arms. She
could still remember the baby that she had lost. The many babies she
could have had.
“Hey, sis.” Nick had come
over to her, his hand now supportably on her shoulder. “It’s okay.”
Victoria affirmably put her head on his shoulder and looked at the 2-year
Like a broken record,
Mac thought, listening to her boyfriend tell the sordid story of her life,
which was all coming to a head. She wiped tears from her eyes. What
would come next? Who else would Ralph terrorize to get a taste of her?
That was what he was after. He would kill her baby to have sexual
intercourse with her. She got some relief by thinking about her health
classes, which had emphasized the fact that rape was not about sex, but
about power. Somehow, right now, she wasn’t so sure. Maybe he needed
“He isn’t going to stop,”
Mac told Nikki, staring at Billy’s mouth move in rapid, wide spurts as he
told the story. “He won’t until he has me.”
“Oh honey.” Mac’s pretty
face dissolved into tears again. And the woman hugged her again. Mac
retracted from the squeeze and looked at Nikki, face to face. “I know
that you are really worried about Mr. Newman.”
“Yes.” She admitted. “Very
much. He has been gone about 20 minutes or so. Or maybe it just seems
“Well, as everyone says, he
is Victor Newman.” Nikki tittered as Mac went on. “He’ll pull through
whatever he is doing out there.”
“Alright.” Billy stood up.
“John is going to tell us who Craig is.”
“This is the son of my
girlfriend, Renee. She was raped by a man, with Craig as the product of
the rape, in an alley, and she had me prosecute him. She identified him
in a lineup. One and a half years later, we met up again.”
“Are you guys serious?”
“Yes.” Silva said, looking
over at Sharon. “Yes, we are. Very much.”
“What happened?” Mac
“What happened with the
“Well, the guy got 10 years
in jail, which is barely enough, but at least he got time. Sometimes, the
legal system does not work out the way that I want it to.”
“If the legal system worked
for me,” Mac said, coming back over to Billy and sitting on his lap, “I
wouldn’t be in this situation. I so sorry for this you guys.”
“Mackenzie, it isn’t your
fault,” John said. “We don’t blame you.”
“That’s right honey.”
Sharon came over and tousled her hair. “You are a good kid. Everyone in
Genoa City knows that you did nothing to bring this on.” Mac nodded. And
they all listened to the pattering of rain again. Nikki went over to the
window and pondered the direction of raindrops as they hit the patterned
windowpane, making it a blurry picture of damp nature and soured,
“So, wait.” Billy was
puzzled. “Why did he go to you? You barely know Mac.”
“Well, my guess is that he
did some checking up on your family and saw that I, John Silva, was one of
“Does anyone have a cell
phone?” Victoria asked.
“Why?” Nick was clueless.
“I don’t have one.”
“Oh come on.” Victoria put
her hands on her hips. “This is the twenty first century. Every
goddamned person has a cell phone.”
“I know we don’t.” Nikki
“Well you are cursed as
well,” Victoria muttered. “Try the gosh darned phone again.”
“Okay,” Nikki gave in. “But
I doubt it is working.” She picked it up and the dead tone sounded in her
ears again. “Nothing.”
“Nothing.” Billy ran his
fingers through his wavy hair and looked at the participants of his
“Well, here is my
assumption.” Vikki came to the center of the room, so that it was like a
half moon of people with a star in the middle. “We were involuntary
victims. I am not blaming you guys, but that is the truth. John Silva is
only related. Look, Mom, you might have been next because you are friends
with Katherine Chancellor, right?”
“Oh God, Grandma.” Mac put
her hand to her mouth, worry washing over her body. She put the other
hand on her stomach.
“Mac--” Billy started.
“Billy, I don’t want
anything to happen to her.”
“Mac, if he is doing
something, there is nothing we can do,” Victoria said, making her seem
like she was the only one in charge. “So, who else knows your family, or
who else is in your family? Because he could be looking into the whole
“Well, there is my dad,
grandma, Esther, Jill.” Mac pursed her lips. “Um. . . my dad is always
out of the country so he is not really friends with anyone here. . .
Esther has her group of ladies.”
“Mac, that is too
far-fetched, even for Ralph.”
“Is it Billy?” The two
“I don’t know. Maybe not.”
“Okay, I am with Billy on
this one.” Nick jumped in. “I know Esther. I know she is Mrs.
Chancellor’s maid and Ralph would not get in touch with her friends.”
“I agree,” Sharon nodded.
From upstairs, the gang
could overhear Cassie explaining a few complicated concepts to Noah.
“Okay.” Mac said. “Next,
my grandma. She knows a lot of people. . . practically everyone in Genoa
“We are all tied together.
I just realized that.”
“Huh?” Sharon asked.
