In the Dead of Knight :Knight Rider Fan Fiction

In the Clutches of Danger

Scarlet drops slipped to the ground in staining pools as she drew away from the crashed mirror.

Not more than fifteen minutes ago, Bonnie's captor had pushed her violently into a full-sized mirror. Tiny shards of metallic glass were embedded between sticky patches of blood matted hair upon her forehead and some shards even clung to her scarlet covered arms. She hadn't even known what hit her until it was far too late to react.

She made an attempt to call after she tried to lend aid to another secretary that had been shot, but the phone lines had been severed and the call dropped.

Bonnie put up a valiant fight, digging her heels into the carpet of the Foundation's lower floor, forcing the men to drag her all the way. "You can't and won't get away with this!" She snapped viciously, her breaths coming in heavy frantic pants as she fought.

"Just pick her up and throw her over your shoulder," Marcus Sangler growled, impatiently. "I have a feeling our little friend, Michael Knight has been alerted. We need to get the files, get our bargaining chip out of here, and escape before he arrives. Got it?!" He clutched the file tightly in his fingers as though it were a grand prize that could not, under any circumstances, be lost.

"NOOOO! NOOOOOO!! NOOO!! Put me down you oversized ape!!" Bonnie demanded, as she was thrown over the more muscular man's shoulder and carried in the most uncomfortable and undignified of fashions. Her butt lifted into the air, her legs and feet dangling on one side, and her face practically planted into the man's strong back.

"You'll be sorry when Michael Knight comes after you!!" She shouted. Her bloody fists wailing on the man as hard as she dared to drive them into his back. The sharp shards of glass delved deeper into the already scratched up skin. This caused her to let out a low whimper and she drew her hands towards her chest as far as she could.

The brunette mechanic was then lowered from the man's shoulder and thrown into a car, an old black one, which lurched into motion just as the last man's foot left the ground. The driver had been anticipating a need for a quick get away and so he they did not linger a minute longer then they had to around the scene of the crime.

Looking at her captor the sudden realization swept over her face. Her blue-green eyes widened significantly and she sputtered in surprise "Marcus?" At one point in time, she felt that he was the one she'd eventually marry and have a family with. He had betrayed her trust by portraying himself as being a kind and generous man. All the while he had been a vicious felon, wanting to make a profit off of information and technology he could steal from her garage.

"It's been what? A year since the Foundation helped put you away," Bonnie snarled defensively. She had never really confronted him after she found out his true identity and nature.

"A year and five days to be exact," he coldly remarked. His light green and brown eyes shimmering with excitement as he studied her.

With a smug grin he added, "you look as... beautiful as ever. When we get to my place I will have my maid draw you a bath and we'll get you stitches for your forehead and arms. Then I will let you know what we plan on doing with you."

Bonnie let out a staggering sigh as she tried to remain calm. She was seated between his two oversized goons and she wasn't feeling entirely comfortable with the cold-blooded killer's offers. The mechanic would have much rather been left behind.

"Why me? Why did you have to extract me from the Foundation, Marcus?" Bonnie demanded, leaning forward in her seat. She wanted to look him square in the eye as she questioned him.

"Because I needed you. You helped put me away... but that isn't the most important thing right now. I need your help, Miss Barstow. And unlike my marriage proposal, I will not take no for an answer. You have absolutely no choice. You are going to help me or you will die," he added, leaning forward towards her and wiping the brunette locks from her opened cuts. He used a pocket knife to carefully remove a shallow piece of glass caught between her brows.

Bonnie gasped and drew backwards as a wave of blood washed down her nose. Her hands and fingers trembled as they accepted a clean rag that Marcus handed to her. She could not be certain that it was not poisoned or tainted with drugs, but she couldn't refuse the ability to clean herself up.

"At least none of the scratches are deep enough to scar, my pet," Marcus added in a tone of mock sincerity. With a huff he added, "for what it is worth, Bonnie, I really did and still do love you." He brought his hand to rest upon her bloodied cheek and he allowed his thumb to stroke gingerly across the smooth surface.

Bonnie's lips pursed into a dark frown and she fought back the urge to tell him exactly what she thought about him and his goons. She shook her head in an attempt to free herself of his unwelcome touch.

"And just what am I supposed to help you with?" Bonnie curtly spat, intrigued and gripped with an unrelenting sense of curiosity.

"I can not tell you about it now.... not until I am sure you will help me!" He remarked cryptically.

The brunette stiffened in her seat, "what in the heck is that supposed to mean? How do you plan on securing my compliance in such a plan?! You know I'll never trust or work with you... not since I found out what a low life you are," Bonnie demanded.

"We've got mind control drugs," remarked one of the dimmer witted henchman.

Bonnie's facial reaction could only be described as a sudden paling and then turning green of the skin.

Marcus kicked his goon in the shin for being so forward with the reply."Rest assured, Miss Barstow, we have our ways of forcing compliance. Even on women as pretty as you....."

At his sudden leer Bonnie found herself shivering. If only she could dismiss the sense of dread that loomed over her forehead, perhaps, she could formulate and implement a feasible escape plan.

But how could she escape? There were three men in the back of the car with her. She was stuck for now... but did that mean she would never escape? Who knows? Bonnie fiddled with her com-link, but her eyes narrowed realizing that the shove into the mirror had cracked and destroyed most of the functioning parts. But did it destroy the gps locator? If so, how would Michael and Kitt find her? Would they even find her at all? Those became her most important questions now. Only time would provide the answers she so desperately yearned to have.

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