Evil Knows No Limits (Hush Hush fanfic)

Chapter One

I wrote this fanfiction a good few years ago, and haven't actually looked at it since I finished in 2010. I am going to edit it and post on here for your pleasure. :) 

Chapter One

Everything would have been perfect between Patch and I, if Hank Millar hadn't shown up.

"What do you mean?" I said breathlessly, watching as the men that belonged with him grabbed Patch from behind. Patch's face contorted with struggle and worry.

Hank laughed wildly, "Oh don't play dumb girl."

Run, angel. 

Patch's voice echoed through my mind once again. He was telling me to leave, but how could I go with him trapped here? Could he really just escape so easily?

"Speak now or forever hold your peace." Hank had a gun level with my head in a matter of seconds. Great. So now I was going to die. I was beginning to see a pattern emerging.

"So we're getting married now, are we?" I said with every bit of humour I could muster given the situation.

He rolled his eyes impatiently. "I hope you like hell, cause that's where I'll send you if you don't stop playing around right now."

I turned. For a split second aiming my vision on the door Patch and I had come in mere minutes before. But the man known as the Black Hand, aka Hank Miller, seemed to know my intention and was in front of me in a flash.

"Nice try Princess, but I'm afraid this door is locked. You would be wise not to attempt an escape. Not when it could mean your dear Patch gets sent to hell, and wouldn't that be a great shame" A twist of a smile formed on his lips which caused a shiver down my spine.

"What do you want?" I squeaked. His gun was still aimed at me while his goons kept hold of Patch. I didn't dare look at Patch for fear of breaking down.

"You know full well what I want." he replied.

"Well, enlighten me, then."

His grin turned into a snarl and I inched back away from him.

"I want to know why you're with him," He pointed to Patch who was struggling against the men holding him, and back to me, "And I also want you."

"Me?" I squeaked again. Somehow I couldn't get my voice to sound normal. By this time, I had gathered any sense of normal left in me had vanished. Along with my guts and sense. Just my fear and humour left, then. What a pity.

"'Course darling."

I gulped. I did the mistake of looking at Patch and nearly crumbled. His gaze was fixed to the floor. Probably a good thing.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. If you come with us, we'll let your dear Patch here, go."

I turned to Hank Millar, his gun still pointed straight at me and all signs of good guy gone. If there ever was a good guy in him to start with.

"How do I know you won't just tell your goons here to kill him?"

He laughed. "He's immortal, didn't he ever tell you he can't die?"

I scowled. "You know what I mean. You'll send him to hell. You just wait til the Archangels find out what you've done. They'll send you to hell."

Another loud, evil laugh from Hank. Then he clicked his fingers and out of the darkness, came Scott, held by another member of Hank's followers.

I clapped a hand over my mouth to keep from shouting, but tears streaked down my face giving away my feelings.