“Everyone can be connected
to somebody. This is a small town. Those things happen.” Nikki said,
looking as if she had discovered the cure for AIDS. “And--well, I don’t
know. Where is Victor?”
“Mom, I know Dad. He
doesn’t have a bad head on his shoulders.” Nick said, now holding Sharon
in front of him.
“Yeah,” Victoria chimed in.
They stood around silently, each knowing that Vikki’s and Nick’s
reassurances were not accurate. Victor could be dead somewhere, Mac
thought. He could be lying in the woods, blood seeping from a wound to
his side, his breaths ragged. Saying his last prayers to his wife,
family. Possibly, he was pleading for one last chance at life.
“He’s alright Mac.” Billy
said, reading her thoughts. She gave him a wry smile and put both hands
on her stomach.
Then, sound exploded,
scaring Billy out of his mind. Mac jumped and Vikki screamed, and the men
all held tighter to their loved ones.
“It--it’s music,” Sharon
said, shocked by the recent events.
“Music.” John asked. He
still could not believe it. Heads turned nervously all around, searching
for a record player. Ominous, low music hummed.
This is one of
the good times when
When his brains lies on the pavement
With a broken bone in his hand
And another in his back
Do you feel alright
Oi oi oi
Someone's gonna die tonight
Oi oi oi
Do you feel alright
Oi oi oi
The boys are out tonight
Was it something that he said
With a broken bone in his hand
He will never understand
“Mom,” Nick said. “The only place we have a record player is that small
thing, in the corner, by the potted plant.” No one dared to look. The
lyrics buzzed in their heads like a bad migraine that refused to dilute
itself by medicinal remedies. And the rain began coming down in more
intense marble sheets.
“Did someone turn on the record player?” Nikki asked, her eyes darting like
a nervous fly.
“Of course not, Mom,” Nick replied. He looked over at the record player,
and shifted his position to get a better look. “Oh my God.”
“What is it, Nicholas?” Sharon asked, her voice as shrill as a siren.
“The fucking player isn’t even plugged in!” Nick said in a slow, connected,
sinister tone. He swallowed the lump in his throat, along with others.
Victoria slowly gave the baby over to John and stared over at her brother,
hoping that he was going mad. That would be a better explanation than the
fact that a psychopathic molester had gotten into their house.
BLAM. Mac jumped and her breath caught in her throat. “Oh God.” And she
whimpered, and Billy, sick with worry, grabbed her around her back and
pulled her to him like a rag doll, and kissed the top of her head. Her
muscles slightly relaxed from his desperate touch.
Even Victoria was losing her calm exterior. Her hands trembled against her
chino clad thighs and her berry-lined mouth trembled in short and separated
“I hope Cassie didn’t hear that,” Sharon muttered. Nikki came over to her
and put a hand on her shoulder and Sharon took it, grateful for the
“I am sure she didn’t,” Nikki muttered to Sharon. Billy began murmuring
soft nothings to Mac and John and the others began participating in nervous
Nick was still looking at the player. Miguel, who had been rather dormant
for the past few minutes, inconspicuously running up and down the stairs
with Cassie and Noah playing upstairs, decided to help out the adults. He
began acting like a sloth and strode over to Nick’s side. By that time,
Nick was bent over the player, but his eyes were focused away from the
player. Miguel understood as his eyes fell on a small, modern tape player.
“Do you see it?” He asked, almost shoulder to shoulder with Nick. In a
rare bonding moment, the two men exchanged quick fearful glances. The
‘play’ button on the tape player was pressed and blank tape rolled. Nick
moved his head so that he was ear to ear with the man.
“The bastard got inside,” Nick said. “He couldn’t have done this without
“I am afraid to ask, but when did he get inside?”
“We have all been in here the whole time. We would have noticed something,”
Nick told the butler. Both men both had the same chilling thought: was
someone in this very room involved? As if the situation had dredged up a
buried psychic connection between the two old friends, both looked at each
other again and shook their heads. “No,” they both muttered at the same
time, dismissing the idea. Nick once again replayed the dark song in his
head. He would never forget the words. He could hear the rain harder now,
beating in his ear. Then, he had a sudden idea, and it excited him, in a
way that scared him. His feelings were almost. . . heroic.
“Miguel, do you have any gloves on handy?”
“Yeah.” He replied dully. “I always keep a white pair in my pocket. You
know that, Mr. Newman.”
“Yeah. I need them. Because the police might need this for evidence.”
“I never would have thought of that.”
“I do think that we will catch this creep. So I might as well get
prepared.” And Miguel handed him the thin gloves.” Nick slipped them on
and grabbed the tape player. “It is just a simple Sony®. Nothing big.”
But with the gloves on, Miguel immediately realized, Nick had overlooked a
very crucial detail--and a sickening one.
“Mr. Newman, turn the tape player over. There is something stuck to the
back.” Nick carefully maneuvered the tape in the silky gloves, taking care
not to let it slip in the fabric. Securely taped to the back of it was a
female condom. And pinned to the layers of tape was a torn piece of paper
with man’s handwriting.
----Use this for our long-awaited time together, Mackenzie. I am
in signature font)
“Oh God.” Miguel breathed, transfixed on the condom. Nick’s eyes
involuntarily blinked and he stood up along with Miguel, stiff with fear.
“He is serious.” Nick analyzed. His voice was low, both hands struggling
to hold the tape player with the incriminating wish taped on it.
“Bastard.” Now the words slipped through his mouth like water through a
spring. He felt fear not only for Mackenzie, but for Cassie. Many thoughts
ran though his head, not focusing on either one. If this man was mad enough
to rape or kill a 17-year old, then he wasn’t far off from raping or killing
a 12 year old. “What if Cassie is in danger?” He confided in Miguel. “He
knows her, he has seen her.” His voice hardly carried to the butler’s
“Mr. Newman, we should be worrying about Mackenzie right now. I am not an
expert, but I do believe that Señorita Mackenzie is his only target. Cassie
is safe.” Both men stared at the condom again. “Do you think that we
should tell Mackenzie?”
“She is pregnant,” Nick rationalized. “I don’t think so. It would make her
more upset, as will it everyone else. Let’s keep quiet for now. I don’t
want to upset everyone.”
“Nicholas, Miguel, what are you two doing back there?” Sharon had come over
by the center cherry wooden table and was peering over, trying to see
through their clever disguise of the condom and player. Nick wittily
removed the condom without her seeing. He also removed the note along with
“Honey, I found it.”
“It took you long enough.”
“You found what?” Mac came next to Sharon, her hand on her stomach.
“Where the music was coming from.” Nick slipped the condom in a hole in the
shelf where the record player lay, along with the note.
“And that would be. . .” Mac asked.
“Here.” Nick came over to her and held up the tape player. Mac pushed back
her hair and took a shuddering breath. Ralph had put his hands on this,
“How did this get in the house?”
“Mac--” Billy began from his place near the stairs, clenching his hands,
which both had slight traces of dried blood, stinging from the saliva he had
spread on the wounds to masquerade them. “If he was in the house, it wasn’t
for very long. We would have noticed.”
“But he did get in,” Victoria reasoned, trying to understand the situation.
The atmosphere had switched from edgy to fearsome in less than a minute.
Nikki was now isolated on the couch, preoccupied about her husband. Her
fears lay only in Victor’s safety. She recollected the fact that the guards
were dead, possibly only wounded. She feared the worst. Not just for her
husband, but for Mackenzie, Billy, and all of them.
“Yeah.” Nick admitted. “He did. But how?”
“Sometime when we were all engaged in discussion, possibly when Victoria was
talking,” Billy suggested.
“Thanks for blaming me,” Victoria rolled her eyes.
“If he got in the house, he could be in the house right now.” John sat next
to Nikki, the baby sleeping in his arms.
“Too risky, right?” Mac asked.
“Well, he got in, but did he get a chance to get out.”
“Are you saying inspect the house?” Billy interrogated him. “And run the
risk of getting slaughtered to death?”
“Actually, we don’t have to. If Victor comes back, there is a high chance
that the man came back out. And it may not be Ralph.” Meanwhile, Nick
pocketed the tape player, his eyes roaming suspiciously.
Do you feel alright
Oi oi oi
Someone's gonna die tonight
Oi oi oi
Do you feel alright
Oi oi oi
The boys are
Billy clung to Mac, who had started crying again. Sharon could now feel
Mackenzie’s pain. Nick had resisted Sharon’s touch, now in a world of his
own, his circle of terror complete. The player was in his hands. “I didn’t
press it,” he assured them.
“Push stop.” Sharon cried. She suddenly looked 5 years older. Nick caught
a sideways glimpse at her, worried how this would affect her. Then, a thump
sounded. . . at the door. Sharon and Victoria screamed and Billy held Mac
back as her body flailed forward with fear.
“It might be Victor!” Nikki yelled. And she rushed to the door, her arms
waving like machine levers in front of her, itching to grab her target.
“Mom, don’t!” Nick yelled.
It was too late. Nikki opened the door. The baby began crying, and
Victoria shot a glare at John. Billy, Nick, and Miguel all got ready to
fight if necessary. All of the Genoa City residents heard Nikki gasp. In
walked Victor. His hair was laden with dirt, rotten leaves, and green
leaves. His clothing, which consisted of a button down shirt and khaki
pants, each had a large spot of dirt on them. He had a cut on his face.
“Victor!” Nikki held out her arms and barely touched him when Nick and Billy
ran to shut the door. Safely in the house, Victor and Nikki adhered to each
other, Nikki crying in his shoulder and Victor softly holding her.
Victoria, Nick and Sharon all stood there, looking at him. Miguel, like a
pouncing cat, jogged back up the stairs to watch Cassie and Noah. Mac was
the only one who noticed. At times she could hear them bouncing on the
floorboards, their light weight hardly making any sound. But Mac would
focus on any sound and she would forget the gunshots. She could still hear
them from far away.
“Dad, what happened?” Victoria asked.
“Where were you?” Nick asked, stepping up to his father. At that close
proximity that he was at now, he was able to see why his nickname was ‘The
“My boy.” Victor walked by the table that was in front of the couch. Then,
he changed his mind and poured himself some water from the table nearby.
“Our guards are dead. All dead from a gunshot to the chest. Whoever is
doing this either has a state of the art weapon or he is a sharp shooter.”
“God.” John whispered. The baby had ceased crying.
“I am certain that there is one man out there.”
“What did he look like?” Mac asked. Victor looked into her eyes. They
were as red as blood, weary from crying, stress and worry. Her cheeks were
still red and her only source of solace, Victor evaluated to himself, was
her hands on Billy’s shoulders and her head against his arm. “Did he have
brown hair and a mustache, not overweight?”
“No.” Victor spoke gently, purposely missing her eyes, which were focused
straight on him. Victor drank his water slowly, savoring the cool liquid
seep down his burnt throat and salty mouth. The fear spoke to him, he
knew. They both shared the same fear now. Victor did not know why he had
gone out there. Maybe it had been to protect his family, maybe it had been
for something else. He had grown to love Mackenzie, though he had only seen
her once, or maybe he had only heard of her, drawing a picture of her in his
mind. And he had liked her. She seemed seriously dedicated to her work at
Jabot. That was where he had heard of her. Jabot.
Now he knew how she felt. That man had wanted him dead. Perhaps now,
besides Billy, he was the next best comfort. He finished the water glass
and placed it down. He turned to face the crowd, never staying in the same
place. “He had dark brown hair, was very tall and thin.” He stopped, a
contorted look on his face.
“Victor,” John came to his side, feeling the fear smoking from the man’s
body. “What happened?”
“I went out. It is getting dark out, and I had left my glasses here at the
ranch. But I could still see outside and I searched. For a while it seemed
safe. Then I saw Mike and Roy.”
“Mike and Roy?” John asked.
“Those are the guards,” Nikki said in a soft voice.
“They were dead. And then I heard a shot from behind me. I began running
toward the house. Then, I ran into that man. I was told to stay where I
was, but instead I ran into the woods. He tried shooting once, but I was
gone already. I saw your tracks, Billy and Mackenzie.”
“A lot of them?” Billy was scared that they had made it easy. Maybe they
should have stayed on the street.
“No, just the fresh ones.” Victor mumbled. “I ran in there and out to fool
him. I succeeded. But then he found me again. I began running around the
house to evade him.” Now, he refused to look at anyone, even his wife,
realizing that he had become less of a man today. Less of the man he had
been a few years ago, the captain of both Jabot and Newman Enterprises. No
one could know of his pain. Ever. Not even Nikki. He could imagine what
his children were starting to think. Our father is not as brave as we
thought. He was running around the house! And Nicholas would say, he knew,
‘what a wuss’ to Vikki when this was all over. No words could describe how
scared he had been out there, so close to getting shot all the time. He
wouldn’t be able to convince anyone that someone had overpowered him by a
He could still hear the shots in his head.
“Oh my God!” Victor looked at Sharon, and the whole group was wide eyed,
looking at each other, away from each other, through each other. It hadn’t
been a reverie of his horror. It had been real.
Is someone else out there? (Ital)
“So where were you all this time?” His wife wondered, massaging his tensed
“I finally found a good place in the woods to evade the bastard,” he
revealed. “I was there for maybe twenty minutes waiting for him to stop
looking for me.” (Ital) Now I sound like a little boy (/Ital) No one
could know. No one could know how he was thinking now, how he was feeling.
The black knight had been replaced by someone else. Someone else he had
never known. He guessed there was a little bit of that personality in all
of them, but they never tried to show it.
“Why hasn’t he started banging at the windows?” Mac asked. “Isnt’ that
what most psychos do?” John caught her eyes.
“Some are smarter than others.” He replied. “I have had cases like this.”
“In Genoa City?” Nikki was horrified.
“No. I also practice elsewhere in Wisconsin.”
“Yeah, yeah, um, what are the cases?” Billy scratched the back of his neck,
something he did when he was nervous.
“Well, most criminals of this
nature are usual. They do anything to get in the house, just focus on
getting the victim. But criminals like this. . . these are the dangerous
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